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Autumn is drizzling

Small shot of rain.

In the puddles leaves warm,

In the gloom Sun.

The branches are bare stretch,

Wet five

Trying to grab

In the puddle the ray is golden.

But, in vain try

Jump into the cold water.

Scooped and deceived

No lively warmth.

And there are sad

Groves in a wet swell.

To the sky pulled away

Crowns of passionate pleading.

Sect larch slender

The trees will sing.

In the jets of the wind submissive

The sun will call in vain.

Will not warm autumn

By its gentle ray.

Only the spring sun

The cold will be driven away by.

Blizzard snowstorm

Move back to the snow.

Spring will let the outskirts of

Walk through the meadows.

Twisted fingers twigs

Will put foliage.

Puddles of mirror-saucer

Decorate yourself.