She came to the field, blow a breath, rice yellow, sorghum red, cotton white.
When she came to the park, the chrysanthemums opened and their curly hair was draped over her shoulders. Children come, adults come, all come to see chrysanthemum.
When she came to the orchard, the apples were red, like little lanterns; the pears were yellow, like shy little girls, hiding behind the leaves; the oranges were ripe, smiling, like a group of naughty little boys.
She came to the maple forest and blew a deep breath. The maple leaves were red, like a fire, like the sunset red by the sunset.
The princess is coming in autumn!
When you go to any place, which place becomes a happy ocean, which place becomes a beautiful picture.