Children's Prose Poetry (Traditional Culture)

"Hoo-",gently, gently, the autumn wind is coming! You know, she is a diligent collector.

Look, her home is so big: she collects green leaves, golden fruits, blue sky and tinkling streams. . . . . . Oh? Did she forget to collect the red of maple leaves? Don't!

Hee hee, she wants to write a red letter on the maple leaf and hide it in the wings of the geese flying south to tell the children in the south how beautiful the fairy tales in the north are and how long the beautiful stories are. . . . . .

This is a little secret, you can't tell anyone!