I like autumn better than any other season.
Children are holding a lot of fallen leaves in their hands,
Throw into the sky,
Full of joy and curiosity,
Spread over the entire campus,
Dotted blue sky.
A leaf can knock on the door of autumn,
A good book is reminiscent of the distance,
A breeze can take you around the world.
How clear and bright the sky is, decorated by maple leaves,
The sun has moved to the last glass window.
I like the autumn at SIBS; there are more than smiles.