In autumn, it is cold. A flock of wild geese fly south, forming a "one" and a "person".

On the west side of the campus is a row of poplars and a tall banyan tree. The trunk of the banyan tree is thick enough to hold four or five children. It is so long, just like the old man's white beard, and many green leaves are like a big umbrella to tirelessly shade the trees on rainy days. And next to the poplar, sometimes yellow leaves, the wind comes down, like a girl dancing, and a gust of wind blows from time to time, and they will swing, as if waving to you and whispering to you, Xu Xu.

Ah! What a funny corner of campus!