Memorable Persimmon

This morning, my daughter and I went to the market to buy vegetables. We saw a 60-year-old man, about 1.7 meters old, thin, with sunken eyes and a long black dress, carrying a bunch of bright red persimmon, as big as a fist. Seeing this, my daughter asked curiously: Dad! What is that, the color

Green not Central

I can’t think of any suitable adjective for the season in front of me, which is warm, cold, bright, dark, dead and left. The outline of the Four Seasons is blurred here. Mid-Autumn of su yue radius, Chongjiu of Tao chrysanthemum and open. Are there no sentimental poets willing to claim this season? Or there