Three rounds of fighting with a chicken eye The summer clouds disperse, and a gentle cool breeze arises, In the blink of an eye, fallen leaves return to their roots,

rounds of knitting a rooster-eye pattern The summer clouds disperse, and a gentle cool breeze rises. In the blink of an eye, fallen leaves return to their roots, and blossoms bid farewell to the branches, Saying goodbye to the fervent summer and welcoming the colorful autumn. Beneath lowered brows, autumn arrives like an old friend returning slowly. A light rain falls among falling petals, as years drift toward evening. I sip a cup of tea that tastes of life’s flavors, read a book titled “The Human World,” And knit a stylish sweater—just for myself!