Modern poetry about autumn

Grab a handful of clean water from the pond and bring a mellow smell from the orchard. Autumn has come, singing golden songs and coming to cities and villages. There is no pride of spring breeze, no sadness of falling red, no enthusiasm of hot sun, no cold of frost and snow. You sang the hardships and bitterness of the long journey, but there was no disappointment and sadness. You sing the joy and satisfaction of autumn harvest

Where can I find the yellow crane? Leaving only the skies of Wan Li and Bai Yunfei. In the past, good night became a holiday.