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At night, autumn quietly cried, There are traces of September on the asphalt. The number 30 has already winked, From the folding calendar. Autumn has been wandering in the city for 30 days, Promising to fall asleep with foliage, His tearful, generous scattering, What she left on the pavement.
Vibrant orange and yellow maple leaves rest on a wet surface, displaying droplets of water. The scene captures the beauty of autumn with a fresh, tranquil ambiance.