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Throughout ages, autumn has always made people lament.
My opinion? I prefer autumn days to springtime.
A crane flies high through clouds to the clear azure sky,
which ascends my poetic inspiration up to the same height.
PS Autumn is coming, the chilly days as well. Not everyone is a poet, but they* should all watch out the changing of weather, especially in the continuing threat of COVID.
*The usage of synesis
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