The azure and breeze betoken the approach of autumn. The sun at high noon is warm and cozy. It dispels all the Monday blues.
Summer is receding. If I had a magic axe, I would cut its tail cos I'd had enough of it. But it's a pity the axe only exists in the tale.
I love autumn so much, a season of blue sky, red maples and yellow foliage, a season tinged with melancholy and pathos.
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