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1. The last leaf of autumn clung to the branch, a trembling poem written in gold against the November sky. 深秋的最后一片叶子紧附枝头，像一首颤动的诗，在十一月的天空下闪烁着金光。 2. She arranged the wildflowers with the same gentle precision that she mended torn pages in library books——every gesture an act of quiet reverence. 她整理野花的动作，带着修补图书馆破损书页时的温柔细致——每个举动都是无声的珍视。 3. The old stone bridge remembered the footsteps of generations, its moss-covered arches holding whispers from a hundred years ago. 古老的石桥铭记着几代人的足迹，青苔覆盖的桥拱里封存着百年往事的低语。