1. The weather in November is like a child's face repeatedly. It's hard to figure out whether it's cloudy or sunny, and the mood is also dim.
2. In November, when it was cold in the mountain sky, a bird's nest was alone in the branches. In a panic, the persimmon tree held three or two small frozen red lanterns tightly in the autumn wind, and the endless rustling in the forest was restless. A fierce wind and leaves are locked in a stalemate, and the devastation is inevitable.
3. It is the end of November. The year is coming to an end again. Memories are so numerous that even if I used words to record various scenes of life frequently, I could not hold it tightly. Many details and details can not be expressed in any form, but decayed into corpses and melted away in the distant years.
4. When I found a warm coat from the cabinet, I knew that autumn is coming in the south. November is the season I like. At this time, most of the motherland has been covered in snow. It's winter, but this is still autumn, November, and autumn in the south.
5. The north wind in November swept the land away with the cold flag. The grass grasped the only hope at the bottom to warm each other. The broken branches, the lotus, the catkins, and the flowers were drawing a clear line with romance.
6. November in Sydney, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, the wind is warm, the rain is gentle, the sea is clear, the air is sweet, there is no flaw, and every day is beautiful. But this is a good day. She runs very fast. I haven't had time to talk with her in detail in November. Sheng Xia is coming unstoppably.