Time flies, and before we know it, the autumn colors are coming to an end. In November, we usher in the winter of the four seasons. The wind is getting tighter, and the leaves are dancing wildly, and the colors are colorful. In winter, we come to us calmly in the dancing of falli

Time flies, and before we know it, the autumn colors are coming to an end. In November, we usher in the winter of the four seasons. The wind is getting tighter, and the leaves are dancing wildly, and the colors are colorful. In the winter, we come to us calmly in the dancing of falling leaves. The strong wind spreads away the remaining clouds, revealing a touch of coldness, which makes the years desolate and changes the colors of nature.

November, the remaining flowers fall, the reeds at the fingertips, the end of late autumn, hiding in the beauty of early winter. Revulum , lovesickness is light, old bricks and tiles, wind and leaves tell the rings, everything complements each other, transforms the plants and trees on earth.

Last night, the wind chased the rain. I thought that Wutong and ginkgo were whispering, dancing, and spreading the lines of poetry left by the wind to all directions. I woke up this morning, as if it was after a rain. The deserted smoke caused the vines and grass. The remaining mountains were accompanied by the remaining water. The water was shimmering everywhere. Yellow leaves spread out. Looking up to the distance, the cool breeze blew on my face, time dyed cool, and life changed seasons.

The rain has sunny , the warm sun shines brightly, and the nature is colorful, and it looks a bit dazzling. The breeze comes gently, and the years are soft, and it is not an exaggeration to feel the spring is full.

All the changing seasons are the steps of time, the new buds in February, the locust flowers in May, the first leaf in August, the gust of wind in November, the time is dancing, vast and compassionate. All lives walk on the road of time, relying on each other and walking hand in hand.

Autumn goes and winter comes, time keeps stopping, and the pace of the seasons is still moving towards the depths of time. This is the end and the beginning. Let’s watch the fallen leaves return to the soil, the remaining lotus listen to the rain, and the reeds dance at dusk, so magnificent - everything is rushing to a new starting point in the cycle of reincarnation.

November, in the shadow of reeds, we meet early winter.