How to describe the opening remarks of 1 1 month?

1, 1 1 The autumn wind blows late every month. Memories scattered all over the place, yellow flowers and fallen leaves are endless poems, standing by and watching, who else is watching in that empty field. Missing is like ebb and flow, and there must be ebb and flow.

2. When the personality wind blows overhead, I know that November is coming. Although the red maple is enchanting and the weeds are still persisting, the poplar still lowers the green flag. A line of geese slowly ended, and the feast was coming to an end.

3. The cold wind of the month blew off the frost flowers, which were completely white and crystal clear in the still screaming world. For you, I don't want to look back and see the prosperity of my life. For you, I'd rather be alone in the bustling crowd of Zaixi. For you, I'd rather be alone under neon lights.

In winter, it should be cold into ice, but I stayed in the city in the south for several years, and I couldn't feel the cold in the north. Perhaps it is influenced by the enthusiasm of southerners, or perhaps it is exaggerated by the climate with four seasons like spring. At this time, I can still feel the hot air blowing head-on, and my thoughts are even hotter, which has extinguished the passion of writing in the past.

When I found the warm coat from the cupboard, I knew it was autumn in the south, 165438+ October, which was my favorite season. At this time, most parts of the motherland are covered in silver, which is winter, but it is still autumn.

6. It is the end of November. The year is coming to an end again. Memories are as inextricably linked as smoke. Even if I frequently record various scenes of my life in words, I can't catch them. Many trivial matters and details can't be expressed in any form, but rot into corpses and melt in distant years.

7. Autumn wind blows in late November. Memories scattered all over the place, yellow flowers and fallen leaves are endless poems, standing by and watching, who else is watching in that empty field. Missing is like ebb and flow, and there must be ebb and flow.

8. 165438+ 10 winter, it should have been cold into ice, but I stayed in the southern city for several years, but I couldn't feel the cold in the north. Perhaps it is influenced by the enthusiasm of southerners, or perhaps it is exaggerated by the climate with four seasons like spring. At this time, I can still feel the hot air blowing head-on, and my thoughts are even hotter, which has extinguished the passion of writing in the past.