Use magnificent and charming colors to create lines of poetry,
condensed into the soul of frost, the soul of flowers in dew,
breaking the emptiness of the season,
The dark fragrance flows into the unique fragrance of the season,
dancing in the wind, swaying the charm of the years.
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In November, there are no blooming flowers,
only flowers withered and faded.
Write your feelings in your heart and write them into the ordinary memories of November.
Life is occasionally troubled, and sometimes I have bad intentions,
I am always in peace, sitting alone by the clear Ming Lake,
Restore my nature . The melancholy mood,
farewelled to my original intention,
has also gone with the breeze.
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Relieved, Happy,
Simply incredible.
November, whispering like a dream,
Reminiscing about the sweet dream that belonged to me last night,
Following the steps of the sun, lightly I strolled into the courtyard,
Facing the meager ray of light on the horizon,
I stretched out my arms, whispered to myself,
Embraced Come on, baby,
Embrace the last sun of November.
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Congratulations to yourself on the last day of November,
Returning the lost mood,
After this dark November,
all the happiness that belongs to me will be within reach.
I stood on the street corner in November,
it seemed that everything was scattered, the fallen leaves were falling...
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Wandering The old man bent over to scavenge,
This is November for the earth, this is a sad November,
The wild geese flew south, leaving behind their elegy,
< p>I lamented and was blamed,Why did the sky become gray? The low voice of the cello,
seems to be telling its bitterness,
One spark only In exchange for a subtle note,
This is the final destination?!
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This is a vast November, this is a lonely November.< /p>
In November, the cold wind blows,
the leaves dance in a holy flourish and fall.
Memories in my heart like leaves falling in love with trees,
Which year’s story ended in this autumn,
Which person made me miss you so much? .
In November, frost and mist linger,
Morning and sunshine, me and my heart lotus are intertwined.
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The sharp cold wind in November blew away the frost flowers,
In the noisy world, Xuan carved the thorough white,
Crystal and translucent, unstained by dust.
For you, I don’t want to look back.
Looking at the prosperity of my whole life, for you,
I would rather be alone in the bustling crowd.
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For you, I would rather be lonely under the neon lights.
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In November, between the flowers blooming and falling,
What is devastated is the decline of the heart. November feels even more desolate,
< p>Maybe it's not because of the coming of winter solstice,It's you who left without saying a word,
embarking on the road to the end of the world. From now on, I am separated from my heart,
I am separated from his winter whispers,
His November is warm because of you.
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I once thought that when I met you, it would be calm and calm.
Coming and going is just a corner of the world.
When fate comes, After everything is gone, I will still smile and watch the clouds roll and relax.
Today, for whom the ground is drawn as a prison,
I have broken all my waists that have never been bent,
My thoughts flow from the tip of my pen again and again, and I send them to whom.
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In November, the feelings are silent.
No longer afraid, the black night is silent,
The warm night is there,
Staying in the stillness of the night. That year was so depressing,
When I woke up from the dream, the night was still dark enough, and I wanted to stop talking,
The dream was already in the twilight, reminding me of my youthful frivolity,
How lonely and peaceful it is now.
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November, memories scattered all over the place,
Yellow flowers and fallen leaves are endless poetry,
Stand and watch , that piece of,
Who else is watching in the empty Dantian.
Missing you is like a tide, but it will eventually ebb.
The fragrant osmanthus is fragrant, the autumn wind is bleak,
yellow leaves are everywhere, and the unique wind blows overhead,
I know that November is here.
Although the red maples are enchanting and the weeds are still holding on,
But the poplars still lowered their emerald green flags.
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A group of wild geese slowly closed the curtain, and the feast was about to end.
Although the leaves fell in November,
the trees stood still and there were still no big changes.
It was just the leaves that fell.
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Represents memories that have become the past,
turns into cherishing the present, turning into longing for the future,
turning into waiting for the beautiful dream of virginity .
Persistence for a simple promise...
The tree is old, the man is young...
The tree wants to be quiet! But the wind doesn’t stop...