November essay

Years are like the wind, and the past is fleeting. October, in a complex and lost mood, becomes an island of memories, slowly ups and downs in the sea, and November, in a faint mood, comes calmly.

Time flies, white clouds and pale dogs, time flies, and you know yourself well. The weather here is cold, the smog here is heavy, and the temperature here is cold. 20 19 60 days left. Is it getting colder and colder, and should the heart get warmer and warmer? However, it seems not. I feel that those expectations and longings are like rainy days that come from time to time at this time, which will always make you feel cold inadvertently.

Perhaps, compared with early autumn, the biggest difference between the weather in early winter and early autumn is that with the cold rain hitting the autumn leaves falling with the wind, some of them are not the sound of solicitation, but the long and dull sound, which indicates the coming of winter.

Everyone likes to say that it is the harvest season. I don't know what I have gained, I only know what I have experienced. Perhaps, the meaning of time is to let you experience, recall, reflect and feel constantly.

But I don't want to recall anything. It's just that time is still new. People may still have those expectations for new things. Perhaps, there is no need to wave goodbye to October with regret, and there is no need to think that we can welcome November with hope. However, we need a period, because 1 1 month is another beginning.

November is winter. It seems that the mood changes with the weather and gradually enters winter. Without blood, occasional fever is unlikely to break out. It's still getting cold, so it seems that people should learn to be calm. After all, autumn in 1 1 month is much heavier and colder than autumn in 10.

I silently observed and endured the complexity of environment and the strangeness of atmosphere. I try to keep quiet so that those things are unlikely to affect my mood. I try to hide my emotions in my heart, even if I want to explode, I won't be impulsive. Perhaps, at the beginning of another, we can think about what to do next.

Work should never be a part of life. Work is work, and life is life. Maybe, I was a little confused before, maybe I almost believed in evil sometimes. However, for a fresh start, I think we should clearly distinguish between work and life. No matter what work, life or our own.

If a lot of unhappy things make you breathless, it becomes too important to leave yourself enough time to calm down, because nothing is more important than a good mood at any time.

Learning and reading are always powerful tools to calm the mood. Learn to think, learn to reflect, learn to think, so that you may not be so easily poisoned by some chicken soup and poisonous soup, so that you will not believe too much in some people's words and deeds, so that you will not be ignorant in a small circle, so that you will not lose those dreams that once ignited a flame in your heart and turned into dust.

Yesterday, my brother shared an article with me, saying that the first thing to lose after graduation is pride, and the last thing to lose is dreams. Everyone is spitting at the thought of us getting together for dinner at the weekend. Judging from everyone's words, we have long lost our so-called pride. However, I always feel that what we can't lose is the ability to think independently, the awareness of suffering, and the courage to make choices. Because of this, those dreams are my prayers.

Even if I draw a lot, it won't make me feel terrible. I am forever grateful to those who have given me help and support. I have always attached great importance to those feelings, whether it is family, love or friendship. I have always appreciated your concern and concern for me. Because, when I miss you, there is always sunshine between my eyebrows and eyes.

1 1 month may not be as good as expected, but both good and bad will pass, and both good and bad are an experience. Perhaps, after many years, time will tell itself whether this period of time is meaningful. I don't believe that chicken soup, which says it won't be wasted every time, can't rise to the philosophical level to think. I think the meaning of time to me is innocence.

Shelley said, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Yes, winter is coming and spring is sprouting.