Those November Moments Copywriting

I folded a branch and looked at the longest sun shadow in the afternoon, waiting for November’s answer to blow in the breeze.

In November, sleep in the middle of the winter wilderness and spend the quietest time of the year.

So night came, knocking on my November window, waking up from the fragrance of the south, and waking up from the dream of going home.

The city is cooling down, and the November sun is as fragile as the signature on the title page that has been dyed yellow by time. When it opens, it is autumn, and it falls all the way from the balcony to become the last article in the book.

The thin sunshine in November shines through the glass door, not deep enough, and it is as hazy as flying catkins.

There will be sunny days in November, with warm and bright sunshine; the leaves are withered and yellow, and they are fluttering and scattered when the wind blows.