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On the mountain that belongs to the spring rain.

Because Miss Xia Huo said something like "Chongyang ascending, this is the tradition of the Chinese nation, and it must not be interrupted in our generation", so the group came here.

On the top of the highest hill, a small pavilion was built, in the retro style, made of wood.

There are also tables and chairs made of stone.

And the four girls of spring rain, summer fire, autumn moon, and winter snow changed into Hanfu again.

At this time, if someone who doesn't know comes here, maybe they think they have crossed over, and they will meet a few fairies as soon as they cross.

But what should I say, with the existence of Miss Xia Huo, it seems that there is no immortality.

"It is said that climbing high and looking far away...... But I can't see much from here!"

Miss Xia Huo expressed her frustration at this.

Sure enough, you should go to Mount Everest.

However, it seems that it takes a lot of time to climb up......

It's better to just call someone to send it up, and drive a helicopter, which should be very easy.

Xia Huo thought so.

Fortunately, I didn't say it, otherwise I would definitely be complained about by Dongxue again.

But Xia Huo didn't think much about it, looked at it, and then walked to the side of the pillar.

"What do you want to do?"

Winter Snow squinted at the summer fire.

How to say it, with her understanding of Xia Huo, she doesn't need to think about it to know that this kid must be thinking about something bad again.

And Xia Huo also replied directly.

"I'll climb up to it so I can ......"

"Sit down for me. ”

“……”

……

So, the four girls sat there directly, drinking chrysanthemum tea and enjoying the scenery.

Well, what should I say, after the previous events, I don't dare to drink chrysanthemum wine.

At least you can't let Qiu Yue drink it, the kid probably won't be able to drink alcohol.

But Qiu Yue doesn't remember anything.

And Akizuki is more interested in other things now.

"That, I found out before, many things in my country can be related to ancient poems, I don't know what are the ancient poems of the Double Ninth Festival?"

"That's a lot. ”

Xia Huo replied while eating a snack.

There are indeed a lot of ancient poems about the Double Ninth Festival, and there are still records and circulation, and maybe some have been lost.

And the spring rain is a rare opening to read a poem.

"When the emperor Taizu had a word cloud: life is easy to grow old, and it is difficult to grow old, and the years are chongyang. Now it is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers of the battlefield are extraordinarily fragrant. The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring. It's like spring, and it's like a thousand miles of frost - I like this one very much, compared to other sadness, this one is more heroic and optimistic, very good. ”

"Oh!"

Qiu Yue nodded, and responded as if she didn't understand.

Anyway, she doesn't know much about ancient poetry.

And among several girls, the one who knows these things best is Dongxue.

In addition, Yi'an Jushi's "Drunken Flower Yin", Wang Bo's "Nine Days in Shuzhong", and Cen Shen's "Nine Days of Marching to Si Chang'an's Hometown" are also very good, all of which are very good poems and sentences. ”

Yi'an Jushi's "Drunken Flower Yin": The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the golden beast is sold in the brain. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers!

Wang Bo's "Nine Days in Shuzhong": On September 9, Wangxiangtai, he sat in another country to send off a cup. People are tired of suffering in the south, and Hong Yanna comes from the north.

Cen Shen's "Nine Days of Marching to Think of Chang'an's Hometown": I want to climb high, but no one sends wine. Pity the old garden chrysanthemum, should be open on the battlefield.

and other poets and lyricists, all of whom have corresponding works handed down.

In comparison, now, basically no one writes poetry, and it is also a Western poetry style to write, and there are very few traditional seven-character quatrains and seven-character rhythmic poems in my country.

Although social progress and scientific and technological progress are good things, people often can't help but sigh "people's hearts are not ancient" and the like.

It was the best of times and the worst of times.

……

At night.

Xia Qi's house.

"Kiki, I'm here, come and let me kiss you. ”

As soon as Xia Huo entered the house, he pouted and rushed towards Xia Qi.

But before he could run two steps, he was hit to the ground by Dongxue's "bang" punch.

"Painful ......"

Miss Xia Huo hugged her head and wailed.

And Xia Qi still looked cute, watching this scene.

I really don't understand.

Chunyu went directly to explain to Xia Qi's parents.

"Because Xiaohuo said that he wanted to appreciate chrysanthemums, he pulled us over. ”

Xia Qi's parents run a farm, and in addition to cattle and sheep, they also grow a lot of things, including a lot of chrysanthemums.

In this regard, Xia Qi's parents naturally didn't mind, and took out a lot of delicious food to greet a few girls.

Then, I moved the table and chairs, and went directly to the back of the house to enjoy the chrysanthemums.

"Looking at the blooming chrysanthemums, I feel that autumn has really arrived!"

Qiu Yue sighed so emotionally.

But the blooming chrysanthemums ......

Well, Xia Huo felt that he was evil.

This can't be blamed on her, if you want to blame the world, chrysanthemums are chrysanthemums, but now chrysanthemums are no longer simple chrysanthemums.

"When I saw these chrysanthemums, I wanted to write a poem. ”

Miss Xia Huo said this, attracting everyone's attention.

Then, I saw Miss Xia Huo think for a moment, as if she was brewing something.

After a long time, he spoke.

"Ask the world a few remnants of the chrysanthemum to see what the general attack means. ”

"Poof......

Winter snow and spring rain squirted out directly with a sip of tea.

And Qiu Yue and Xia Qi said that they didn't know why.

And Miss Xia Huo seems to be very proud.

"It's only one sentence, but I think it's ......"

"Bang!"

Before Miss Xia Huo finished speaking, she was attacked by Miss Dongxue.

That's why Miss Xia Huo is dying again.

(To be continued)