Patches of red leaves are red, patches of leaves are yellow, large patches of green grass slopes and crops are also yellow, and the river in the distance is so still green, the sky is the purest blue, and the sun is the brightest pink. In such a colorful color, occasionally a line of egrets migrating southward, gracefully gliding across the sky, splashing bursts of chirping, very pleasant; In the mountains and rivers, the little little farmhouses are embraced by colors, and the smoke curls up, white or blue, leisurely entwined in the mountains and rivers...... Of course, the most direct view is the Great Wall winding on the top of the mountains, and you can clearly see it winding from mountain to mountain, and from mountain to mountain, and from that mountain to a farther and farther mountain. Therefore, she felt that she was really a cyan dragon, as if she was taking a nap before taking off, and as if she was incubating dragon seeds in the recess of the mountain. With such a dragon thousands of miles long, holding the mountains and protecting the rivers, in the autumn of this city, you can see farther and see more clearly.

At night, it's a different story. Because of the unusually clear and bright, the autumn months in this city, whether thin or plump, are the brightest. She hung alone in the sky, but she didn't feel lonely, but felt that she was unusually comfortable and comfortable in the unobstructed sky. When she was winding, she was smiling brightly, and when she was down, she was still smiling brightly, and it seemed that she had never been unhappy. When she was round, she felt that she was a very clear mirror. The mirror hung high and spotless, and she looked at the city, the Forbidden City, the ruins of the Old Summer Palace and the beacon tower on the Great Wall...... At this time, reading this huge mirror, you can read a little silence, a little sadness, and more often, read such a question: this city, why are you this city?

Watching the wind sway, looking at the dead leaves rolled up, I sat up from the stone, but at this time only a touch of the setting sun was faintly sprinkled on my face. A gentle breeze blows on the mountain, and the coolness grows stronger. And I embraced the late autumn twilight.

There was still no movement in front of the locust tree in the distance, and there was silence. Flowing water lies quietly under the small bridge. The shade is still left on the avenue next to the street. I walked slowly, awakening the clear and cold breath, and the beautiful golden leaves opened my eyes and stared. The pace of darkness is approaching.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, I had discovered that an unknown plant that could be seen on the balcony was cultivated in a small abandoned pot, and it was placed on a small pier in front of the building. I will always look at it casually, stand quietly, and grow quietly in the stormy time. In this late autumn twilight, the young body is green and straight.

The breeze blew and I wrapped up tightly. Pieces of fallen leaves dance with the dance music of the autumn wind, and the power of life is used to bid farewell to this youthful theater, such a beautiful scenery makes people intoxicated and linger in the late autumn dusk. Under the small bridge, the hearts of the waves are rippling, and there are fallen leaves that choose to go to the distance with the flowing water, and fantasize about the places they have never been to, the vast rivers, or the beautiful scenery and quiet streams overgrown with bushes. The birds no longer fly low, and occasionally there is a chirping song, ethereal and melodious in the huge campus, as if singing, singing the brightly colored dreams.

In this late autumn dusk, all the smart vitality is still fragrant.

I longed for it to grow as quietly and gently as a potted plant on a small pier. However, the process of growing up taught me that life is not a theater, and I will not cancel my appearances because of wind and rain; You won't be able to let yourself go crazy just because you're unhappy. So, in this ocean of life, we weep because of sorrow, move because of happiness, get confused because of frustration, and go crazy because of loss; All the unpleasantness has also pierced my chest, and the painful dreams have also shaken in my mind, and if I am not careful, it will become a beautiful illusion.

However, after walking through this thorny jungle, we will find that sadness and suffering are as short as our youth, no matter how unbearable they are, they will disappear, and what will be precipitated is the wisdom and strength to deal with the next setback.

Now I still hope that I will grow quietly like a potted plant on a small pier, like the bravery and strength stored in its quietness; Like fallen leaves, like birds, like the agitation of their life in the twilight.

The night is near. The twilight in this late autumn grew in my mind, as colorful and long as a dream; Youth is far away, and the beauty of this life grows infinitely in my heart, like a long stream of water in a mountain stream.

Let us use the food of youth to brew the fragrance of twilight, and may it be as fragrant as this late autumn dusk.

Coming down from the mountain, it is already the beginning of the night, although the street is pitiful, but still bright, as if this lonely season has not affected those who shake their heads, they are so indulgent all year round, but this is not a kind of loneliness.

When I got home, I still took a shower, and then watched TV, but tonight I was particularly interested in putting all the treasures in my house on the table, and I roughly estimated that if these antiques were converted into money, there should be more than a billion. Before I knew it, I had become an invisible rich woman.

Looking at the treasures on the table, especially those from the bucket, or related to this goddess, I can't help but feel sad, if there was no mysterious seller two years ago, I didn't buy this box, I didn't see the portrait in this box, I didn't go to the post bar to find out, I wouldn't have met Makushu wouldn't have found out that I was actually the reincarnation of the goddess, I wouldn't have fallen in love with a person a thousand years ago, I wouldn't have caused him to turn the tide and save me, and I wouldn't have been like a boy for more than a year. Ran all over Kyushu to fight just to find all the people and things in the real world.

Looking at these treasures, I was immediately upset and felt that I had put it away, but I couldn't calm down in my mind. There is excitement and fear, excitement is because there is a tomb, I can collect nine essence beads, and I can quickly find them back, but what I am afraid of is that for some reason, the more I go to the back, the more I am afraid in my heart, if I still don't find them in the end, I am afraid that I will not even have a reason to persevere.

I was thinking about guarding it when suddenly the phone rang on one side, and I walked over to see that it was Makushu calling.

"Hey, Makushu."

"Cool ......" came the sound of a gust of wind whimpering on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you, why are you so noisy?" I asked aloud because I thought Makushu should be in an open area right now, because the voice on the other end of the phone was very divergent.

"I'm in the grassland, tomorrow you take a plane to Hulunbuir City, I'll pick you up. Don't ask for the exact reason, you know. With that, Makushu hung up the phone.

Of course, I knew, and since Makushu said so, I guessed that I should have found this last tomb. So I immediately started to prepare my luggage.

This book was first published in Reading Book Worm