Chrysanthemums are everywhere for nine days,

The heavy rain embraces people to the extreme.

It is difficult to write poems in the brocade of smoke and haze,

No one reads it late at sunset.

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The people at the bottom of the mountain formed a group and prepared to climb to the heights. The old people walked up the steps step by step with trekking poles in their hands.

A little old man accompanied Kyushu and Hanlu: This is not an old man who came to ask for directions, nor did Kyushu and Hanlu take the initiative to help the elderly in this day of respecting the elderly, after all, the old people who come to climb the mountain are accompanied by their old friends or children, and it is not Kyushu's turn for them to offer love.

This little old man is actually an immortal - he is Chongyang.

Chongyang has been a little old man since he was born, in fact, Chongyang's age is as old as most of the immortals in the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland, but as a result, his appearance when he was born was the most calm among the immortals in the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland.

Gray beard, long dragged to the chest. There is no common turbidity and chaos in the eyes of the elderly, Chongyang is very clear because he is a god. Chongyang's eyebrows are long, upturned at the end of the eyebrows, the crane hair is childish, and he speaks with a straight look, which is very interesting.

I brought a lot of chrysanthemum cakes and chrysanthemum wine, chrysanthemum cake for Kyushu, and chrysanthemum wine for Hanlu.

Like Qixi Festival, Chongyang is born out of people's wishes and beliefs, which is also the difference between them and Hanlu, who are born to raise the gods and goddesses who are one with heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. People ascended to the heights to pray for blessings and their belief in the four seasons gave birth to the birth of Chongyang.

Maybe it's because Chongyang was born to look older than other immortals, and he thinks about everything thoughtfully, and reminds him over and over again, for fear that other people and immortals don't understand it, or can't remember it clearly, which will lead to some bad results.

Look, isn't Chongyang just going to start!

"Hanlu, that wine is for you, don't give it to Kyushu if you think it's fresh."

Chongyang began to babble incessantly, "That chrysanthemum cake is not for you, it is specially prepared for Kyushu, don't end up in your own mouth." ”

"After all, Kyushu is our guest at four o'clock, although we are called brothers and sisters, we can actually be regarded as juniors, you can't ......"

Walking all the way to the mountain, the people who surpassed one person and two immortals on their sides were holding bundles of dogwoods in their hands, looking at the mountain with a reverent face, not daring to stop their steps.

Halfway up the mountain, the field of vision becomes wider, and you can see the chrysanthemums planted in the village not far from the foot of the mountain, and the clusters of brocade are now in full bloom, as if clusters of fireworks are blooming.

As Kyushu, Chongyang, and Hanlu climbed to higher peaks, Hanlu casually exerted immortal power and summoned a few clouds.

The rain was like a cow's hair, similar to the rain that fell during the time when Kamimi was there, but the warmth was replaced by a little cold.

The rain accompanied the people of Kyushu and the surrounding climbers all the way to the top of the mountain, and also brought the bitter chrysanthemum gas at the foot of the mountain with it.

The damp bitter air penetrated into the nostrils, and flowed into the mouth and throat, making the mouth full of bitterness, and Kyushu was almost pierced by the bitter breath and shed tears.

Obviously, the people around them did the same, but they still braved the rain to walk to the mountain peak, and those who were prepared took out their umbrellas, and those who were not prepared had to find something to shelter from the wind and rain, and continued to move forward.

Seeing this, Han Lu hurriedly collected the clouds and rain, and said secretly: Why are you so confused!

In this way, when the people in front and behind have climbed to the top of the mountain, the sun appears in the southwest, reflecting a red glow - I don't know if it is still the same as a few days ago?

Some people set up blankets on the mountain, drank wine and cakes, and sang poems; Some people found a suitable angle, teamed up to take pictures, and recommended punching cards; There are also people who still reverently put the dogwood in their hands and look into the distance, but the brothers who are far away still haven't returned......

But for about an hour, Kyushu was a little tired from playing, and everyone on the mountain was ready to go down the mountain to return.

The afterglow of the sun flickered in the distant mountains, reflecting the red glow brightly. And this red glow sprinkled into the golden chrysanthemum fields at the foot of the mountain, reflecting a late autumn sunset, landscape, grass and trees in one, like a bright scene.

The ancients did not deceive the present, and the frustrated twilight after the sunset was really bleak, just like the sentence "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk." ”

The people who chanted the poems had difficulty chanting, the people who took pictures had tears in their eyes, and the people who were plugging the trees stiffened......

No one doesn't love this splendor, but when I think that the beauty of the sunset is only exchanged for the dark night, I think of my elderly parents, distant brothers, and the ups and downs of life, I only feel that the sunset comes too early, and I would rather be late.

When the sun sets late, they can still be filial to their elderly parents for a few more years, and they can wait until their distant brothers return to their hometowns, and they can still see the bright road ahead.

Meng Jiuzhou suddenly understood the thoughts of the ancient poets, the sunset in late autumn reveals the impermanence of the world, the passage of time, and so many missions, responsibilities and ideals, who wants the sunset of life to come early?