"At the beginning of the Chinese month, the sky is cold, and the sky is covered with silver light; the empty and lonely spring is frozen and stagnant, the bird stays in the branch mountain and is silent, the wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, the ancient tomb is covered with snow in winter, the dark spring cries and does not listen, and the cold wind returns. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the cold winter season, the moon is in the sky, the moonlight is cold, a mountain peak looks like a crouching tiger entrenched in the distance, the top of the mountain is covered by trees, the snow that has fallen is pressed on the pines and cypresses, the branches swing with the wind, the light and dark are swaying in the moonlight, more like a mighty white tiger roaring in the distance. The surroundings were silent, except for the distant mountain wind blowing across the ridges, howling like a ghost crying wolf. A person on the bluestone road in the mountains is walking in a hurry, it is Jiaqi who goes home to worship his ancestors, the snow on the bluestone road is very thick, after melting during the day, now the snow layer is frozen again, "Ka, Ka," Jiaqi will come every step to step on the crisp sound of breaking the ice. The mountain road is not easy to walk, especially after the snow, but Jiaqi is very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he runs around a mountain bend and runs deep into the valley. At the end of the mountain col, a bamboo forest, some snow flakes hung on the sparse bamboo leaves, the mountain wind swept by, the bamboo leaves were rustling, and the moonlight and cold air reflected by the ice and snow hit people. Walking into the depths of the bamboo forest, there are several graves lined up in a staggered row, Jiaqi walked to a large mound, threw down the iron catalpa, put down the backpack and took out the fruit, incense candles, fire paper, and took out the lighter to light the fire paper, incense candles. The firepaper swayed, and although the firelight was small, there was a warmth in this cold mountain. Jiaqi seems to see the dearest grandmother through the firelight, I thought that I graduated from college and started working to earn money, and I was able to honor my grandmother, but I didn't expect my grandmother to die suddenly, and now all Jiaqi can do is grandma's death day every year, sweep the tomb for grandma, and burn a few stacks of fire paper, which is also the only request for grandma to Jiaqi before her death. In front of the tomb, the paper money flew into the sky with the mountain wind, but the smoke of sandalwood has been surrounding Jiaqi's body, the smoke is very light, but the strong mountain wind can not blow away the smoke on the chest, which makes Jiaqi feel very puzzled, Jiaqi lowered his head and took out the talisman left by his grandmother in his clothes, a one-inch size longevity lock, the strange thing is that the longevity lock is not made of gold and silver, embedded in the middle is actually a copper mirror, the copper mirror is engraved with a dragon pattern, there is a round gem in the square mirror, shining and shining, the amulet is very old, the inlay around the bronze mirror has changed from white ivory to oily red pulp, Jiaqi took the talisman in front of his eyes and observed it carefully, I have never seen the amulet gem so ruddy and translucent tonight, the gem in the square mirror, refracted the firelight, the shadow of the smoke in the gem, at this time it seems to have life, the nine dragons on the talisman seem to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog, and the smoke does not disperse.

Jia Qi put the amulet back on his chest and left him alone. When I looked up at the sky, the sky behind the col was like a fire, and the whole sky was red. At this time, the sun has already set, not a fire burning clouds, there is a cliff behind the mountain, no one lives, is it a mountain fire?

About two hours later, the fire paper and incense in front of the tomb burned out, and the last orange in front of the monument was also stuffed into Jiaqi's mouth. Jiaqi circled around the mound, and when he walked to the back, he saw a large piece of soil collapsed behind the mound, no wonder he dreamed of his grandmother telling him last time: "The house where he lives is leaking, and he wants his grandson to repair the house for her" Jiaqi picked up the iron and gave the mound to the mound, fortunately, the mound group is close to the bamboo forest and pine forest, and the soil is loose, otherwise in this cold winter, it is not easy to take the frozen soil, even so, after the soil, Jiaqi is also tired and sweaty.

Jiaqi rested for a while, put the iron catalpa aside, took out a few stacks of fire paper in the schoolbag, first pressed three stacks of fire paper with stones on the graves of grandma and grandfather, and then pressed three stacks of fire paper on other graves, and muttered: "Grandpa, grandma, grandson has sent you money, if you have anything else, just give your dream to Jiaqi" and then kowtowed three more times in front of the tomb and turned to leave, following the sound of drums and walking to the back of the mountain.

Rounding out of the mountain col, along a sheep intestine path along the ridge, climbing to the top of the mountain with both hands and feet, and when he climbed halfway up the mountain, Jiaqi was already out of breath, his legs and feet were weak, and he sat on a big rock, panting heavily, standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, there was an indescribable momentum. Crouching Tiger Mountain is a mountain that I climbed the most times when I was a child, and the meandering peaks are like a tiger's tail winding, and the mountain col formed by the tiger's tail is the cemetery of the whole family.

Jia Qi sat on the Tiger Hoard Peak, watching the red light flickering faintly on the Tiger Head Peak, and the sound of drum music became more and more cheerful. Rubbing his legs, continue to walk towards the tiger head bee, the tiger hoarding peak and the tiger head bee are not far away, and the tiger's back in the middle is also gentle, but walking on the mountain peak after the snow, it is still twelve points of caution, after all, the other side of the mountain peak is a bottomless abyss. Walked to the tiger's neck and looked up at the tiger head peak, the sound of drum music came behind the tiger head peak, the whole boulder of the tiger head peak was natural, the upper and lower round bulges like the tiger's head, I used to climb the tiger mountain, but I didn't think about climbing the tiger's head to see, this time I don't know what nerves to make, Jiaqi decided to climb the tiger's head to see the scenery.

There is not much place to climb the tiger's head, Jiaqi found a stone crevice, used his hands and feet, elbows and knees, like a spider, sticking to the stone wall and climbing up, the stone is cold, the cold wind is biting, and after a while, the fingers lose consciousness, and climb on the opposite stone wall with his feet, lean on this side of the stone wall, resist hard, pick up his hands, warm and warm his hands, and his hands slowly regain consciousness, and continue to climb again.

A gust of wind blew through his hair, Jiaqi fought a cold war, and finally climbed to the top of the tiger's head, Jiaqi stood at the highest point of the tiger's head peak, looked around, the original ethereal red light disappeared without a trace, and the sound of drums also stopped abruptly. There was no one around, and there were only a few cold stars hanging in the sky.

The top of the tiger head peak is unexpectedly flat as if someone has carved it, and the middle of the tiger head is more like a giant grinding disc pressed on it, the whole boulder has no grass on it, smooth as a mirror, walk to the boulder, the moon seems to hang in front of you, you can get it with your hands. Jiaqi sat on the stone and chanted a poem: "The moon is the hometown of Ming", how can there be such a quiet and clear night sky in Shanghai, and now even the breath is so clear", Jiaqi used a small stick to scratch on the stone, and suddenly found that the boulder was engraved with words, Chen, Si, Jiaqi swept the snow on the stone with his hand, an arc, and the word A was written outside the arc.

After a while, Jia Qi had already cleaned up the entire boulder, saying that the stone plate was more like a sundial, but Jia Qi clearly knew that this was a compass. Who will carve a compass on the top of the mountain, which makes people wonder. I was sweating when I climbed the mountain just now, and when I was blown by the mountain wind, I felt a cold feeling on my back, and I went home, otherwise I would catch a cold. Jiaqi walked down the crack in the mountain where the disc had always come. One stumbled, almost tripping over an object protruding from the ground, and Jia Qi pushed aside the dead grass, which was a round ball.

This ball is in the north of the disk, should there be a ball in other directions of the disk? Jia Qi quickly ran to the west of the disk, and sure enough, he also found a ball. Then he walked straight up to the disc, went to the east side of the disc, and found the same ball in the corresponding position. The middle compass determines the heaven and the earth, and the surrounding four elephants stand in all directions. I still don't know who carved the compass here, but it has aroused Jiaqi's great interest and decided to investigate it another day.

When returning the same way, when going down to the Tiger Neck Peak, the sound of drum music sounded behind him, and after looking back, the red light on the Tiger Head Peak was swaying, and the smoke was swirling, like a fairyland.