Hearing Zhaoyue's answer, Qu Yuan felt Zhaoyue's mentality of being at ease with what happened, and even he was thinking about whether one day when his dreams were shattered, he would be able to ignore everything like Xiaoyue.

On the cliff of Jishan, the two stood in the wind, Zhaoyue looked at the bottom of the mountain thoughtfully, and Qu Yuan looked at Zhaoyue and was also thinking about something.

Qu Yuan saw that it was still early, and Zhaoyue seemed a little sad, so he decided to take her to the place where he often collected materials for poetry, where there were orchids and chrysanthemums that he had planted with his own hands, where he could read and write poems with peace of mind.

After an hour, he studied in Guizhou, and often liked to travel to Wushan until the sun went down. He likes to look at the undulating mountains, where the pine, bamboo, birch and cypress are vibrant, and at the same time add fragrance to the beautiful scenery of the mountain village.

Late at night, the originally lonely mountain village is even quieter. Only the mountain, with its undulating body, depicts a picture of dynamic beauty with the momentum of turning the sea and the river. When the sunset is dedicated to its most beautiful side, dusk has crept in, and when the sun is about to sink into the mountains, the distant mountains, obscured by thin clouds and mist, render a hazy picture.

It should also be very pleasant to take your own steps in such a picture.

Qu Yuan took Zhaoyue over a mountain after the road down the mountain is very gentle, after passing a place, surrounded by trees and bamboos, from a distance can not see that the middle is flat, close to hear the sound of flowing water, as if hanging on the body of the jade pendant, jade ring collision sound, the heart is very happy.

Qu Yuan told Zhao Yue that there was a path he had opened up by cutting bamboo, and then put stones to pave the way, and after a while, Qu Yuan took Zhao Yue to his secret base. Walking through the bushes to find a small pool, the water is particularly cool. Close to the shore and the center of the pool is exposed to the water, like a variety of small islands. Verdant trees, verdant vines, sheltered and entangled, shaking and drooping, jagged, fluttering in the wind. There were about a hundred or so fish in the pool, all of which seemed to be swimming in the air and had nothing to rely on.

Looking southwest of the pool, the stream twists and turns like the Big Dipper, and winds like a snake crawling, sometimes visible, sometimes invisible. The shapes of the two banks are jagged like dogs' teeth, and it is impossible to see where the source of the stream is. Sitting on the edge of the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees on all sides, quiet and empty.

The atmosphere was quiet and profound, filled with a sad atmosphere, which made people feel desolate and cold. The environment is a little bleak. So I found some orchids and chrysanthemums in the mountains and planted them by the pond, and bought some osmanthus, magnolia, and pepper saplings in the market and planted them on the roadside. In autumn, it is full of fragrance, and in spring, it is full of water hair flowers (white apple: ascending white apples, and the best period of Xi Xizhang "Lady Jiu Ge Xiang"), spiral flowers (morning glory), zeeland and grass and naturally growing magnolias, etc., in summer it is an excellent place to cool off the heat. Coming here is like being in an out-of-this-world wonderland.

In this situation, I can't help but think of Liu Zongyuan's "The Story of Little Stone Pond": "Walking one hundred and twenty steps west from the hill, separated by bamboo, smelling the sound of water, such as a ring, and the heart is happy." Cut down the bamboo to take the road, see the small pool below, the water is particularly clear. The whole stone is the bottom, near the shore, and the bottom of the rolled stone is out, for the di, for the island, for the ridge, for the rock. The green trees are verdant, swaying, and uneven. ”

"Lingjun, how can such a beautiful scenery be disappointed, what a pity not to write poetry! I'll make a song first."

"Traveling in the Mountains" Zhaoyue:

Traveling in the mountains with you, the breeze is moving to the clouds;

Walking in the jungle is quiet, watching the grass and trees separate;

Picking fragrant flowers is prosperous, and the heart is happy and forgetful;

Relieve sorrow with you, this is unforgettable;

Qu Yuan thought that it was the right time to bring Xiaoyue this time, seeing that she was in a much better mood, he swept away the sadness on the cliff of Jishan, and slowly read out in his mouth:

"Mountain Ghost" Qu Yuan:

If someone is in the mountains, he will take a female dill with a lixi;

is both smiling and smiling, Zi Muyu is good at being slender;

Take the red leopard Xi from the civet dog, and the Xinyi car Xi knotted the laurel flag;

was taken by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng, and he was left behind;

(Officially, "Mountain Ghost" was made by Qu Yuan in exile in Jiangnan, adapted the sacrificial song, interspersed with his own imaginary love of gods, although it is a tragic ending, but between the lines is a happy mood, regret and expectation, so I feel that Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs" is very likely to be done by him in Yingdu as a literary waiter or before, but the mountain ghost is written by the mountain elves in Zigui Wu Mountain, borrowed to play in Yingdu, there is a certain deviation)

"Mountain Ghost" turned out to be written by Qu Yuan when he was so young, alas, he was ashamed, but he was just fond of poetry, as a descendant of two thousand years later, it was still an honor to be able to have a poem with the famous poet ancestor, Zhaoyue was in a happy mood, so he made a few more sentences.

Zhaoyue's "Wandering in the Mountains" continued:

The swimming fish are scattered and helpless, and the reflection is clear;

The shadow is detached;

Soothing the cool and often sitting quietly, appreciating the four seasons of the world;

The garden is full of incense;

After Zhao Yue finished these two sentences, Qu Yuan quickly came up with his own and continued it later

Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost" continued:

The rest of the secluded glens will never see the sky, and the road will be dangerous and difficult to come alone;

The table is independent above the mountain, and the clouds are tolerant and down;

The sun is dark, and the east wind is fluttering and the gods are raining;

Stay spiritually and forget to return, and the years are both Yan Xi and Huayu;

and Qu Yuan are in the sheng of the poem, "Well, next time you can bring some refreshments, books come over" Zhaoyue's face was full of joy, Zhaoyue's face was not gorgeous and charming, but her face was delicate, her smile was like moonlight, and the whole person in a light blue dress was bright and cold. Qu Yuan saw Zhao Yue's smile at this time and didn't know that he had lost his temper, and Zhao Yue ended

Zhaoyue's "Wandering in the Mountains" knot:

It's nearly dusk, don't hurt in the mountains,

Zi Mu traveled with Xi and sent Jun out of Xi and returned home;

After Zhaoyue finished the final ending, her eyes moved from the beautiful scenery in front of her to Qu Yuan, "Lingjun" ......

Qu Yuan was seen through by the girl in front of him, and he didn't feel embarrassed, but looked into Zhaoyue's eyes, and the four looked at each other at this time

Qu Yuan continued to speak, and Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost" continued:

Picking three beautiful in the mountains, Shi Lei Lei is a green vine;

The resentful son forgets to return, and I can't be idle;

Zhaoyue repeated, "The resentful son forgets to return, and I can't be idle; ”

"Lingjun's poems are unmatched, Xiaoyue is willing to bow down, but I don't know if Lingjun has thought about it later, I want to listen to it first"

Qu Yuan: "Not yet, I only saw Xiao Yue's eyes full of smiles in this poem just now, and I suddenly jumped out of my mind for it, it turns out that Xiao Yue and I have similar interests, yes, next time I come here, I will call you, but I haven't brought anyone else to this place"

Zhao Yue nodded hurriedly, unable to hide her joy: "That's really good, if Xiao Yue has a chance to come over next time, I will definitely help Lingjun make this place more beautiful."

Because the orchid chrysanthemums in the courtyard were planted by Qu Yuan himself, Zhaoyue couldn't bear to pick them, and it was dark when he returned to Mifu......