There are still twenty days left before the opening time of the Hundred Battle Domain.

At night, Qiu Jin sat on the roof of the inn with a wine jug in his hand, pondering things.

Cheng Qianqian's slender figure emerged from the darkness, and she asked Qiu Jin vaguely with something in her mouth: "That prince Tuoba Hong really wants to mingle with Lu Yuan in the rivers and lakes?"

Qiu Jin didn't look back, swallowed a sip of bitter wine and said: "It is said that I have envied the heroes who fly the eaves and walk the wall since I was a child, and I don't want to return to the red wall of the palace. ”

Cheng Qianqian, who had a delicate heart, asked, "You don't have any other plans?"

Qiu Jin put down the flask, looked up at the moon, and did not answer.

Cheng Qianqian knew that she would not get an answer if she continued to dig deeper, so she changed the topic and said: "At our speed, we can reach the outer realm of the Hundred Battles Domain in half a month." ”

Qiu Jin was silent for a few breaths and said, "I'm going to go to Yanshan once tomorrow." ”

Cheng Qianqian raised her eyebrows and asked, "Oh?"

Qiu Jin took another sip of wine and replied: "I have seen a person, but I haven't seen him for ten years." ”

Cheng Qianqian didn't ask much, finished eating the dim sum in her hand out of nowhere, turned around and walked back to the room.

After Qiu Jin drank the bitter wine, he couldn't sleep for a while, and hummed the desolate song of the northern realm that he learned back then.

"In the spring and autumn of troubled times, panic is like a day

If you die, you won't come back

The miserable winter and summer are like light years

The years owed for the rest of my life

This grass mustard is all things

Life like purple gold

The vastness of the mayfly at a glance

Luo Ying died in the mountain country

So I thought

In the prime of life

Able to cut water and sail

Ink whitehead

Dream a big dream of mountains and autumns"

For a long time, Qiu Jin, who was slowly asleep on the roof, said to himself.

"Brother Qin, how are you doing?"

......

The next day, Yan Guo traveled to the wild goose forest.

Yan Guoxing Yanshan 500 miles of forest sea, from a distance, lush and green, overlapping, can not see the end.

Among them, a large number of cedar trees are dense and luxuriant, connected into a large area, and from a distance, it looks like a large mass of thick yellow clouds and smoke condensed at the foot of the mountain. The tall cedar trees stretched out and trembled in the wind. The ragged dome and topaz-colored clouds woven from the trunks of the trees stopped in the clear blue sky.

PS: The original poem is as follows

Mountain Autumn Dream

——People have no end of thoughts, and the grass and trees have spring and autumn.

Spring and autumn in troubled times

Only one day

If you die, you will not come again

Miserable winter and summer

It's like light years

The years owed for the rest of my life

There is a breath left

At every turn, I want to break new ground

amusing

This grass mustard is all things

Life like purple gold

The vastness of the mayfly at a glance

Luo Ying died in the mountain country

So I thought

In the prime of life

Able to cut water and sail

Ink whitehead

Go and dream a big dream of mountain and autumn