Shu Mountain, autumn night. The wind howled, the lightning flashed, the thunder rumbled, and the rain poured down. The poet lit a candle, listened to the sound of rain and the gurgling torrent outside, and breathed the moist air. The poet looked at the family letter on his desk and remembered the fragrance of the soil in his hometown. He longed to return to his hometown and to his relatives. "You asked me when I would return to my hometown, and I asked myself softly. It's not at this time. I don't know when. I think it will be in winter." The poet lay down with his clothes on, looking forward to the dawn and the sun coming out soon. . The next day, the poet got up early, opened the small door, and looked at the green mountains. The poet climbed up the mountain and looked at his hometown, but he only saw endless mountains. After the heavy rain, the vegetation is lush and new, the autumn ponds are filled with rainwater, the empty mountains are distant, and the autumn waves are rippled. The other side of the mountain where the sun sets is the hometown of the poet. Sun, you set in the west every winter and come and go in a hurry, but I am trapped in the mountains. Are you willing to bring my blessings back to my hometown? The poet's memory returns to the past again. When will we be able to hold candles and talk all night long as before? At that time, we always had endless words to say, endless songs to sing, endless poems to recite, and endless feelings to express. But now, we are far apart, looking forward to seeing each other. How are you doing far away? May your work go well. “There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors across the world.” Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Years later, when we meet again, what can we say? Maybe we will all grow old by then, but we will never forget this time of separation, and I will tell you my story in Bashan over and over again. After the night rain in Bashan, the gurgling autumn water is so nostalgic. One day, I heard from my old friend Hu Qian that he had dug up a thousand-year-old ginseng tree there, so I set out to take a look.
On the way, I kept thinking about what the ginseng was like, and I came to his house unknowingly. When I saw that the door of his house was locked and no one was in the house, I shook my head in disappointment. As I was walking back, I saw a child sitting there under a tall pine tree. He stepped forward and asked, "Have you seen a man who is 1.87cm tall and has a mustache?" When the child heard this, he asked: "Why are you looking for my master?" When I heard that Hu Qian was his master, I quickly told him his identity and origin. After hearing this, the child smiled and said, "Sir, you came at a bad time. My master went into the mountains to collect medicine this morning!" I asked, "Then which mountain did your master go to?" The child pointed his hand to the left. , I saw a "monstrous thing" standing there, its whole body shrouded in clouds and mist, and the trees on the mountain disappeared and appeared, it was so spectacular. I looked anxiously and asked: "Then do you know his specific location?" The child shook his head, and the two horns were like rattles (the metaphor is so vivid!) and said: "I don't know either."< /p>
I saw how cute the child was, so I immediately wrote a poem:
Panasonic asked the boy,
The teacher went to collect medicine.
Only in this mountain,
The clouds are deep.
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