Chrysanthemums are everywhere for nine days,

The rain rushes to the extreme.

The brocade of mist and clouds is hard to write poems,

No one remembers it late sunset.

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The people at the foot of the mountain formed a group and prepared to climb to the high place. The old people walked up the steps step by step with hiking poles in their hands.

A little old man was with Jiuzhou and Hanlu: This is not an old man who came to ask for directions, nor is it that Jiuzhou and Hanlu took the initiative to help the elderly in this life of respecting the elderly. After all, the elderly who come to climb the mountain have their own old friends or children, so it is not the turn of Jiuzhou and others to show their love.

This little old man is actually a god - he is Chongyang.

Chongyang is like a little old man since he was born. In fact, Chongyang is as old as most of the gods in the Four Seasons Fairyland, but as a result, he looked the most stable among the immortals in the Four Seasons Fairyland.

The gray beard is dragged to the chest. There is no turbidity that is common in the eyes of the elderly. Because Double Ninth Festival is a god, the eyes are very clear. Double Ninth Festival's eyebrows are long, raised at the end of the eyebrows, with a childish face, and a straight face when speaking, which is very interesting.

I brought a lot of chrysanthemum cakes and chrysanthemum wine. The chrysanthemum cakes are for Jiuzhou and the chrysanthemum wine is for Hanlu.

Just like the Chinese Valentine's Day, the Double Ninth Festival is born from people's wishes and beliefs. This is also the difference between them and the gods such as Han Lu, who are born with earth and the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. People climb high to pray for blessings and their belief in the four seasons gave birth to the birth of the Double Ninth Festival.

Perhaps because of the fact that Double Ninth Festival is born to look more mature than other gods, I think every detail and have to remind you over and over again, for fear that other people and immortals do not understand, or that they cannot remember clearly what bad results will be caused.

Look, isn’t the Double Ninth Festival going to begin?

"Hanlu, that wine is for you. Don't try it for Jiuzhou if you think it's fresh."

Chongyang started to keep talking, "That chrysanthemum cake is not for you, it is specially prepared for Jiuzhou. Don't end up in your mouth."

"Jiuzhou is our guest of the Four Seasons after all. Although we call us brothers and sisters, we can actually be considered juniors, you can't..."

Walking all the way up the mountain, people who surpassed one person and two immortals were holding bundles of dogwood in their hands, looking up the mountain with devout faces, and dared not stop their steps.

When you climb to the middle of the mountain, your vision becomes wider. You can see that the chrysanthemums planted in the village are blooming in full bloom now, like clusters of fireworks blooming.

With Jiuzhou and Chongyang, Hanlu climbed towards higher mountains, and Hanlu used his fairy power to summon a few clouds.

The rain was like a cow's hair, almost the same as the rain that was in Shangsi, but it changed the warmth to a little coldness.

The rain accompanied Jiuzhou and the people who climbed high up the mountain, and also brought the bitter chrysanthemum aura at the foot of the mountain.

The damp bitter air penetrated into the nostrils, flowed into the mouth, and the throat, making the mouth full of bitterness. Jiuzhou almost burst into tears by the bitter breath.

Obviously, the people around him were the same, but they still walked up the mountain in the rain. Those who were prepared took out an umbrella. Those who were not prepared had to find something that could protect the wind and rain and continue moving forward.

Seeing this, Han Lu quickly stopped Yunyu and said intimately: Why am I so confused!

In this way, when the people surrounded themselves to the top of the mountain, the sun appeared in the southwest and reflected a red cloud - I don’t know if it was the same as those a few days ago?

Some people set up blankets on the mountain, drank wine, and chanted poems; some people found a suitable angle, formed a team to take photos, and checked in to recommend; some people still piously inserted the dogwood inside their hands and looked into the distance, perhaps because there were brothers from afar still not returning...

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

The afterglow of the sun appears and disappears in the distant mountains, reflecting the bright red glow. The red glow sprinkles into the golden chrysanthemum fields at the foot of the mountain, reflecting a late autumn sunset, the mountains, rivers, and plants blend together, and is as brilliant as the mist.

The ancients did not deceive the present. The frustrated dusk after the sunset was really bleak, just like the saying "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk."

People who chant poems are difficult to recite, people who take pictures are filled with tears, and people who slid their bodies stiff...

No one doesn't love this brilliance, but when you think of the beauty of the sunset, the main night is exchanged for, and the elderly parents, brothers in the distance, and the ups and downs of life, you just think of the sunset coming too early and would rather be late.

As the sunset comes later, they can be more filial to their elderly parents for a few years, wait until their brothers return to their hometowns, and see the bright road ahead.
Chapter completed!