I don’t know whether there are more mountains in my hometown, or whether the mountains in my hometown miss me very much. I always dream of the mountains in my hometown. I can’t tell whether the mountain is making me pursue my dream, or whether I am pursuing the dream of the mountain. Because the thousand-year-old dream in the mountain often wakes me up and makes me recall it from time to time. In my hometown, there are not many mountains or high mountains, just nine peaks and twelve mountains; There are no famous mountains, but there are thousands of years of dreams in the mountains. Lu Ji and Lu Yun, the litterateur and calligrapher in Jin Dynasty, once had an Autumn dream in Little Kunshan for ten years. Although this dream was a dull dream and a nightmare in their life, but it always makes them wake up and be awakened in this dream, becoming an ideal dream, a perfect dream: —— the birth of the literary work “Wen fu”; —– Wrote The Millennium famous post “Pingfu Post”. I have also experienced lost dreams. Because I didn’t have a goal in life for a while, I always picked up some broken dreams. In the end, I still felt regretful old dreams. So I stepped onto this little Kunshan Mountain again and again, sitting on the reading stage of Erlu, watching the Iris swaying, listening to the birds singing, watching the quiet and elegant soul. Such years have made my heart full of golden autumn leaves, spreading in the mountains. Maybe this autumn leaf is a thousand-year-old autumn leaf, because Lu Ji and Lu Yun brothers stepped on one side, and it turned into nectar that nourishes my literary life, it makes me find a feeling of life. Facing the endless steps of the wheel of time, I began to search again and again, thinking over and over again how to pick up the dusty dream. From then on, I had the same dream every day, and constantly met with this dream of life to pursue the dream of returning to the millennium. Therefore, I finally wrote and published the cultural prose collection The Magical Autumn.

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