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At dusk, the sun quietly retracted its head, leaving only a little, but it still dyed the clouds red.

The poet Wang Wei read the book again and again at the dinner table. Suddenly, a few breathless words came out of the window: "It's really interesting to climb mountains today! Hmm! Look, I picked so many dogwoods! " "Ha, you are still ahead of me ..." He frowned and stretched himself again. He doesn't remember that today is the Double Ninth Festival in September, which just proves that today's streets are not as noisy as before.

Listening to these words, the poet couldn't help walking to the window, leading to an alley outside the town, and people were going home one after another. A family usually consists of two old people, several couples and seven or eight children. Looking up, even the birds have returned home. Further up, some birds are flying to Wang Wei's house.

Looking up again, there are only endless rosy clouds, but in Wang Wei's eyes, the rosy clouds on the horizon are like crystal balls in the hands of soothsayers in the western regions, reflecting Wang Wei's familiar scene: Wang Wei is climbing a mountain with his brothers, and everyone is talking and laughing along the way. When they reached the top of the mountain, everyone was so tired that they fell on the lawn. Only a few children were still chasing butterflies, which seemed endless. Coming down from the mountain, the children picked more dogwoods than anyone else, while the adults chatted at home, which was a happy scene.

The scene changed, and the two brothers were still climbing the mountain, but Wang Wei disappeared, but the laughter was less. When going down the mountain, a brother asked, "Why does it seem that one person is missing?" The reluctant smiles on the brothers' faces disappeared and the sad faces flashed again. Eldest brother sighed and said, "This year, Wang Wei still didn't come back."

It will soon be dark, and there are only a few stars left in the boundless sky. Seeing this, Wang Wei unconsciously burst into tears and wrote a poem:

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is one person missing from the dogwood.

Looking at the direction of home, tears blurred my eyes again.