One night thirteen years later, the night was already deep, and the stars blinked and closed their eyes, apparently drowsy. The moon also took advantage of the thin clouds to squint for a while.

On a quiet and deep summer night, there is always the sound of insects, a small song of crickets, accompanied by the sound of frogs on the shore of the wetland lake not far away, playing the music of midsummer.

------ Yanhuang Land • Cultural Protection Association------

Next to a quaint building, a newly built house is full of shadows and lights. From the house, there was a constant stream of keyboard tapping.

The night was getting deeper, and even the crickets and frogs didn't want to work for the summer symphony anymore, and their voices became weaker and weaker...... There was not the slightest sound until there was silence.

The sound of tapping on the keyboard was still heard, and it was recognizable from the light and shadow that it was a girl in the prime of her youth, with seriousness and love in her tired eyes.

Let the moonlight climb into the room with the window, but it turned out that there was not only a girl alone in the house, but it was probably the only girl who was still working.

And let the moonlight depict the appearance of the girl - it is Meng Jiuzhou who has grown up.

I wasn't forced to work overtime, and I wasn't bullied by my colleagues as a newcomer because I just graduated from college. Kyushu is rushing to publicize the manuscript of the association's official account, and he will go to graduate school tomorrow to report, so he has to spare tomorrow's things to do tonight.

In the tired eyes, there is more love, the moonlight is wrapped in the breeze, bringing the slight coolness of the fingertips, every word typed on the keyboard seems to be poured with all the effort, and every word is full of Kyushu's deep feelings for culture.

The last picture is ...... Kyushu thought for a moment and took out the painting he had when he was a child: it was the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland drawn by his immature little hand holding a pencil after returning from Huaxia Shenzhou.

The painting has always been carried by Kyushu, even when he is sleeping, he keeps it by his side. Now that I think about it, it was just a dream......

Is it really a dream? Those affectionate and righteous immortals, those enthusiastic and proud teenagers, the poets who are poetic, and the people who live, love life, and treat each other sincerely in China are really just a dream?

But if it's not a dream...... Why is nothing left after waking up from a dream? Why did I fall in love with traditional culture and be in the cultural heritage of the Yanhuang land, but I never saw those childlike immortals again?

Meng Kyushu grew up, but Dream didn't grow up with Kyushu.

Kyushu had a sour nose and wanted to cry, but her father, who was a police officer, had always taught her to be strong and not to shed tears no matter what.

The night is already deep. Thinking about it, Kyushu fell asleep......

In the dream, it is the familiar four-hour heavenly fairyland, and it is the group of familiar immortals, and the only thing that has changed is that Kyushu has grown up, and it is no longer the ignorant child.

I had a long conversation with the immortals of the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland for a few days, Sister Spring Festival, Sister Lichun, and Brother Dahan...... They are still the same as before, and they are still the same temperament.

The winding water flows, the peach blossom feast, and even merges into one, once again connecting the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland of Huaxia Shenzhou and the Yanhuang Land, and I saw the group of brothers and sisters who have now become the heroes of Huaxia Shenzhou, and the poet who has now hugged his grandson and is comparing his grandchildren with his old friends......

Later, after all, it was a dream again, and there was not even a shadow left, only to see the hand-drawn pencil on the computer screen on the neat "Twenty-four Solar Terms Song", and the names and surnames of the group of immortals in the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland were abbreviated in "Spring rain shocks the spring and clear valley sky, and the summer is full of mangs and summer and summer are connected." Autumn dew, autumn frost, winter snow and snow and winter small and big cold. In the rhyme.

Later, I joined the army when I was a graduate student in Kyushu, and I returned to school after a few years as a soldier. After graduating with a Ph.D., he chose to work as a teacher in the school, and worked at the Cultural Protection Association on weekdays and holidays. The whole person is busy, but he is also happy.

But Kyushu never dreamed of the immortals of the Four Seasons Heavenly Realm again, perhaps because Kyushu had grown up and no longer needed their guidance; Maybe Kyushu's mission was accomplished, and they let Kyushu live a normal and fulfilling life.

Or perhaps, it was a story in a dream that Kyushu imagined.

So, Huaxia Shenzhou and the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland, are they really just a dream? Is this inherited cultural mission imagined in Kyushu's dream?

I'm afraid that even Meng Jiuzhou himself can't answer this question clearly, maybe ask the immortals in the Four Seasons Heavenly Immortal Realm, and you can know the answer, right?