Junshan produces amethyst. The mountain is very high and there is only one family named Zhang, so few people come here.
The autumnal equinox has passed, and the mountains and forests are getting colder day by day. That day, Zhang Jing, the youngest son of the Zhang family, was playing in the forest. He accidentally sprained his foot and could not walk a step. Seeing that the sun was setting in the west, strange sounds came from the forest from time to time, which made Zhang Jing sob softly in shock. Suddenly I heard someone talking in the forest, who seemed to be reciting something, but I couldn't hear it clearly. After a while, I finally heard that the person was reciting an autumn poem, which Zhang Jingna's father had taught him when he was a policeman. This man's voice was clear and gentle, and Zhang Jing felt a little crazy when he heard it. There was another rustling sound in the forest, and the man pushed aside the branches and walked to Zhang Jing.
"My little friend, is your home in this mountain? I lost my way in this mountain and want to stay overnight." The man said.