"True Writing" on the Moon in Hometown

I firmly believe that I will never leave my hometown in my life.

The reason why I have such an idea may sound ridiculous, just like an idiot talking in his sleep, but I have always been an idiot and an obsessed person about my hometown, especially the moonlight in my hometown, from piety to worship.

The moonlight in my hometown seems like milk, nourishing our body and mind. When I was a child, I was hanging high for countless nights. As long as there was a moonlight night, my mood would be surprisingly good. With my brothers and sisters, in the moonlit yard, in the evening of spring, I leaned against my mother's waist, listening to her dumping the old stories we will never talk about like moonlight, and then fell asleep in the moonlight. In the first half of the hot summer, I always felt that the heat was unbearable, pestering my father to tell me the Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties and Yue Biography, so these heroes with historical luster and Yue Fei entered my immature thoughts and blood in the moonlight. On a wide autumn night, the moonlight shines brightly for us. We fanned the cards on the ground in droves to catch the iron hoop, and how many childhood joys and happiness flowed in the hazy Yamashita. On a moonlit night in winter, we play piccolo in the silence of snowflakes, expressing our yearning for distant friends and our hope for spring.

The moonlight in my hometown knows people's minds very well, just like people's own brothers. Children go home at night, and the moonlight is very worried about children's fear, so we have to put all our eggs in one basket to release Yue Hui, and make the mountain road look like a silver training, so that children who come home from school at night will no longer howl of scary beasts. Because those wolves and foxes on the mountain are afraid of the bright moonlight, they dare not come out easily as long as the moonlight shines on the mountain. There is also the moon color in my hometown, just like the old man under the moon in the countryside. As long as there is an opportunity, it will make the girls in the mountains more beautiful and charming, so those girls who are eager to meet their dream lover will choose the night when the moonlight melts to show their charm. As if with the power of evil spirits, the girl in the moonlight is always so charming and pretty, with sparkling eyes like a lake, gentle and delicate gait like the wind, dimples with infinite charming smile, always stealing the jumping heart of the country boy, adding a little imagination and longing for happy love in the moonlight fringed night, and finally, the moon enters the clouds and is thick. At that time, as children, we often saw boys and girls dating after dusk on the night when the moon rose, so we stubbornly believed that moonlight was a master of lyricism and made many sweet love in the countryside.

The moon color in my hometown is still a loyal guardian, protecting the countryside and crops. As long as there are few stars at night and there is a loyal moonlight guardian, the crops in the field will not be stolen by thieves who get something for nothing. And if the hard-working moonlight doesn't come out for a few nights because of the clouds, thieves who are lazy and get something for nothing will take advantage of the night to get into the fields and steal the corn or beans with the fragrance of five grains from hard-working people. When the owner saw the scene of the theft in the field the next day, he would call the thief immoral, complain about the bad weather last night and regret that there was no moonlight. Often at this time, the old people around me will answer cheerfully, not that the moonlight was covered by clouds last night, but that the crescent moon was not born at the beginning of the month. If you are born, even if it is a broken moon, thieves dare not do it. Perhaps the theft in the village made the moonlight more cautious. Later, it rarely happened that crops were stolen, and there were few lost crops that were dried on the threshing floor in autumn. We are grateful for the persistence and dedication of Moonlight. How much rest did the moonlight sacrifice on people's sleeping nights? If it weren't for fatigue, I wouldn't fade quickly in a month. That is the result of riveting my youth and vitality, so I can't help but respect the selfless spirit of moonlight.

When the sky begins to get deeper and higher, it means autumn is coming.

Even if it is not a crisp autumn day, it has a special flavor. For example, after the autumn harvest in rural vilen, wheat, flax, buckwheat and millet were harvested ... all of them were tied in the wild, such as the mother holding the baby in her arms after giving birth, which was sweet, happy and peaceful; Autumn rain in the countryside, dripping, falls quietly on dead leaves, strewn at random, like beating notes on strings. Sometimes, the sky is gray, but not cloudy. Even if it seems dull, it is refreshing. An old man with a hat and hemp fiber on his head, a shepherd boy riding on the back of an ox, a girl waving a red scarf and humming folk songs are the warmest and most harmonious pictures between heaven and earth.

My hometown is in the wilderness of eastern Henan plain, and it is also a small village with simple folk customs. The villagers live and work in peace and contentment. In my childhood memory, the golden full moon peeped out from the top of the big elm tree at the entrance of the village has long been my lingering homesickness.

In that dark blue sky, there is a full moon embedded, as clear as a mirror and as hazy as a veil; The white dew is warm and empty, the moonlight is flowing, the white dew is hazy and diffuse, and the countryside is immersed in soft silver light, which is quiet and peaceful. It is really a miracle in a freehand painting.

Dogs barking from time to time in the distance, mixed with the voices of several mothers calling their children home for dinner, are also dragging their long tails in this soft moonlight, and the cadence is memorable. You can sit on the low wall in front of the door, or you can sit by the river, listening to the dense cicadas, the frogs at the ebb and flow, and the autumn insects. Between these sounds, there is the deepest silence.

In the boundless moonlight, the sound is beautiful and mysterious, like a chorus played by a fairy walking on the waves, and you will have a quiet and peaceful state of mind to appreciate the spirituality of all things.

Thousands of years of farming civilization, we are all children soaked in the moonlight in the countryside.

August 15th is the festival of the moon every year. I remember it was a Mid-Autumn Festival many years ago. My mother gave us a holiday in the courtyard and took us to Yue Bai. She told us the story of "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon".

I should have been five or six years old. Mother is a folk artist who makes noodles. She makes moon cakes for our children, and she also wants to go to the Heavenly Palace to worship Chang 'e.

Mother said Chang 'e was a beautiful and kind woman. Because he stole the elixir of life from the Queen Mother, he became a moon essence and lived in the moon. Later, the Queen Mother found out that in a rage, she became a toad, entered the Guanghan Palace, was punished for hard work, and could no longer be with her lover Hou Yi. Later, thanks to an immortal's guiding method, on the night of the full moon on August 15 every year, the flour is made into the shape of a full moon and placed in the northwest corner of the yard, and the name of Chang 'e is called to the moon, so that Chang 'e can go home for reunion at midnight.

Mother told us this beautiful fairy tale while putting the moon cakes on the small coffee table in the yard. Under the melting moon, we children set up round heads and listened with relish. It was not until I went to college and read more books that I realized that these myths were just people's imagination for thousands of years, but the Chang 'e-style sadness lingered.

This is a quiet little garden with a stout phoenix tree and a splendid begonia tree. In the winding path of the secluded garden, grass insects croak and frogs croak like drums. The moonlight poured down like water, and the dim light shone obliquely, washing the blue sky. Tasong, cypress, elm, birch, Toona sinensis and orchid here are all covered with oil painting colors. The fountain in front of the small garden is playing a beautiful melody, and the quiet campus seems to be another world. If you use Bandari's piano music "Silent Corner", you can probably hear the moonlight slipping like a note, covering your hair, your arms and your shoulders. If you reach out your hand, you can touch the note and catch its shallow singing and telling. This made me pull my thoughts back to my long-lost hometown and think of the moonlight in the countryside. At this moment, this full moon should be the same as that in China.

As a child growing up in the countryside, I am always full of awe and gratitude for this land where I was born and raised. Life blooms and bears fruit there, with firm persistence, infinite wandering and bitter pursuit. In the autumn night under this month, I pursue those unforgettable memories in my life.

Listen, those old people who are idle in the yard, enjoying the cool, sit on the floor, shaking their cattail leaf fans, talking about Sang Ma, telling old news and singing folk songs ... Listen to their gossip about Li Jiachang and the Wangs' short business, harvest and what they think is the most important thing, and feel the authenticity and love of their lives.

This also reminds me of the Full Moon written by Lu Xun. The boudoir is wearing a silver collar and holding a steel fork, on the vast beach by the sea, under the golden moon ... that scene often makes people immersed in a beautiful imagination. The heroic attitude of young people and Na Yue often touch my beautiful homesickness.

"The moon is bare, and the cow hits the beam; There is no grass on the beam and it hits the ditch; There is a wolf in the ditch. Call your home. "

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This is a familiar nursery rhyme that several of our friends who were grazing animal spirits at that time talked about.

1 of "pa", I don't know who turned the whip in his hand, but the cow still walked slowly, but the frightened old Sao Hu (dialect: Touyang) rose a cloud of soil fog and swooped in front of you.

When the first day of the first month comes, we ride donkeys or climb on the backs of cows, count the shining stars in the sky, make fun of the sacrificial gods and walk home. At that time, I didn't know there was such a song as Walking on a Country Road. We think the popular nursery rhymes in China are the best songs. For example, "the wolf came, the tiger came, the Lama came with a drum on his back, the old woman came with a fork, and the kannika nimtragol came with flowers." We were all raised by these nursery rhymes, which decorated our carefree days at that time. The moonlit path left us happy laughter and unforgettable memories.

The water is clear and the moon is near, and the firefly is white. Listening to the safe night, listening to the moonlight, autumn insects are mumbling, like nature, like golden sound, far and near, long and ancient.

I put my childhood experience on this unguarded night, and the past ups and downs in the dark are like a beautiful full moon on the horizon, which has unfolded rich life brilliance and soul texture.

Night is a hotbed for human beings to release nature. There is a mysterious atmosphere in the moonlit night. In the silence of the night, we are vaguely and secretly connected with nature. In the process of connecting with nature, we are born clean and happy.

Human taste is pure happiness. I think this smell must be brought to the poet by the bright moon. Why else does he miss the bright moon in the blue sky so much? The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

I don't know how deep autumn is until I get to the countryside. We are surrounded by noise and hubbub every day, dragged down by complicated offices and tired by complicated interpersonal relationships. When can we pat the dust on ourselves, go to the countryside to take part in the ceremony of bathing in the moonlight, and cast a golden moon for ourselves?

At dusk, I was stopped by an inexplicable phone call and walked hand in hand to Qingshui River, a small river in my hometown. So, in the evening breeze, I carefully read Hometown in the Moonlight again.

Hometown in the moonlight, hazy at night. In the distance, you can only see a little shadow on the Rocky Mountain, which is dyed silver by moonlight and clearly separated by a curve. The mountain in the shadow is dark, and several trees on the mountain are faintly visible like a silhouette. The tower farther away seems to be out of sight, leaving only an imaginary figure. The old street, at that time, put away the prosperity during the day and was already submerged in the thick night, so that I couldn't see it everywhere in the ancient town. The flashing lights on the shore beside me gently touched the moonlight and kneaded it into wisps of yellow, which covered people on both sides of the strait with a thin layer of yellow gauze. Occasionally, three or two people who came to visit me walked leisurely in the yellow gauze. The water is sparkling, gently touching the moonlight, rubbing out pieces of silver light, embellishing the Millennium ancient town with a few glittering ornaments, and occasionally three or two fish swimming at night leap in the river. In the hazy hometown, everything seems to be nothing, like the world and like a fairyland!

There is a quiet night in my hometown under the moonlight. In the sky, the moon is stepping on the broken steps, leading the stars all over the sky and moving gently from east to west. That lightness is a fear of awakening the ancient town. Under the moon, the ancient town dispelled the noise of the day and quietly entered the dream with hardworking people. That kind of silence is a comfort to the fear of mistreating the ancient town. Happy birds also stopped singing with the rhythm of the ancient town and returned to their nests to share the tranquility of the moonlit night with their relatives. Occasionally, a few cries of babies came into the night sky and shook the night gently, so the ancient town opened its eyes slightly. In a flash, everything was calm again. All is silent! I gently praise my hometown.

Hometown in the moonlight, the night is more ethereal. The night in the ancient town begins its journey with a full moon. Inadvertently, the moon returning from the west quietly climbed to the top of the tower and set foot on the journey to the west again. The round moon is covered with soft Yin Hui, and her smile is full of kind face. The whole starry sky is filled with deep tenderness because of her leisurely arrival. I can't help being intoxicated, because I have never seen such an elegant and soft moon rise.

I can't help feeling that when people are rushing to Huangshan and Taishan to watch the sunrise, why not turn to the Millennium ancient town and have a look at the soft moonlight in their hometown? This beautiful scenery has become more and more precious and unusual for us today. The wind in the moonlight, you can see it blowing slowly from the canyon in the north of the town, blowing up the fine ripples in the Qingshui River with sleeves, and then drifting leisurely south to the recognized place with the fragrance of Osmanthus Jelly. The wind has gone, but it has left countless people relaxed and happy. The Qingshui River in the moonlight has maintained its concentration for thousands of years. No matter how deep the night is, it still sings all the way. That song is as beautiful as a mother singing to her child in the cradle.

Warm moonlight, homesickness on the yellow land, how bright the moonlight at home is! The moon is the circle of my hometown. Moonlight in my hometown, you are like a blooming tree. Looking up, you can see the flowers full of trees; With low eyebrows, you can smell the fragrance of that place. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon, people get together every year. The same sky, enjoying the full moon. The moonlight in my hometown, that moment, we are thousands of miles away, the moonlight in my hometown, at this moment, we are brightening the whole heaven.

Whether on the barren road or in this bleak autumn. The fragrance of moonlight has already permeated the intersection of coming and going, and the hazy warmth has already dispelled the past and time in this intoxicating moonlight. The prodigal son who has left his hometown seems that as long as he sees the bright moon in his hometown, his wandering heart will warm up in an instant, just like the rebirth of life and the reunion of the world, as warm and beautiful as water washing his heart. We met with a smile and said goodbye to the past with a smile. Although, in an instant, everything is changing, but the constant is family, the constant is homesickness, and the constant is the moonlight in my hometown.

Perhaps, life itself is a journey, because she has been grateful, so she met you countless times. When she met the moonlight in your hometown, you gave me confidence and courage, you gave me brains and inspiration, you made me carry flowers all the time, and you never let me engrave them in my own life, never fading, just like every fragment is a petal, and every moment is eternal, worth cherishing and valuable. Perhaps, just because of you, the moonlight in my hometown, you are the most lovely person in my life. Therefore, I have always cherished this faint happiness and shallow warmth.

Night, quiet; Family, warmth. The moon is bright in my hometown, and it's cold. Don't forget to add a coat for yourself. When you are hungry, don't forget to buy yourself a loaf of bread. Pain, don't forget to give yourself a strong; If you fail, you might as well give yourself the next goal; If you fall, you might as well get up in pain and move on with a smile. This is nothing else, just because you are the moon in that hometown, and you are the cutest person in that hometown.

You see, the moon in my hometown is bright and round now, and it is bright again today. Unfortunately, I am not that silkworm, I can't spit out lingering silk, I can't bear the cocoon of acacia, and I can't keep this eternal beauty, but I have the most sincere and grateful heart. I wish the moonlight in my hometown more and more beautiful, and I wish the moonlight in my hometown happiness forever.

In the vast moonlight of my hometown, I grew up bathed in holy light bit by bit. In the magnificent moonlight of my hometown, my mind and thoughts began to mature gradually. In the boundless moonlight in my hometown, I have accumulated the courage to live and inspired the strength and belief that moonlight will go out of the village and come to the outside world. Now that I am over 30 years old, I have been looking forward to returning to my hometown in the magnificent moonlight, recalling my colorful childhood and romantic youth. But such a dull idea always stood me up because of my busy life and my carelessness, so it became a deep regret. I am determined to return to my hometown, to my hometown under the empty moonlight, to cherish the long-lost joy together and to communicate too much life with moonlight. I think the moonlight will listen to me patiently, just as we will listen to it respectfully. No words are worth a thousand words.

In windy and windless seasons, the night in the hut is quiet. The earth washed by moonlight is like a delicate ink painting. In the narrow world surrounded by mountains and peaks, a kind of quiet and sweet breath permeates, just like jade with a thousand-year legend, graceful and dignified, with a long artistic conception.

My hometown, which is surrounded by mountains and waters, has been barren and plain for many years, but it has accumulated a misty pastoral color in the shuttle between the sun and the moon, comforting those souls who belong there with the charming moonlight there. I seldom go into the night. Because of the beautiful scenery in the world, I have seen much, and no matter how strange it is, it will look ordinary. This is probably why Su Dongpo said, "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain". But as long as you linger in your hometown, the bright moon, the faint mountains and the faint water are always intentional or unintentional. When you leave, you will send out the most affectionate call, so that you will be wrapped and washed away by a force in the quiet of nature and be introduced into the realm of nothing. I can't describe my impression of that field properly.

For this world, I can only describe it as magic. In my heart, there is a kind of admiration and a kind of trepidation. This mentality makes it a luxury for me to observe the world as an outsider. Even when I was absent-minded, the tangled and mysterious world still clearly emerged in my mind, and finally precipitated into a deep friendship that I could not escape. Walking on the winding stone steps, the sky lanterns swaying in the distance are so clear that they seem out of reach. And the dim yellow candlelight flowing from the door left unlocked is dim and hazy, as close as far away. Looking around from a height, the mountains are connected with the sky, and the earth rises and falls with the stars and the moon. Among the stars, the Milky Way is close at hand. If it is a night with few stars in the moon, the beauty of the cottage is unparalleled. Endless mountains are dark at night and blurred in the moonlight. Towering ridges and undulating valleys, like flowing colored satin, are jumping with colorful melodies. Where there are occasional fireflies, golden light overflows, like rolling pearls embedded in black satin, and life-like energy ripples all the time. The wooden house covered with green vines is like a virgin at this time, maintaining the shyness and gentleness of a girl.

Small lights decorate her quiet doors and windows, showing the solemnity on a par with the gods and the beauty like the goddess Huan with a kind of branches and leaves that seem like a lifetime ago. The deep valleys covered by moonlight are clean and elegant, with confusing brilliance, such as stupas and lotus stands of bodhisattvas. Even if it brings together the treasures of the world, it is rarely so magnificent.

The blue and white stone steps lead to the distance and disappear between heaven and earth in an instant. Evergreen moss under the stone steps is still as frivolous as a sea of clouds, endless, like colorful waves on the sea, like endless peach trees in a flat peach garden. They embellish the coolness of the night with fabulous fluency and aura, as well as lofty sentiments that cover the sky. In the middle of the peach grove, you can see a swing from time to time, and groups of happy little fairies are playing, carefree and innocent. At the end of the stone steps road, thousands of hectares of fertile land are like the blue sea. Dark, broad and extremely deep.

When the breeze comes, the dew hidden among the rice leaves shines. Like sparkling waves, like fine fish scales, with the cantata of the evening breeze, they swim to the distance one by one. The undulating in the distance is the charming evening tide. Surrounded by the late tide is a bay pond. In the pond, there are lotus leaves and ridges, and the lotus is Tingting. In twos and threes, they snuggled together and huddled together, like intimate girls, earnest and understated. There are also occasional frogs and fish diving swish from far and near, full of pastoral charm. If it is fate, you can also see egrets flying in the moonlight, Yuanyang playing in the lotus leaves, fishing for the elderly, and filling pipes with the wisdom of the wise.

Mid-Autumn Festival, I once again walked into the moonlight, let my boundless thoughts enjoy a bright bath. Inadvertently seeing WU GANG's simple figure in the Moon Palace, I couldn't help thinking of my hometown and the eternal moonlight in my hometown.