Today, the full moon is another day when cicadas gather thousands of miles away.
The Mid-Autumn Festival in my childhood memory is a sweet moon cake, a friend's game, a firefly in the dark, and a happy dream for one night. Although I already know the name of my hometown in my mother's mouth, my hometown is so far away, just like the moon in the sky. Eating a moon cake is the truest feeling.
After several life changes, I finally returned to the north from the south and my hometown. Every Mid-Autumn Night, homesickness fades away. After all, after living in my hometown for a long time, I often forget my home, laugh at the lack of flowers in the full moon, and get drunk in winter, summer and Mid-Autumn Festival. For Jiangnan, which once gave birth to itself, I only remember the hazy smoke, blood like kapok, jasmine fragrance and palm swaying. There is also a small firefly on Mid-Autumn Festival night.
5. Yes, I left my hometown that is not my hometown, but I didn't learn the local accent that is not my hometown; I grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, but I have developed the character of a hero who drinks Jianghu. So far, I don't know whether I should be a prodigal son who misses boats or a ranger who misses horses.
6. The night is cold, and the moon is like a silk screen. I really want to break it with a knife and make it into a string of thoughts. With my humming and a melodious song at the moment, I will send it to a distant place with the wind and accompany you to have a beautiful dream every lonely night.
When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I hope people live a long life.