Do you know where I am under the moon? On the grassland or on the mountain? In a canyon or at the top of a mountain. In the sea or in the desert. Don't ask, I'm under the moon anyway. There are thousands of miles to meet, and there are thousands of miles to meet. Missed it, even the opposite side will miss it. Sometimes you need to wait, and waiting is also a strategy.
Sometimes you have to catch up and miss every minute. There is no time to delay, and every minute counts. I would rather exceed than miss it.
The moon has gone, so have I, walking around, still under the moon. It's hard to walk without being tempted.
If the moon doesn't indicate the direction, the mistake is to find the wrong reference. The moon is boundless, where is the place to stay. Where is the place of peace of mind. Water under the bridge. Let's find a big tree and let our hearts live here. Although it can't keep out the rain, it can keep out the sun. You can long for nectar.
At the top of the mountain, the trees can't tell the direction. The faster they walk, the farther away they are. Is there an anxious heart and a confused road under your feet?
In the desert of Yuan Ye, let alone trees, even grass can't be found. what can I do to help? Shout at the moon, the moon doesn't answer, shout at the stars, the stars blink, and the breeze doesn't speak. Dry sand does not move and does not say anything. Only the sand spider lives happily in the sand and doesn't feel bitter at all. Complacency is not depravity, but choosing another kind of power. It is better to give in than to compromise. This is another song of life. Why must we persevere? Setbacks are only temporary. The difficulty has passed and the sky has widened. If it is broken, what can we do to fight for tomorrow? I don't feel ashamed and humiliated to bow my head in the face of difficulties, just to stand stronger every day.
Moon Essay 2: The Moon in My Hometown
It's so warm, with a touch of sadness. In the dead of night, the lights are like water, and when you are lonely and heavy, you quietly climb the grass slope, diffuse into the west window, sneak into my purple dream, lure out whispers, cover the misty fog with soft-eyed stars, caress the sweetness in your dreams with faint flowers, and kiss my helpless tears in the twilight.
How far your Yin Hui is, how far your mother cares, how soft your caress is, and how deep your mother's love is. You accompany me with the warmth of my life, and my mother holds me in her palm for a long time until the mottled temples are stained with orange sunset.
At dusk, I took my thoughts through the clouds and returned to your old courtyard dam, which was lightly sprinkled with water, thick and simple, and still warm by the soft light of the stars, and once again bathed in your faint brightness. I caressed the old tree in front of the door with distant breath, wet the mossy stone ladder in front of the door with tears, and the clear slate slope reproduced my affectionate and tired footprints.
Nowadays, the years are shortened, my mind is full, and my dream of missing you is clearer and more frequent.
From time to time, I look up and hug you-the distant and close hometown moon, just like a moon boat that hugs my childhood, bringing many lost dreams back to my warm dreams.
Moon Essay 3: The Moon at Polygonum Angle
Squatter, early straw.
Straw dried in the field was tied up. This is light, many choices, and soon fills up. The hut was full and piled up against the outer wall. Some valleys are also beside that pile of things. Finally, when the door is closed and locked, the squatter is quiet.
I didn't wake up until winter.
Remove the straw from the outer wall, and the millet on the ground is sparse. Chickens and ducks like it. When they come out of the cage, they go in, which makes the children relaxed. Children with more brains make a fire and throw it into the valley. When the flame licked, the valley looked black in light mold and thin smoke. A few pairs of small hands gradually softened before the fire spread. There was a dull sound in the fire, and occasionally a few popcorn popped out. Snow-white popcorn, a roll of fire, brown; The smoke was blackened; Blink your eyes a few times and it will catch fire. Popcorn is crisp, even at night, children can't resist its temptation. Wherever the chaff burned, the bamboo pole kept holding, a spark, a puff of smoke and dust, a string of crackles, and a batch of popcorn popped out like stars. Small hands quickly picked up, straight into the mouth. Finally, I was angered. Look at my hands. My mouth is gray-black. Flames and smoke drifted across the roof and hid in the air. During the day, hanging at night, and wide You Lan. The wind that washes the sky lingers in the valley, along the stream and on the branches. Month, without saying a word, slowly move forward. Is she cold? What should I use to warm it when it is cold? Xing Zi is her popcorn, all over the sky. No one is arguing, and she can't finish picking it unless the rain wets the sky. One day, I will ride on Tianma, pick up a sack of popcorn, pour it into the basket and eat it slowly until my teeth fall out.
Month, quiet, sleep, she got up. She was sleeping while people were working. Will it bother her? She must have dozed off at night, too
I often doze off by the fire in the cabin, especially at the night of welcoming guests.
When someone gets married in a room, it is inevitable to light a fire at Liaojiao, and the little ones are around and are too lazy to sleep. The old man explained that the woman's home came to pick up the lights in the room and designated several boys and girls, probably through "Ding" to "light". The reward for receiving the lamp is 20 cents per person. Those who didn't go around the fire, waiting for the new couple to sprinkle sugar. The adults talked about how beautiful the new people were, and went out at the top of the village on the moon. When everyone doesn't want to talk, they take turns to the village entrance, hoping for new people. I think the couple must have come by a crescent boat, and the planetesimals lit a lamp at the bow. After the boat sent the couple to the village entrance, they hid in the clouds and peeped. The people on the moon boat were dressed in white, satin, ribbons and high sheaths, and walked lightly. I took the most candy for the newcomers, and every pocket was full. I don't know who said it in confusion. There are drums and suona ringing vaguely, with clear rhythm, drifting away, and several red lights slowly shaking. Wearing red shirts, shoes, scarves and umbrellas, the couple jumped over the stove, stepped on the dustpan and stepped into the threshold. Their hands were crisp, their silk handkerchief shook, peanuts, red dates, orange cakes and sweets flashed all over the floor, and people flocked to them. When people dispersed, I sat on the stone foundation of the gate and looked at a few pieces of candy in my hand. The moon on the small roof, with its white face and beautiful teeth, will smile at me one day. When the moon gets married, it must be wearing red makeup.
The field should be chased with base fertilizer and the straw should be returned to the field. A shack without straw, shut the pig. It's dark inside, and when the oil lamp shines at night, the figure is chubby, blocking a wall, and the cow's feet are knocking on the drum outside the hut, which is a little timid. Mother took two blue tiles from the roof and replaced them with glass tiles. The moonlight through the glass tile, like coming out of the focal plane, braved the thin air and shone on the pink pig, making the sow snore and the pig squeak. How nice it is that the moon doesn't set! When the moon didn't set and the sun rose, they fought, and no one advised them, which was not good.
Waste ditch outside Liao Dynasty. Plant pumpkins, gourds, flowers and butterflies beside the ditch.
Pumpkin seedlings, thick vines, dark green leaves, fluffy flowers and emeralds inlaid with gold. Gourd, white flowers and round leaves, not so generous, not so expensive. Hua Hudie, vines hanging down, curtain-shaped, white flowers and red beans, eye-catching during the day, butterflies coming, dragonflies coming. Butterflies go up and down, girls like them, but the feathers are fragile and the powder is toxic, which will blister if they stick to their hands. The green dragonfly lying on the edge of the leaf is dull. The children held out their thumb and forefinger, carefully aimed at its tail and gave it a quick pinch. Grab it, break its transparent wings, let it spin on the ground, and the chicken will peck it away if it is a little careless.
One morning, the red dragonfly was stained with dew, perched on the vine and guarded the melon. Red dragonflies, with big head, short tail and small body, usually live in ponds. Pond, can let them enjoy quietly, no one disturb them. A girl from a neighboring village, wearing a red silk head and a red skirt, was washing vegetables by the pond with her head in her head, like a red dragonfly. Her face, like the moonlight in the pond, sparkles.
At this time, the round golden pumpkin is resting on the tile. Hearing the shouts, it stepped down the ladder step by step and entered the hut. The gourd hanging on the rafter was put on the ground, pulled by a saw, accidentally broke off a piece and threw it as pig food with a sigh. Split it, dig out the pulp, dry it and put it in a spoon.
When the children are happy, they sit on the small roof and refuse to come down.
The old man said, stay at the top of the hut, and the fairy will hand out moon cakes.
How big is the pie sent by the fairy?
Moonlight.
Mooncake, can you bite it?
Use a saw, like a gourd, one for each person.
I don't want moon cakes, I want moonlight. I hung it on the eaves to light up every corner of the house. Leave it in your body and you will never get lost again.
The moonlight is for you. Is there anything left that day?
Make another one like a fairy printing a cake. Otherwise, I can bend a piece.
Isn't it bad to be embarrassed?
I thought it would grow back.
How about I scoop a few spoonfuls?
Do you want to make it with a spoon and put it there?
I can drink it, put it in the cabin and drink it slowly, and then it will glow all over.
Wait, wait, wait I have never seen a fairy hand out moon cakes when the moon goes up the mountain at noon.
My mother was alone at home, so I didn't raise pigs. I put a bucket of fertilizer hoes and sweet potatoes and taro potatoes in the shed. Don't wait until spring, when the big potatoes hanging on the pillow beams spit out buds, green or pink, yellow or white, like the starry sky in the yard. It's warm, Bud sticks out her tongue, and it rains a few times. Bud goes under the rafters, trying to uncover the glass brick and go up to the roof to see the moon. There is fine fluff and wind at this time of the month, so it can't be cleaned. I don't think she picks popcorn this season, and the rice fields in the sky are green.
The eaves were uneven the year before last, like the teeth of an old woman. Open the old door, the rafters on the roof are half rotten. Lift your head and go straight to the sky. The fern root system on the beam is developed; Raindrops are printed on the wall with fine wrinkles; The moss at the foot of the wall is young. There is a moon at night, and I pushed open the door and stood quietly inside. The moonlight accumulated on the roof for twenty years dripped from the beams and pressed on my heels.
Squatters will eventually be flat. At that time, I would ride a horse, pick up popcorn and go to see the red moon beside the autumn water.