Every Mid-Autumn Festival, it will sprout.
"The moon in foreign countries is indeed rounder than that in China!"
This is actually a simple fact. I have compared the moon I saw on the guava tree when I was a child, the moon I saw on the dam of Hedi Reservoir when I was a child, the moon I saw on the lawn in front of the literature and history building of East China Normal University in the first semester of college, and the moon I saw driving my daughter to the old classmate's house in Hongwei Village, Wangji Town, the western suburbs late at night. I really have to admit that they are not as round as I saw in Bohe village in Lane, a suburb of Cologne.
Not only is it rounder, bigger, lighter and cleaner.
It's so touching. It's as light as a balloon. I'm afraid it will float when I touch it.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival of 200 1, I spent it alone in Bohe Village, Lane, a suburb of Cologne. With the huge and beautiful foreign moon, at this time, I really didn't expect moon cakes and Chang 'e, and I didn't expect Da Yi, WU GANG, Toad, Queen Mother of the West and Zhu. Strangely, different cultures, different impulses, different imaginations and memories. The western moon does not have these characters. In their culture, the moon is very different from ours. Perhaps, only the "tree of cosmic energy" that is always cut down has brought a little imagination to China and the West.
I only think of my wife and daughter who have just returned to China, knowing that they will soon return to crazy busyness from a very leisurely holiday. And I am alone in the vast German countryside, in the villa of "Burr's cabin" composed of four buildings, which seems too leisurely. Embarrassed, I hurried into the room, turned on the laptop in the middle study on the second floor, and began to write an article "The Moon has a power to tear you apart"-the name comes from Calvino's novel "Wonders of the Universe". The article describes what our family of three saw and felt when they went shopping in Kruchao town the night before returning home. I was a little disappointed that night. In the afternoon, we climbed the hill and went shopping in the supermarket in Kruchao Town. My daughter ate an ice cream by the way.
I bought good things, carried a few bottles of wine on my back, and climbed over the hill. It was already ten o'clock at night. However, it is not dark yet. The mountains were originally planted with wheat and have been harvested, leaving only wheat fields, which are endless. When they first arrived, the wheat was still green and a little yellow. After more than a month, it has matured and can be harvested. Moreover, when harvesting, we were not here, but wandering around Luxembourg, Belgium and the Netherlands.
When I went, the wheat drooped, and when I came back, the wheat fields were wide, and the packed wheat stalks were piled up in the fields with a sense of picture, which was very suitable for lyric.
But I didn't confess, just three people walked quietly through the hills.
The night is very low, Tianhe is flashing, and there is silence everywhere.
The daughter exclaimed softly, "Dad, is that the Milky Way?"
"Of course." I nodded.
Children in big cities have never seen the Milky Way so clearly, and my daughter is a little excited. My knowledge of the starry sky is relatively thin and I don't know much. Looking at the "starry sky" that China likes to talk about in his books, I feel excited about the blind bear breaking corn. I just look at this pile and that pile, and I'm completely busy. I don't know which is which, but I just found that the Big Dipper is right. I can understand it at a glance when I write it in the sky-because it is so vivid.
However, the beauty of the world is nothing more than a family of three walking quietly in the mountains. I wish there was a bottle opener at this time. It's just a fly in the ointment, otherwise we can open the beer and drink while walking.
In the outer suburbs of Cologne, these undulating low hills are organically integrated with grasslands, wheat fields and forests for humanistic reasons. Country cottages are beautiful villas, which are really a change of scenery and beautiful. Whether it's day or night, walking through here feels like a dream. At that time, the thought of leaving here soon made me sad.
I have a photo of my favorite head, which was taken by my wife when she was walking through the wheat field during the day with a Panasonic camera. The background is blue sky and white clouds, and the wheat fields nearby are clear. I don't need a SLR at all I don't need any clever composition or retouching. Just take a snapshot and I'll be there.
The Mid-Autumn Festival was coming that year, and my wife and daughter had to go back to China first. My wife's university is about to start, and my daughter has just entered junior high school. My visit will not end until the end of 10. So, they went back to China first, and I continued to stay alone in Burr's cabin. In this way, I am alone, enjoying this full moon in that isolated German village.
This month is too round, too big, too full, and I can't find suitable sentences to express my feelings from China's classical poems.
China's classical poems are too lyrical, too philosophical, too life-oriented, too emotional and too pathetic.
Month, 4.6 billion years, near or far, seeing and not seeing, has existed since ancient times.
"Who sees the first sight of the moon by the river, Jiang Yuezhao at the beginning of the year."
Oh, "before me, where were those lost times?" Behind me, where are the future generations? ! "
"When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight? "
Indeed, I think too much.
Who built the moon? Western culture seems to feel less about the moon than we do. What I like most is their scientific exploration of the moon, including NASA's lunar exploration plan, "What's on the back of the moon", and why the moon hangs so accurately and exquisitely above the earth? Why is the diameter of the sun 400 times that of the moon, and the distance from the moon to the earth is exactly a quarter of the distance from the sun to the earth? Why is such a subtle distance formed, which leads to the illusion that the sun and the moon are almost far and near and the same size when looking up at the sky on the earth? The inclination angle of the earth is 23 degrees and 5 degrees, which is one of the most important conditions for the earth to have four distinct seasons and breed all kinds of life. Is this amazing mysterious tendency stabilized by the role of the moon? Many of these are based on scientific thinking, not humanistic thinking.
The giant in the sky, the first is the sun, and the second is the moon, which plays a decisive role in life on earth. Without these two kings, nothing can be done.
There are too many secrets about the moon. For example, why is the moon always facing the earth? What's the secret behind the moon? Is the moon the secret base of intelligent aliens? I like arthur clarke's imagination in "200 1 A Space Odyssey" very much: the intelligent civilization in the center of the Milky Way set up a black monument on the back of the moon. This monument is made of special materials, which is extremely smooth and tight, and it is impossible to drill and learn the secret. However, once human beings master the ability to fly in the universe and touch this monument on the back of the moon, it will inspire a special signal and send it to a satellite of Jupiter, so that the extraterrestrial intelligent life who came to the earth in Archaean to "sow civilization" can know the evolution degree of life on earth.
This kind of imagination is huge and interesting, and I always remember it clearly.
NASA's lunar exploration program failed. It is said that NASA scientists remotely controlled the rocket to hit the moon and deliberately hit the surface of the moon, and discovered the secret that the moon is hollow. This is also a leisurely statement.
But anyway, the moon I saw in Germany was too big, almost unlike human beings, which made me feel ashamed.
Later, I was embarrassed to say that I was afraid that what I said was not objective enough and that I was distorted by ulterior motives. As a result, a knot is formed, which becomes a secret and keeps growing in the body.
I have been afraid to tell this secret for fear of being despised by patriots.
After all, no matter how big the moon is, it doesn't belong to my home. I might as well be open-minded and enjoy myself. It seems that being besieged is not worth the loss to tell the truth. Let them argue. I'd better watch the moon secretly and eat my moon cakes openly. But the fact that I saw with my own eyes and experienced the bigger and rounder moon cannot be said to be untrue. Indeed, the moon abroad is big and round, almost within reach, and it will break when touched. At that time, I used a 3.2 megapixel Nokia E7 1 mobile phone, which was very fashionable, but obviously I couldn't shoot a full moon.
I am a little excited, itchy, at a loss, wandering around, unable to express my feelings. The problem is that when the moon rises, I can't share it with my wife and daughter who are officially thousands of miles away while they are sleeping. In the villa of Burr's cabin, I first walked around three century-old cherry trees, then sat on a big stone and thought about it, and then looked at the moon in an empty place.
The full moon is very big, deep and light, transparent and mysterious, hanging in the corner of the villa.
In order to entertain our family of three, Ms. Sigrun, the head of the cabin organization, specially vacated the main villa, bought two new mattresses, two new sheets, two new pillows and other corresponding new supplies from IKEA, and loaded a car full of them from Cologne. These are all bought with the money from Burr's cabin. I'm touched that Sigrun is so considerate. Then, Sigrun drove me to Dusseldorf airport to pick up my wife and daughter together. I really owe her a lot, running back and forth all day. The name Sigrun is difficult to pronounce. I can't pronounce it correctly yet, but I can probably distinguish the syllables unique to my ears. S is voiced and GR is polyphonic, which sounds a bit like the "knot stick" in Shanghai dialect. However, it is disrespectful to say "knot sticks" like that, so I never say that. Sigrun taught me the pronunciation of words seriously and finally "gave up treatment".
Siguron is about forty years old. He is of Hungarian descent. He is tall, with long legs, deep eyes and a high nose. He is as efficient and sincere as a German. She is one of my most familiar friends in Germany, and I still think of her often now. It's a pity that she doesn't understand the ancient poem "It's beautiful thousands of miles away", otherwise she can write my feelings as "the bright moon thousands of miles away".
But I am a forgetful person, and I am moved by it. After that, it is over. I often think about how to repay her, but China and Germany are separated from Wan Li, and there is no return.
Over the years, I often plan to drive to the depths of Taihu Lake with my wife during the Mid-Autumn Festival to see the moon. Suppose at that time, the full moon was high, the sky was cold and clear, no one was seen, chickens and dogs didn't smell it, and there was a deep sense of loneliness, like cicada slough, so I stood by the Taihu Lake and looked at the infinity of the universe. At that time, I would recite Zhang's Moonlit Night on the Spring River and Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Wunong soft language. Or, simply don't make any noise and enjoy this loneliness.
Great, lonely! Wonderful, lonely!
But the plan was always stillborn, and I was about to go out several times. I felt very tired and gave up.
When I was a child, I liked to create loneliness with a few girlfriends. They think it is difficult for a person to survive without loneliness, especially it is impossible to write without loneliness. So, in any case, we must create loneliness. A few girlfriends together, a few bottles of beer together, a few guitars together, in this way, began to put on airs loneliness.
Xin Qiji said in "Noun": "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow. They fall in love with the building, and they say that sorrow adds new words." That's probably what it means.
Later work, all kinds of burdens and busyness, the affectation of life, love, and the deliberate creation of loneliness became more and more indifferent.
There is a full moon in my heart, which can't germinate anyway.
However, every Mid-Autumn Festival is a failure for me. I haven't seen the moon in Shanghai for many years. Sometimes the fog is too heavy, sometimes it rains, sometimes it is cloudy. In short, there are few days when the autumn is crisp and the moon is drunk.
When our daughter was still in kindergarten, we were really impulsive. We ate and packed, and our hearts were ready to move, so we winked at our wife and drove out immediately. Where are you going? Shanghai is so big that there is nowhere to go.
Driving, I went to Beizhaijiwang Town, went to Hongwei Village and went to the farmhouse of my old classmates.
He opened the door and said in surprise, "It's really the monk knocking at the door."
We all laughed. I didn't think there was any problem.
It was also cloudy that day. I was drinking tea and chatting on the balcony on the second floor of his house. Gradually, the clouds cleared and the sky was clear.
Everyone is very happy and feels just right, daughter, already in the chair, sleeping sweetly.
1Wednesday, October 4th