The moon bends like a boat, taking my sisters to Yunnan, flying thousands of miles to Wan Li Road, and the phoenix falls on the phoenix tree. Phoenix Phoenix bobs its head, building a tile house first, and then building Gai Lou. Both the East Building and the West Building were built, and the South Building was shaded.
Little Red Boy, go to Nanshan, mow the grass in Cao Jing, weave foil baskets and sift rice for cooking. Dogs eat, kittens watch, and mice chew the edge of the pot.
Mouse, go up to the lampstand and steal oil to drink, but you can't get off-mouse, mouse, don't worry, hug a civet cat to coax you. "
Maowa cries, lives in a tile house, Maowa smiles and sits in a sedan chair. Maowa wakes up to eat pancakes. Maowa sleeps, covered with a floral quilt. Maowa called Huahou when she left, and Huahou stuck out her tongue.
the Enlightenment
sun youtian
Summer nights in childhood are always beautiful. The heat dissipated, the stars came out, the moon rose, and the soft moonlight immediately filled our fence yard. This is the most beautiful moment in the eyes of children. After a busy day's work, my mother took a bath, put on a white blouse, hugged me beside the haystack in the yard and sang beautiful songs:
"When the moon came out, it was bright. Open the stair door to wash clothes, which were white and crisp."
"The moon bends like a boat, taking my sisters to Yunnan, flying thousands of miles to Wan Li Road, and the phoenix falls on the phoenix tree. Phoenix Phoenix bobs its head, building a tile house first, and then building Gai Lou. The east building and the west building are all built, and the south building is covered with the sun. "
She sang for me with a sweet voice, gently, like a breeze in March, like the running water of a stream. The yard was immediately filled with her fragrant rhyme.
At that time, our life was poor, but our spiritual life was rich. The old road left by the Yellow River to my hometown is not a bumper harvest of grains, but a long song. Mom is very talented and listens quickly. In addition, my grandmother is an expert in singing folk songs, and my father is a folk artist who sings lotus drops. Mother gave me love for my hometown with moonlight, which made a chaotic childlike innocence suddenly enlightened.
When my mother was tired of singing, she told me the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and the meeting of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl Tianhe ... The unfathomable night sky turned out to be a mythical world. At this time, the moon has reached the zenith, and my mother is immersed in the moonlight like water, like a jade statue. She sang humorous nursery rhymes for me again, which led my thoughts from heaven to earth:
"Little red boy, go to Nanshan, cut Cao Jing, weave foil baskets, sieve rice, and do nothing. The puppy eats, the kitten looks, and the mouse is eager to lick the pot. "
"Little mouse, go up to the lampstand and steal oil to drink, but you can't come down-mouse mouse, don't worry, hug a civet cat to coax you."
"Maowa cries, lives in a tile house, Maowa smiles and sits in a sedan chair. Maowa wakes up to eat pancakes. Maowa sleeps, covered with a floral quilt. When Maowa left, he was called a flower monkey, and the flower monkey stretched out his tongue. "
Folk songs and nursery rhymes have been sung, but I still don't want to sleep, so I pestered her to tell me riddles and let me guess. Mother said, "Listen carefully: there is a white fat man sleeping in the hemp room with red curtains-what is it?"
I asked, "Where do you guess?"
Mother said, "Guess the food".
I cocked my head and thought for a while, but I couldn't get it off. Mom smiled and said, "You are so stupid. This is our peanut. "
My mother can't read, but she is my first teacher. It was my mother who opened the treasure house of folk literature for me with a pair of hard-working hands and brought me rich poetry on a moonlit night. She let the bright moon and starlight accompany my childhood and enlighten my imagination with wisdom and talent. The cheerful, smooth, implicit and funny folk songs she sang in the moonlight made me spread my imagination and fly to the kingdom of poetry.