As night falls, the square dance in the city has also entered the climax of hot dance. From the Red Star Bridge to the Star Plaza, from the place where there are lights. In the colorful square, you can see that most of the dancers are over 60 years old. Their dancing is not inferior at all, not dull at all, but elegant and heroic. Their dance steps are leisurely and elegant, and their movements are gentle and graceful. Some of them hold hands and spread their wings like eagles, which makes people applaud and stay back and forth. I can't dance, but passionate music and touching songs follow, dancing clumsily with the rhythm of music. Suddenly, a stream of water gushed into the sky from the ground, like a golden dragon was born. I know that the fountain starts from the square. Look at the crystal clear water splashed by the fountain, just like a girl dancing in the air, just like a colorful rainbow, just like the seven fairies spreading flowers. Thin water mist floated on her head and body, feeling very comfortable. Many naughty children ran into the fountain, singing and dancing. They are so happy that their clothes are wet, but they still feel nothing. They are still at large in the mist of the fountain.
The night wind in summer is still blowing on people, and it doesn't seem to cool down. I walked out of the dance in the Plaza of Stars and the water mist in the fountain, stepped on the curved moon, walked under the shining street lights, and unconsciously came to the gymnasium swimming pool. The temperature of summer night stirs up layers of waves on the mirror-like flat water. Oh, many adults take their children to swim in the swimming pool. Some swim by themselves, some are led by their fathers, and some climb upstream of the lifebuoy. Children who can swim are diving. They climbed up the platform from the swimming pool and jumped into the water one by one, making the surface of the swimming pool bloom with layers of silver foam, just like the flowers in spring bloom on the swimming pool. Children are like lively and lovely ducklings swimming freely in the swimming pool. They have so many tricks! Some are swimming butterflies; Some are breaststroke; Others are swimming backstroke! They are laughing, crying and shouting in the water. Seeing the happy faces of these children, I seem to have returned to my childhood. When I was a child, my mother was a primary school teacher and taught in rural primary schools. My sister, brother and sister followed me to study in the countryside. In summer, children like me in the village spend all day in the pond, swimming in the pond and having water fights in the pond. I am very envious and look forward to sharing the happiness of my friends playing in the pond. My mother is very strict and doesn't allow me to play in ponds and streams. Whenever friends are playing and swimming in the pond, I will stand by and sigh. Sometimes, I will take advantage of my mother's absence to soak in a shallow pond with my friends. At that time, there was no lifebuoy, so I learned to swim with the big stones in the pond. Sometimes I put my long oranges in the pond as swimming equipment. My front hand is propped on the bench, and my back foot is plopping with water, like a diesel sailboat in a pond, making a rumbling sound. The water in the pond slipped from all sides, fell into the pond and turned up waves. After spending a long time in the pond, I learned to swim. Since then, my mother has never stopped me from taking a bath in the pond or river.
The night is beautiful and I miss home. With this mood, I continued my night trip. At this time, the earth also cooled down. I want to stay away from this noisy, busy and endless city and let my thoughts calm down. The sky in the suburbs is hazy. Her night is not as bright as the city and has no aura of the city. Only the curved moon hanging in the sky shows its light. I looked up at the curved moon, as if I was walking, and I felt it would go. I stop my step on the ground, and it won't move in the distant sky. Before the 15th National Congress, there was a curved moon, like a golden sickle embedded in the party flag. Let us always be as bright as moonlight, like a curved boat docked in the harbor of the sea, let us always have the warmth and gentleness of home. The semicircle of the moon is elegant, gentle and generous. Through its bright eyes, moving eyebrows and bright smile, it looks like a slim fairy on high, as transparent as a thin veil, especially charming and proud. When recalling the past, the night in the suburbs is quieter than the night in the city. The twinkling stars in the sky are particularly high on this empty night. The hut covered with water mist in front of me is silent and immersed in dreamlike peace. On the delicate grass leaves on both sides of the road, the condensed silver dew glistened in the moonlight, blinking watery eyes like a green bed on the roadside. A breeze blew on my face and I felt a little cold. The cool wind blows across my face, just like my little granddaughter kisses my face. In the grass, many insects are asleep, and only the grasshopper is singing clear songs with its loud voice. Fireflies on the hillside decorate the sky bit by bit, and a grand dance is being held among the flowers. It is like a small blue light flying around in the crowd, just like the scattered stars in the sky. Twinkling sparks in the fields, on the roadside, clusters. The cicada in the tree is still singing that touching song in a low voice. In the distance and nearby, there are large unknown dark green trees, just like green patriotic soldiers, defending their homes. I stood in this beautiful scenery, breathing fresh air and listening to crickets singing their own songs in the grass. I took a deep breath. Nights in suburbs are quieter and more comfortable than those in cities, and clearer and more vivid than those in cities.
I walked aimlessly on the ridge in the suburbs. There are no clouds in the night sky, only the curved moon is still shining and the stars are still shining. There is a green shadow not far ahead, which gives off a faint green light against the moonlight. I hurried over. Oh, that's a pond full of lotus flowers. The pond is not very big, about 100 square meter, and it is oval. In the oval lotus pond, the lotus leaf stands high on the water, graceful as a girl, its stem is high, just like a tall girl dancing with pink flowers, hovering in the ups and downs, blue waves rippling, and the oval green leaves, like handfuls of green umbrellas, fully support the green pond and cover it tightly. The blooming flowers are red, white and pink. Lotus flowers are displayed for everyone to watch, like a beautiful disk, like a dazzling sun, and like a moon cake on August 15th. In the bud, its top is red, just like handfuls of red torches, like red peaches, like red lanterns, reflecting the lotus pond full of pools red and bright. The pond is also very interesting. The little fish sleeps there motionless, but bubbles are still blowing in its mouth, just like bubbles blown by children playing with their skin with soapy water, and also like bubbles blown by divers in the deep sea. Lotus quietly looked at the fish in the pond and smiled shyly. The performance is really interesting. The frog put on a green tuxedo, jumped on the lotus leaf and croaked and serenaded. Tonight, I enjoy the beauty, fragrance and drunkenness of the night alone. This night, this month, like a glass of red wine, has drunk my heart, like a cool breeze, the moonlight moved west. I still can't bear to leave
Zuo (net name: simple singing is fun), a member of Huaihua Writers Association, and a special writer of full moon literature. He has published articles in China Flowers, Selected Writers, China Literature and Art, Homeland Literature, Moon Watching Literature, Travel Prose, Xuefeng Culture and Huaihua Literature. The main works are: talking about banana trees in Hainan, watching the sea, wandering by streams, bending willows, warmth and other essays.