I will never forget the sunny day of the Mid-Autumn Festival with a full moon on the 15th day of the eighth lunar month of that year. A large number of power plant maintenance workers and I stayed away from our hometown and lived in a remote area of ??Hebei Province. Our team of workers is a team that takes charge of projects. Worked for a large local power plant to repair steam turbine disassembly and installation. Due to the tight schedule and heavy tasks. We started working at 7 a.m. every day and worked until 9:30 p.m. before finishing the work on site. Lunch, lunch and dinner are always eaten at the maintenance site. The heavy physical labor made everyone sweat profusely, and it was rare to breathe a sigh of relief. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the project manager, whom we call Zhou Papi, showed some mercy and allowed us to finish work an hour early. I remember that at 8:30 that night, we finished work and walked on the road leading back to the apartment. The moon was round and hanging in the sky, but the moonlight was a little dim. As I walked along, I couldn't help but think of the lonely poem "raising a glass to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow of three people". It was hard for everyone to cheer up, their muscles and bones seemed to be falling apart, and they really wanted to fall asleep as soon as they returned to the apartment. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a song sung from a microphone filled the night sky. It was a soprano who was singing Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. A group of us were wondering about the source of the singing. Someone passing by explained to us that there was a show tonight, which was organized by the local power plant to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. In addition to the company's own employees, the performance team also invited some professional singers, orchestras, dance teams, magic performances, etc., forming an economical comprehensive performance on the same stage. We thought at that time, on this starry night with a full moon, although we couldn’t reunite with our family members who were thousands of miles away, wouldn’t it be very pleasant if we could watch a high-quality stage show in a different place? Thinking of this, everyone changed from walking to running, running and bumping all the way towards the dimly lit scene.
The light stage is getting closer and closer! Finally I could see the outline clearly. In the empty and lonely dark area, there is a unique and lively "holy place". Under the stage, there was an audience seat that looked blurry. Hundreds of fluorescent sticks dance in the dark night with the autumn wind. The audience is employees from the company, their families, and local residents. We rushed to the stage and stood in a corner to watch. At this time, the song Qinghai-Tibet Plateau had just been sung, and the host of the program came on stage to announce the next performance - a saxophone music. After the announcement, the host exited, and a young and beautiful lady walked out from behind the stage. Wearing a long blue gauze dress, she walked to the center of the stage with grace and grace like a fairy. In his hand was a bright long-handled instrument, which must be the famous saxophone. She smiled and bowed politely to the audience, and then she held the pipe in her hands and began to play with joy in her mouth. ah! It's that homecoming tune. Elegant, clear and touching. Suddenly, in the empty square, apart from the wind and grass, only the melodious sound of the saxophone echoed in the night sky. Under the dim moonlight, as the music rose gracefully into the sky, the densely flashing fluorescent sticks also swung forward and back with the melodious music. Hearing Jun Sak's words tonight is like listening to fairy music, and my ears are temporarily bright. In my mind, I seem to see clear springs in the mountains, gurgling and flowing. I feel like I can smell the green fields and the fragrance of grass and flowers. I feel like I am standing in the fields, looking at the farmers finishing their work in the distance, accompanied by the setting sun, driving their cattle, towards the Walking to our courtyard...
At this time, someone carried a bag of mooncakes and gave each of us a piece of mooncake in the moonlight. We just stood there, listening to the wind music and Under the shining silver moonlight, accompanied by the melodious music, I started chewing... Unknowingly, the music stopped, applause burst out in the dark night, and the glow sticks were waved frequently for a long time.
The lingering sound of the saxophone seems to be lingering in my ears...