How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moon. Everyone likes the moonlight in his hometown. That's probably what happened.
However, if there is only one moon alone, it seems a bit lonely. Therefore, in China's ancient poems, the moon always has something as a foil, mostly mountains and water, such as "the mountain is high and the moon is small" and "the moon is printed on three pools".
My hometown is on the great plain in northwest Shandong. I never saw a mountain when I was a child. What is Fuchiyama? I once imagined that the mountain was probably a round and thick pillar, standing tall and imposing. Later, when I arrived in Jinan and saw the mountain, I suddenly realized that the mountain was like this! So, I watch the moon in my hometown and never touch the mountains. Just like Su Dongpo said, "The moon rises in Dongshan and lingers among bullfights", which is completely beyond my imagination.
As for water, there is a lot of water in my hometown. Several small pits account for more than half of the village. In the eyes of a child like me, although it is not as magnificent as the "August Lake" in Dongting Lake, it is quite misty. In summer, after dusk, I lay on the ground near the pit in the yard and counted the stars in the sky. Sometimes it is much easier to light a bonfire under an ancient willow and then shake it on the tree to let cicadas fly down in groups than to stick it with chewed wheat grains during the day. I enjoy it every night and look forward to the early arrival of dusk every day.
Later, I went to the pit and looked up and saw a bright moon in the clear sky, which was bright and radiant, and complemented the moon in the water. Although I don't know what poetry is, I enjoy it and something is stirring in my heart. Sometimes I play by the pit for a long time before going home to sleep. I saw two moons stacked together in my dream. Clear light is more crystal clear. The next morning, I got up and went to the reeds beside the pit to pick up the eggs laid by ducks. I flashed in vain and put my hand into the water. When I touch them, it is an egg. At this time, I am happier.
I only stayed in my hometown for six years, and then I left my hometown and drifted around the world. I lived in Jinan for more than ten years, stayed in Beijing for four years, returned to Jinan for one year, then lived in Europe for eleven years and returned to Beijing. It has been more than ten years now. During this period, I have been to 30 countries in the world and seen many moons. I have seen the moon on the beautiful Lake Le Mans in Switzerland, on the endless and sandy African desert, on the blue sea and on the majestic mountains. These moons are wonderful, I like them very much. However, when I saw them, I immediately thought of the little moon above the reed pit in my hometown and in the water. In contrast, in any case, I feel that these big moons in the vast world can never compare with my beloved little moons. No matter how much Wan Li I left my hometown, my heart suddenly flew. My little moon, I will never forget you!
I am now nearly eighty years old and live in Longrun Garden Resort. To exaggerate, there are luxuriant forests and bamboos, green water flowing, and several earth mountains dotted among them. The scenery is undoubtedly wonderful. A few years ago, when I came back from Lushan, an old friend who was recuperating in Lushan came to see me. Seeing such a scenery, he said generously, "What are you doing in Lushan, where you live?" It can be seen that Longrun Garden is impressive. Because there are mountains, water, trees, flowers and birds here, every night, when the sky is full, the moonlight shines on the blue waves, reaching the sky from top to bottom, and the lotus flowers are fragrant in the distance, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is really a moon-watching resort. The wonders of moonlight in the lotus pond are right outside my window. No matter who comes here, can you still enjoy it regardless?
However, every time I value such beautiful scenery, I still think of the ordinary little moon in my hometown. Seeing homesickness on the moon has become a frequent experience for me. Nostalgia is a disease that can neither be described as pain nor happiness, including reminiscence, melancholy, nostalgia and regret. Time flies, and time will never come again. There is sweetness in bitterness.
How bright the moonlight is at home! When can I see the moonlight in my hometown again? I looked at the southern sky and my heart flew to my hometown.