Chapter 1: Looking at the full moon and homesick
Another full moon rose to the sky, and looking up at the moon reminded me of my homesickness. People are thousands of miles away, sitting alone by the bridge, surrounded by loneliness and silence, only thoughts surging. Although I look at all the lights around me, I feel hazy. I want to make a phone call, but I don't know how to start from scratch.
Tears have fallen, eyes are hazy, and the lights are blurred like fireflies. The days away from home are like fog, rain and wind. Time and everything are done according to the setting, and it is impossible to follow your own wishes. No matter whether you are bitter or tired, you should do it wholeheartedly. How can I be as free as at home, with the care of my family and the care of my classmates and friends?
Moonlight shines on my face through the clouds, as gentle as my mother's eyes, thinking of my mother's face that has become old because of life, and her posture that has become no longer tall and straight because of the hard work of life. When my mother was young, she was a famous standard beauty in Shiliba Village. In order to provide education for her younger brothers and sisters, she showed her old age prematurely, turned white early, and wrinkles left traces of years on her face.
Looking at the moonlight and thinking about my mother, when I encounter insurmountable difficulties in my work and life, it is my mother's strong spirit that supports me, inspiring me to persevere and face all kinds of difficulties stubbornly, thinking about my mother's exhortation in my ear, being patient first, doing things diligently, doing bad things and working diligently can be recognized. Simple words tell the truth. I keep my mother's words firmly in my heart and become my motto in doing things.
Looking at the moonlight and thinking about my mother's inculcation, I can't help secretly feeling sad. My mother expects me to be a successful person, and I also expect me to excel in my career. There is a saying that "people don't suffer all their lives, but they always suffer for a while". My mother really suffered for most of her life. She bought the perfect life for my brother and me today with her own efforts. I take my mother's teaching seriously.
Looking at the moonlight from the round moon, like my mother's expectant eyes, my mother is concerned for thousands of miles. Every time I enter the house, I see my mother's beaming smile, and when I leave home, I see your lost expression. I can still remember it clearly now. When I talked to you about my work achievements, honors and praise from my leaders, your pride was deeply imprinted in my heart. Your expectation and encouragement are my motivation, no matter how much I do in the future.
The moon is covered by a cloud, but the moonlight still shines through the thick cracks in the clouds, just like my mother's strong will. I miss my mother, doesn't she miss me more? My mother misses her children all the time, but she doesn't stop working because of missing them. She just sits there and doesn't work because of missing them, and I can't waste my time and live up to my mother's good intentions and expectations because of missing them.
Clouds covered by moonlight have dispersed, and the bright moonlight shines on the vast land, just like the kind face of mother, warm as the selfless love of mother. At this time, my heart was much stronger. I shouted to the moon, Mom, I won't let you down. I will work hard and get honor. I have nothing to repay you for your kindness in raising and training me to be a talent. I can only win you an honor that makes you proud.
Chapter 2: Looking at the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
On the night of the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, the sky is like a black curtain! The red moon in the sky, sitting low among the trees in the forest, gradually rose to silver, reflecting the silver of this black night. Cicadas are singing all the time, near or far, as if chatting with each other, although I can't understand them. This is a three-dimensional tree, but it has become a silhouette, just like a New Year picture. I wonder if the inspiration for New Year pictures comes from this? ! Although this guess is just my wishful thinking, I still think it makes sense.
Sit on the stone bench in front of the stone table in the courtyard and write letters to the moon, so that Hongyan and pigeons can send them to her and give her letters to me. Just to comfort her lonely heart and give herself a reason not to be lonely. Make a moon cake for her by hand. Although I know it may taste bad, it's my heart. I want to share with her the beautiful moon I saw, and the smell of mixed soil and grass.
I saved the poems of Cangyang Jiacuo, Li Yu and Nalan Rong Ruo in my mobile phone. On such a sad night with some cool poems, listening to their poems really tells the mood at this time. In line with the mood of the night, their poems also tell my inner feelings at this moment. I'd also like to invite them to this table for a sake. I just want to hear their inner voices. In fact, they can only smile or bow their heads, or look up at the moon in the sky, speechless. They are sad teachers in my heart and have taught me to enjoy this loneliness.
How does Cangyang Jiacuo recall his first love as a teenager? The body itself is very weak, and Nalan Rong Ruo, who is sad and sick for his wife, misses his wife. ! How bitter and helpless it was for the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty to die after the Great Week and be insulted by the then Emperor of the Song Dynasty. They all live a golden life, but they have endless bitterness. They all hate the luxurious life brought by this endless power. This kind of life brings them only endless sadness, and they can't be with their loved ones.
Reality has shattered their dream of yearning for rivers and lakes, and they can only make up their own rivers and lakes in their own poems. Each of them will look up at the moon in the sky, and they all have their own Chang 'e. ......
In fact, for China people, everyone has their own moon and Chang 'e. Or beautiful, or slightly sad, but always can not escape a feeling of reunion, reunion with friends, reunion with lovers, reunion with relatives. What I expected most didn't come true, it was a touch of sadness, and what I expected was extremely beautiful.
There is a bright moon every year, asking the sky who I was in my last life. Where are my corresponding stars in the sky? ! I think I am the smallest and darkest star. ......
Chapter 3: Homesickness in the moonlight.
The phoenix tree is old, and a leaf floats by, confusing the fireworks in the half autumn. The shadow of geese has gone, the cicada has stopped singing, and the color of Phoenix Mountain has declined. In the bright moonlight, only the local accent of autumn insects has not changed. Every night, I can't stop singing. The small building has a secluded window, wandering alone, the moon shadow is getting round, and it has gradually entered the late autumn.
How difficult it is to sleep at night alone in a foreign land. Standing in the small window, I watched a round of ice rising from the vault, still holding the fog left by dusk. Sometimes a wisp of smoke is like yarn, and a touch of hazy moonlight is like milk; Sometimes, I am as lonely as a pen and paint a picturesque moon shadow.
A ray of moonlight brushed the gables and leaned against the small building, reflecting a curtain of bamboo shadows and shining scales. Thick moonlight is like thick tea, just like thick rural rhyme.
Looking at the moon by leaning against the building, this small window in a foreign land is very similar to the moon shadow in my hometown at that time, but the moonlight in this foreign land is colder and less warm than the moon color in my hometown-as warm as my mother's arms.
The warm moonlight in my hometown warms the bluestone tablets in the alley, so the children in my hometown always like to sit in the alley and listen to my mother's story about Na Yue. The warm moonlight in my hometown warms the clear spring of the ancient well, so children in my hometown always like to drink thick porridge cooked by my mother. The warm moonlight in my hometown warms my mother's arms, so the children in my hometown are always inseparable from the tenderness there ... The warm moonlight in my hometown is far from my hometown, and the coldness in front of the window breaks my heart.
I can't bear to see the moonlight in this foreign land, close my eyes, lean against the small window and lean against the floor to listen to the moon, as if listening to a shallow song. There is the murmur of small bridges and flowing water in my hometown, the ticking of drizzle in my hometown at dusk, the bursts of laughter when children fight, and the voice of my mother calling in the smoke. The notes of my hometown whisper in my ear over and over again, and the moonlight is like a shallow song. Can my hometown still be normal?
The longer it grows, the bigger it floats away. I've walked through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, and I've seen clouds around me. Even in the evening after the rain, the moonlight in my hometown is not the most beautiful.
Wearing sweet-scented osmanthus is like snow, and the moonlight on one shoulder is like frost. Reach out of the window, touch the moonlight, close your fingers, and don't let this thick rural rhyme flow away.
"The color of the moon in my hometown shines in the alley of my hometown when I was a child. Under the mud walls on both sides, autumn insects can't stop the euphemistic accent and accompany you to the end of that long, long alley, where there is always a window that stays out all night. Under the most familiar door, a couple is looking at each other from a distance, and their hair is as white as moonlight. " This should be every vagrant's dream. ...
The moon leans against the small building, and people look for it from the small window.
The moon shadow has a local rhyme, but there is no local accent.
The west wind doesn't know how to hate, and it has destroyed the old and never returned.
The bright moon is like a solution, thousands of miles away.