"Moonlight Enlightenment" was originally called "Moonlight Mother". It is a touching prose written by the poet Sun Youtian. The article is about my mother losing her memory after getting sick, but I recalled my mother's childhood. Sing me songs, tell stories, guess riddles and other simple enlightenment teachings. It expresses my mother's deep and simple love for me and my deep gratitude to my mother.
Moonlight Enlightenment
My mother suffered from Alzheimer's disease and lost her memory. When I rushed back to my hometown to see her, she was sitting peacefully in a wicker chair, still so kind and kind, but she didn’t know where I came from, what I was doing, or even who I was. No longer talking about her past, no longer talking about my childhood, she just smiled at me, making me burst into tears.
The breeze ruffled my mother’s white hair, just like the sky in my hometown filled with sadness...
The mother sitting in front of me had forgotten the love she gave me. But the sky in my hometown will never forget: it was my mother's hard-working hands that opened the treasure house of folk literature for me and brought me the rich poetry of the moonlit night.
The summer nights of childhood are always wonderful. The heat of summer has dissipated, the stars have come out, the moon has risen, and the soft moonlight immediately filled our small fenced courtyard. This is the most beautiful moment in the eyes of children. After my mother finished her day's work, she took a shower and changed into a white cloth gown. She hugged me next to the haystack in the courtyard and sang a beautiful song:
"The moon comes out brightly, open the building The clothes were washed outside, and they were white and crispy in the sun. "
"The moon is as curved as a boat. It took my wife to Yunnan, flying thousands of miles, and the phoenix fell on the sycamore tree. Phoenix Phoenix shook his head and built the east and west towers first, and then the south tower to block the sun. She sang to me affectionately in a sweet voice, softly like the breeze in March. , the flowing water of the creek. The small courtyard was immediately filled with her fragrant music.
At that time, although we lived in poverty, our spiritual life was rich. The old path left by the Yellow River to my hometown does not grow grains, but it grows wildly with songs. My mother is very talented and knows how to listen. In addition, my grandmother is an expert in singing folk songs, and my father is a folk artist who sings "Lotus Blossoms" (also called "Shu Lai Bao"). My mother dissolved the love given by her hometown and loved ones into great maternal love, and gave it to me with the moonlight, which suddenly opened up my chaotic childlike heart.
When my mother got tired of singing, she would tell me the story of Chang'e flying to the moon, and the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting each other in the Milky Way... The unpredictable night sky turned out to be a mythical world. At this time, the bright moon has reached its zenith, and my mother is immersed in the watery moonlight, like a jade statue. She sang a humorous nursery rhyme for me again, which brought my thoughts from heaven to earth: "Little Red Boy, go up to Nanshan, cut thorn grass, weave foil baskets, sift rice, and make dry rice. The puppies eat, the kittens eat Look, the mouse is so anxious that he is chewing on the edge of the pot. "
"Little mouse, go up to the lampstand and steal the oil to drink, but you can't get down - mouse, don't worry, I'll get a civet cat to comfort you."
< p> "The baby cries and lives in a tiled house. The baby laughs and rides in a sedan chair. The baby wakes up and eats pancakes. The baby sleeps under a flower quilt. The baby walks and calls the dog, and the dog sticks out its tongue."After singing folk songs and nursery rhymes, I still didn’t want to sleep, so I pestered her to tell me riddles and let me guess. Mother said: "Listen carefully: a hemp house, a red tent, and a fat white man sleeping inside - what is it?"
I asked: "Where to guess?"
Mother said : "Guess what I am eating." I tilted my head and thought for a while but couldn't figure it out. My mother smiled and said, "You are so stupid. These are the peanuts we planted."
My mother is illiterate, but she is my first teacher. It was my mother's hard-working hands that opened the treasure house of folk literature for me and brought me the rich poetry of the moonlit night. Let the bright moon and stars accompany my childhood, and inspire my imagination with wisdom and talent. The bright, smooth, implicit and funny folk songs she sang under the moonlight made me spread the wings of my imagination and fly to the kingdom of poetry.
My mother lost her memory, but I will always cherish the bright moon in my heart... Appreciation of Works
"Moonlight Enlightenment" was originally called "Moonlight Mother" and was written by the poet Sun Youtian A touching prose, the article was revised when it was selected for inclusion in the textbook. The poet's mother was illiterate, but she was talented and could speak and sing. In the poet's childhood, in that era of material poverty, under the moonlight of the summer night, her love for her children made her forget the hard work of the day. Sing and tell stories to children, folk songs and ballads nourish their hearts, allowing them to take wings of imagination and fly to the kingdom of poetry. It can be said that Sun Youtian's becoming a poet is inseparable from his mother's intelligence and the love given by his mother. It was such a mother who suffered from Alzheimer's disease in her later years. This ruthless fact made the poet feel sad and opened the floodgates of memory. The memories of the sweet past of childhood bring out the pain of the poet in reality. When selecting teaching materials for the article, the relevant background of the poet's mother being ill was deleted, but what flows in the article is still the deep love given by the mother to the poet, and the poet's deep gratitude to his mother. Sun Youtian
Sun Youtian, Han nationality, member of the Communist Party of China. Born on December 15, 1937 in Huangkou Town, Xiao County, Anhui Province. Graduated from Huainan Coal Mine School in 1957, majoring in Mining Mechanical and Electrical Engineering.
He has successively served as a technician at Jiawang Coal Mine in Xuzhou, Jiangsu Province, a professional creative writer at Jiangsu Provincial Bureau of Culture, leader and editorial board member of the poetry group of "Yuhua" magazine, and chief editor of "Yangtze River" poetry magazine. Professional writer of Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association, first-level literary creation. Director of the Poetry Working Committee of the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association, enjoying special government subsidies. He began publishing works in 1954 and joined the Chinese Writers Association in 1959.