It's a silver night. I stayed in a hotel by the Dongzhai River in Huang Du with some friends. Because of our happiness, everyone was drunk at dinner and went back to their rooms and fell asleep before ten o'clock. In the middle of the night, I woke up from my dream, opened my sleepy eyes and saw that the room was full of jade luster. It turns out that I didn't close the curtains, and the moonlight poured into the room from the window. This makes me very happy. I haven't enjoyed such moonlight for a long time. For many years, the living environment has been high-rise buildings, and the air is filled with vehicle exhaust and dust particles. It is difficult to enjoy such a wonderful moonlight except for the noise of traffic pouring into the window at night. At this point, the hidden color outside the window is silent. For a time, Sima Guang's poem "People wake up at the beginning of singing, and the moon is quiet in the deep courtyard" and Zhang Donghui's song "The sound of moonlight falling to the ground" haunted my mind. I just walked out of the hotel and bathed in the moonlight.
The moon is an angel at night, giving many creatures infinite tenderness. Can you hear the moonlight falling to the ground on the stone road? I walked from Touzhai to Zhai Wei, then from Zhai Wei to Panzhai, and then from Panzhai to Xinzhai. Take a stone road at a time. When you come to a place where there is no road, turn to another road. Not for anything else, just to listen to the sound of moonlight falling on the stone road.
The bright moon is embedded in the high sky like a silver plate. The sky is quiet and Zhan Ran, like a vast grassland. There are horses and sheep on the horizon, and they dare not disturb the beautiful dreams of the world, hiding in the clouds like sheep. No hoofbeats, no screams, quietly moving around the moon.
The moonlight is long and soft as water, and the faint smoke rises in the cold and beautiful night sky.
The noise of the day has already turned into mellow rice wine. The slumbering diaojiao building in Yin Hui planted this dream into that dream. Beautiful smile in the dream, whose gauze curtain is drunk?
I stepped on the figure cast on the stone road and let my body and mind bathe in the soft moonlight. Buildings and shadows cherish the moonlight in the quiet time and space. Moonlight blooms a happy smile at harvest time.
The moonlight casts a dreamy halo over Dong Village, and the stone road is like thin frost.
The patchwork buildings make the stone road form a unique meridian in the ups and downs. From this village to that village, from the eastern end of the village to the western end of the village, Satan, Drum Tower, ancestral hall and modern stage are connected into a post road from ancient times to the present. Village-to-village, household-to-household, and person-to-person, have become a node on meridians and post roads.
People who bathe in the soft moonlight on the stone road all the year round have nothing to do with their hearts. The stone road connecting Touzhai and Zhai Wei closely witnessed two neighbors quarreling and finally witnessed two neighbors shaking hands. Is it because both sides have to walk on the same stone road and bathe in the same beautiful moonlight, so that both sides can honestly bury the hatchet? Only moonlight and stone roads are the clearest. The cause of the incident is as simple as accidentally spraining the ankle: the cow of the old Ou family in Touzhai arched out of the cowshed in the middle of the night and chewed the rice seedlings on the roadside of the small Ou family for more than ten years. After the old Ou drove the cow back into the circle, he beat the bullwhip for a long time. The next day, Xiaoou found that the seedlings that were about to sprout were gnawed by cattle and wanted to find the owner's house to settle the claim. As a result, no one stood up and agreed. Two days later, Touzhai Laoou got up early in the morning and suddenly found that the fence in his garden had been knocked for a long time. He made an unannounced visit and wanted to talk to the client. As a result, no one stood up and agreed. Since then, both Xiao Ou and Lao Ou have avoided it, and the two families who are usually happy together suddenly become strangers. Sometimes, they will suddenly bump into each other, and their faces will be as embarrassed as ants. For many days, Lao Ou and Xiao Ou secretly felt sorry for each other. Only by trying to make up for your mistakes can you be practical and greet each other warmly and calmly.
One month high night, Xiao Ou got up quietly and walked into the harmonious moonlight. When he re-fenced the garden of Old Europe, it was almost dawn. At this time, he was so happy that he went home to sleep in the sun. At breakfast, Xiao Ou's wife scolded Xiao Ou with a straight face: Why are you so heartless? It's wrong for his cow to bite our seedlings without apologizing, but you can't move his seedlings to our fields. When Xiao Ou heard his wife's nagging, he muttered something in his heart and ran to the field without eating. When he saw that all the crops eaten by cattle had become good crops, he suddenly understood what was going on. Xiao Ou immediately walked quickly to Lao Ou's house, and there was no psychological need to escape. Seeing Xiao Ou's arrival, Lao Ou asked his wife to warm the wine, and he wanted to apologize to Xiao Ou seriously. During the dinner, Xiao Ou said excitedly that I should apologize to you. I shouldn't have knocked down the fence in your garden. Lao Ou said, it's my fault. My cow chewed your seedlings. Old Ou went on to say, forget the fence. It's crooked by itself. If you don't push it, it will fall down. Xiao ou tried to say something about tying the vegetable garden at night several times, but the words came to his mouth and he swallowed back. Xiao Ou said to Lao Ou: Was the moon round last night? Lao Ou replied: It is round, and the moonlight is as white as water. Say that finish, two people clink glasses and laugh, tears and wine, ran into their hearts.
The reconciliation between Xiao Ou and Lao Ou became a beautiful talk in Dong Zhai, the imperial capital.
My mood is still immersed in the aftertaste, but my figure is introduced into an ancient roadway by moonlight. In a corner, the "Euclid Ancestral Temple" in Touzhai is particularly quiet and solemn in the moonlight. The stone tablet in front of the ancestral hall tells the origin of Euclid's ancestors in Touzhai in the moonlight. According to historical records, most of the Dong people living around the slopes in Guangxi, Guizhou and Hunan moved from Taihe County, Ji 'an Prefecture, Jiangxi Province in the early Ming Dynasty. Dating back to the time when the king gave his surname, he touched the clothes of the Yellow Emperor and Yan Di along the blood vessels. Where are the Dong people from? Where does "Sa" come from? Where do I come from, and you? There is a saying that all living things are dust after all. A family 500 years ago became you, me and him 500 years later. A thousand years ago, we lived together, and a thousand years later, we lived far away.
Moonlight never separates us. Roads have always linked us together. Isn't it? Touzhai, Zhai Wei, Panzhai and Xinzhai are villages in form, but they are connected by stone roads and merged by moonlight. When people meet, the road is far away, the heart is near, people are separated, the road is near, and the heart is far away.
I am walking on the stone road, single in the moonlight, and I don't know what year it is tonight. At this time, hold your breath, stare at the bright moon shining on the ancients, atomize your body and mind in the faint moonlight smoke, and look for the fleeting time. As if, I heard the moonlight falling on the stone road, such as tidbits falling, like a rainbow reflecting the sky, intoxicating.
The morning star shines and the dawn is coming. The village of Dongcun, the imperial capital, is in the soft moonlight. Shiban road, recalling the farewell song of Dong Village for thousands of years.