Hometown in the moonlight

Having lived in the city for a long time, in order to feel the unique vitality of the countryside, after dinner, I plunged into the moonlight and walked slowly alone.

At this time, the clouds have already ghostly landed on the other side of the Milky way, a full moon golden, cities, villages, fields, rivers, including my hometown, are dressed in bright silver.

I don't know how far I have to go, but the long, slender figure carefully built by the moonlight leads the way for me, but I follow the shadow like a lost man.

Obviously, the shadow is very tired and walks very slowly. does the shadow have something on his mind? Are you also thinking about your future and career, the life of the elderly, the future of your children, and even your house and car? In fact, this lot of things, can not be tired?

Think about it, now people do not worry about food and clothing, living conditions are really good, but why do they still have to rush into Jiuzhou? I haven't been able to tell and I don't know.

The moonlight is clear and the ground is full of silver. Looking up at the bright moon in the sky and thinking about the legends of Wu Gang and Chang'e, I seem to travel through time and space and return to my happy childhood.

It is a quiet small mountain village where the villagers have lived for many years and live a simple and simple life. They grow grain without chemical fertilizers, vegetables without pesticides, draught without pollution, moonlight without time, and even people's hearts are clean. Even if you go out to work or visit a neighbor, the door doesn't need to be locked. At that time, although there was a lack of food and clothing, no one seemed to have any worries or worries. During the day, the villagers are busy all day, and the evening is more leisurely. Especially in the bright moonlight, next to the mill at the head of the village, and at the edge of the public arena where they had just been idle, the villagers shook pu fans in their hands, or drank tea, smoked or talked about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and spoke casually, not to mention intrigue. At that time, young people liked to play poker and chess by moonlight. In memory, it seems that it is the best entertainment. If anyone loses, put a small note on his face. Of course, there are also people who use foul language, or even yell at their father and scold their mother, but it is purely a need to "adjust" the atmosphere, no one cares about it, and no one is a red face. Occasionally, someone gave a loud roar at the top of his throat, which made the dog bark. We children are more simple, just running around behind the buttocks of adults. Cricket seemed to be taking part in the fun, repeating the same song, and the amusing frogs sang along, hypnotizing the swallows on the beam, muttering some vague somniloquy, and the whole village was full of joy and harmony.

The most interesting part is the snowball fight. Time has just entered the season of "heavy snow", the fields, villages, woods and houses have been painted with a thick layer of silver. In the evening, in order to make the earth no longer lonely, the moon came out of the clouds early and scattered a piece of silver light, which made the earth look more dazzling. At this time, the roadside and the courtyard became the best battlefield for our friends to have snowball fights. We squeeze the snow into a ball and use it as a "weapon" to attack each other, often making onlookers laugh. Building a snowman is a required course for friends. With the help of adults, we dressed the snowman in a systematic and lifelike way. Whose snowman is majestic and beautifully embellished has become a topic of praise for the villagers, and I often feel proud and proud of it. Late at night, the people dispersed, in the cold moonlight, the snowman became the patron saint of the night.

Of course, in the moonlight, the villagers in the village did a lot of things that could not be done during the day. For example, in the game, wheat was harvested in summer and millet in autumn, when it was still a production team, and members had to work overtime at night to earn points. I still remember clearly that adults were sweating, children were running all over the field, and even playing games of hide-and-seek and eagles catching chickens.

Late one night, the moonlight sprinkled in front of the bed through the small checkered window. I woke up with a smile from my sweet dream. I opened my eyes and startled me. I thought the oil lamp was on.

Decades later, I closed my eyes as if I could smell the moonlight mixed with the aroma of wheat straw and sifted wheat.

The moon is constantly changing the angle of being seen, and the moonlight is still paved with confused dreams. however, I vaguely feel that my happiness was born in my hometown under the moonlight.