Rural Essays: Hometown Lies Near the Moon
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From never doubting, the moon just rises in the east mountains of hometown; from never doubting, the moon just hangs on the old tree at the mouth of hometown; from never doubting, the moon just lives in the small creek of hometown without flaw... The moon leaves hometown and cannot be summoned back to the soul, hometown leaves the moon and will forever be disgraced. No matter where you are, when you find the moon, you can return to hometown, because hometown is near the moon...
In the place near the moon, there is a clear small river for me, a childhood river, a young river, and a senior river... There is no Jiangnan's softness boat, there is no Jiangnan's elegant pavilion, there is no Jiangnan's classical bridge... Only continuous streams of water, flowing through places full of flowers, flowing through the five colors of the seasons, and quietly entering my heart, and will also silently enter your heart. My lively little fish, how did it ever perceive the changes of the seasons there, perceive the sunlight in the days and the confusion in the rain, and how did it continuously flow from the source of its homeland to the lonely foreign land? The fish swims towards the sea and the ends of the earth to grow up, but the moon will not say goodbye to its homeland, it always hangs in the upper sky of hometown.
Jiangnan's memories are all about fishing boats singing at dusk, pavilions with carvings, a beautiful landscape painting, this is elegant Jiangnan. The moon in the sky, the moon in the water, plus the old tree and the dimly lit bridge, also constitute Jiangnan's distinctive classic style. My hometown is within this distinctive style, in the place near the moon... Hometown's appearance is in that song: low houses, bitter well water, a small river that is often dry, attached to the surrounding village...
Time passes quickly, Mid-Autumn Festival passes in a flash, but the feeling is always stuck in Mid-Autumn Festival, in hometown's Mid-Autumn night. The moon still didn't rise, the stars only occasionally lonely a few, autumn insects didn't chirp, the night seemed to be frozen, worried that the world wouldn't participate in sharing this tranquility, the sky wouldn't collapse without participating. The wind rustled on the eaves, the city sky in the distance must be glittering with neon lights, the fireworks in the distance were still shining brightly. Hometown was too quiet, too lost, only two families' windows emitted light, hometown belonged only to a few old people, I couldn't help but sigh. Outside was a thick chill, my mother called me into the house, because I hadn't waited for the moon, my mother brought me a mooncake to share with me. When the wind brought the fragrance of osmanthus, the moon finally rose up, that benevolent eye was staring at the top of the east mountain a little exaggerated, hung on the old crow tree's fork, exactly. When the moon rose, all the stars in the sky were lit up, all the autumn insects instantly began to sing, the world returned because of the moon's soul, hometown was lit up because of the moon's cloudy eye. I always thought hometown was an old man, taciturn, serious like an old father. It turns out, under the moon, hometown is a young woman, dancing gracefully and lightly in the silent and bright moonlight, with a charming posture that makes people stunned. At this moment, I finally understood why people call hometown 'mother' – because mother is a woman, the hometown near the moon will always be a beautiful woman...
Children's songs are still so crisp, this is hometown's song, praising the moon in the deepest part of the heart: Moon, moon, hometown is getting make-up, sister has a comb, brother where is he? Moon, moon, little girl goes to sleep, radish is plump, wheat and rice are golden... Hometown's about moon folk songs are simple and almost confused, not clear what to understand, but in the heart's clear mirror is spotless, without any flaw.
Hometown always waits for his loved ones, hometown's moon also waits for his loved ones, hometown's love is pure and without flaw, hometown's moon's love is pure and without flaw. No matter how high your position is, no matter how down and out you are, hometown and hometown's moon will offer you all their love, will never give up waiting for you to return. Friend, when you raise your head to look at the moon, do you lower your head to think of hometown? When the spring breeze greened the banks of the Yangtze River, did you ever think of the moon shining on you?
Sunset is not the end of the world, the moon comes to people from afar, the soil can keep your moon. It is a classic expression to keep the moon in your hometown. It is always standing in the corner of the young city, carrying the heavy cross with colleagues, either lightly sharing green wine with friends who participate in speculative victories, and then forgetting everything, easily handing over half of themselves to the foreign land, to the strange soil. When the moon rises, it is together with family to drink, it is together with children to sleep, hometown will accompany you to dream. It was found that you are whole, you are the hometown, you are the hometown's moon, not only that, but also including your next life...
Friend, no matter how crazy the world is, no matter how treacherous the affairs are, as long as your heart is on the way home, the moon will accompany you to the end of the world!
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