[Mid -Autumn Festival Special] Hanging a round of Mingyue ‖ Wang Lihua

Hanging a round of bright moon in my heart

Wang Lihua

"Moon Ming people look at it, Qiu Si Luo." In nature, the moon seems to be a loving Virgin, accompanied by a goddess, a gentle smile on people. In Songgang, which is full of the moon, people all over the world can appreciate the same round of Mingyue. In a white hair that the mother fell, the favorite face of her life was filled with the atrium of each child.

The moonlight of motherly love is the key to returning home. Autumn is mixed, and there is everything in the field, like the painter's palette. In the days without street lights, the fields who passed through the autumn at night returned to the home of the rural cicada. On the usual day, you can get home with the slightly light moonlight. There seems to be no fear of the night. The mother who returned at home also uses pepper, fennel, salt, and octagonal on the coal stove of the nest, boiled peanuts and edamame with reinforcement pot, and boiled. When we return to the house, we shake the dust on the house. The steaming peanuts and edamame were on the round table. The family sat around and talked about the vision and anecdotes of the day, including those east parents, Western family shorts, Chen Sesame, and rotten valley. Encounter love. Until each of us was piled up a small pile of peanut shells and church skins, the moonlight pulled the tree shadow, courtyard dam, eaves, and walls outside the window. The light is relied on, and the wings of reverie are also intoxicated in the sweet dreams.

The moonlight of the hometown is the true love of Youzi. For a while, turning around is already Wanta. The green mountains that are far away from the hometown are high and low. The silent mountain forest, warm in winter and cool and clear spring water, flows out of my childhood memory. The happy time when I was a child was honored to be a big sister in the same village, which was recognized as "suffering hard", carrying a back basket specifically used to pick up the "mountain tower bacteria and dewlobacteria". Open the pine needle, get a varying shape but beautiful mountain treasure. No matter how much harvest, the mother will use her steamed buns or baked noodle cakes to appreciate the hard work I made for the family. I like to watch the endless Dadu River water, looking for the location of the house, and guessing that the car like an ant is alone on the road. Where can my footsteps stop? My mood made me contemplate in autumn, and the gods outside the mountain made me unlimited.

The moonlight of memory is the real "taste" that is gradually dripping. Finally, one day, I left my mother, left my hometown of mountains and ponds, and left the vibrant Qiu Lan deep scenery around, leaving those intimate playmates. In my treasured memory, when I left the car, the red hair puppet inserted on her mother's head. When she followed the car, she finally disappeared at the end of the road. When time is gone, the sound that I pursued countless times, when I came back to the moon of my soul, I was eternal into my dense thoughts. When I went home, my mother leaned against the door and took my luggage. I was on the table with the thin and round pancakes that rolled around my throat. In that skin, at least fifty times in the mother's hands, four minutes, and the flavor of the green onion, the flavor of the meat, the taste of this cake is the essence of "time moon cake". There are also the "sisters" who go up the mountain to pick up the bacteria together. They put down the farm work in their hands and walked towards my house together to accompany me to walk to the mountain road. When I was always quiet at night, I was on my way to my time.

The border desert, vast, and boundless, people feel the quiet silence of Gobi at dusk, giving birth to a desolation. However, in the vast nature, it is more able to have a strong and tenacious beauty, a kind of abundance, full of fullness between heaven and earth. "This heart is bright, and it is also in the long river of life. In the long river of life, the knowledge and action are united, soaked in human sex. Wang Yangming "Mid -Autumn Festival":

Last year, the Mid -Autumn Festival was fine, and this year, the Mid -Autumn Festival was Yin.

A century of good times did not meet, and the condition was looking for white hair.

My heart has its own bright moon, and there is no lack of eternal reinforcement.

The mountains and rivers are clear, why bother the Mid -Autumn Festival.

The moonlight of the years is the change of flowers in the four seasons. In the autumn, the ice and snow are melted, and the hands of time are secretly replacing the days. The calendar to tear the page of the autumn, "Another autumn" is accompanied by autumn rain outside the window. Since my age has ushered in a confusion, Qiu is immature but has never been sophisticated. "What is the chairman to the other time?" Su Shi lived the chic and lived in his life with his life. His wind bone was marked, and his personality spirit was always shining!

This love has been vast, using his own eyes to discover beauty, think of beauty with your own brain, and use your heart to capture beauty! The real moon, the real moon, is a bright heart. Regardless of the lack of the moon and sunny, whether the world sadness and joy are closed, the heart is always bright and rich.

During the full moon, Wanjia reunion, may you live the best!

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Wang Lihua (Hanyuan County Public Security Bureau, Sichuan Province)

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