Ye Jingyi: See Hai Yueming again

There are only a few passengers in the cabin. The children were chasing and making trouble, and several adults said to the people on the other side of the phone, "It's coming." I took a whole row of seats alone, watching them in a hurry, and they were about to reunite, and they also reflected from their faces to my face. And the antennas outside the cabin, let me know that I am not the same as those who make a laugh. We follow the opposite road. However, I still smiled, because I knew that the moment the door opened, everything was worth the ground.

As soon as he got off the boat, Xiao Li was beckoning to me in the place. I avoided the crowd and ignored the lively ground. Xiao Li came to pick up his luggage and said with a smile: "Happy Mid -Autumn Festival." I said, "... the ground, this year, I will accompany the old man to the holiday." Because he was really too small, the young man in his early twenties. It is a very special existence on this aging island. The home is Qingdao, and there are more far more than me, but it is more than me, just like just rushing down the cliff land, the place called the nest place is a constraint. Back in the house, everything was well, Lao Mu and Xiao Wu were cleaning, and at a glance, they knew it was to meet the festival. Lao Mu was the old police officer of the island. Xiao Wu was auxiliary policeman, and a native of a native island. Soon, Xiao Li and I also joined them. In this turmoil, we tasted our festive taste. In this lonely sea island police station, the holidays have a unique understanding and experience for us. Over the earth, we worked hard to press those unwavering feelings, and we will create our rough and simple ritual sense under the relationship between comrades -in -arms and brothers. I live with them, and we have a lot of time to live with them more than our own family, and how can we not be family members of each other. Next, we will discuss enthusiastically, discuss reunion dinner, discuss who to make a fish, who goes to stew a pot of meat, discuss what flavored moon cakes they like to eat, and discuss what is the blue and red silk in the Wuren moon cake. Yes, we will eat a different way for each other.

The moonlight was right after a meal. I and Xiao Li and Xiao Wu started patrolling every day. We shook down the window of the window and breathed a cool autumn breeze. The sound of Da Da Earth Motor, crossing the top of the mountain from the corner of the sea, moving the fishing fire of returning to the boat, and popping up the farmland to cook smoke. We stopped at a high place, got out of the car and sat on the roadside. At the foot was a red light, adding a little warmth to the cool autumn. The blue empty was washed, and Li Baiyi "White Jade Plate" was waiting to collect the stars like the scattered grapes frozen. I think there is such a happy between heaven and earth. "Battle is Yi Yi, the wind is dancing, and the chanting back." Confucius's ballad in the autumn wind seemed to come to this moment through the time and space of 3,000 years, and I understood it.

There is no police tonight. The month has passed through Zhongtian, the island is stable and peaceful, and we end the patrol back. I watched the time, my daughter should have not slept yet, and quickly dial the video. There is no one in the four fields. In the night, Wanya is silent. The two -year -old daughter did not speak very much, but eagerly talked over and over again, "Daddy, Yue ... Dad, Moon ...". I giggled, and I laughed a trace of sourness. A round of autumn shadows turned golden waves, and the flying mirror was grinded again. I said the flying mirror, you shot one year a year and look old.

I have a habit of writing a diary. There are thousands of words tonight, but I only write down timidly:

September 10, 2022, Mid -Autumn Festival, Sunny

The island is very small, so small that it is not enough to install or be sad or happy;

The island is very large, so that many people have to go to life for many years.

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