Prose ｜ Huang Yu butterfly: Dream of Midsummer Night

Text/Huang Yuxie

The summer night was deeply intoxicated. The breeze blew a pool of lotus incense, and it was scattered in the air lightly. There is a thin moonlight in the sky. The path is not as dark as in the past. It can see the rough lines on the trunk.

I have gone through this road many times. Along the asphalt road in front of the village, along the high and low fields, you can come here along the floral fragrance. The lotus in the pond is strong, but the lotus fragrance is still faint. The leaves and flowers are asleep as if they are sleeping, and at the shadow of the backlight, it seems to be integrated with the night.

The breeze passed, and the flowers and leaves surrounded by the ponds were rippling in this pond. The crushed starlight fell on the lotus pond, flowing wildly on the sparkling water surface, and layer by layer. The water in the pond is not deep. By the moonlight, you can even see the black plants at the bottom of the pond.

Three or two branches in the pond are next to each other, and they bloom quietly in the corner of the pond. There are different shrubs and a few camphor trees around me around. Under the moonlight, the trembling trees fell into the uneven shadow and intertwined with my figure.

The wind stopped for a moment. The water surface is very calm, the moonlight is like flowing water, and it slowly diarrhea on the leaves and flowers, and a layer of very light luster floats in the pond. In the flowers and mirrors in the water, the cicada sounds were stunned in such a night, and the mood just raised was anxious.

I stood still without moving, looking at the blue sky of the blue, as if I raised my feet, it would break the temporary harmony. I don't know how long it took, and I couldn't help grabing the corner of the placket. How many days were the first day looking up at the night sky? After blinking a slightly tired eyes, I found a soft grass lying down, and put a dog tail grass in my hand to play with.

Every day that is played like a circular curve, it is inevitable that people are tired. Occasionally lying on such fields, watching the night sky in the countryside, suddenly felt refreshed. Every day, I ’m counting out of the countdown. It’ s about to end up. Thinking about the intense postgraduate entrance examination atmosphere, the just stretching mood is inexplicable.

Staring at the silent night sky, time seemed to be static. The moon is particularly bright and fixed in the air, which is not far from me but can't touch. The star moon is so beautiful, even if it falls into the lotus pond, it will not be sad, and it can exude bright and not stabbing glory everywhere.

The noise in the ears gradually became lighter, and the summer wind at night blown from the lotus pond again, bringing a little coolness. The moonlight came from the tree, and fell sparsely on the straw pile beside me. The moonlight is very good, the night sky is quiet, and a faint hazy color is shrouded in a thin layer of clouds.

Seeing the layers of water pattern in the pond, the heart was calm. In the empty fields, vivid small ponds, and villages with a few lamps not far away, all of them have given me a long -lost comfort. Only in the villages close to nature and in such a wide and flat fields can we enjoy this good scene of lotus moon.

The intermittent lotus fragrance seemed to overflow the pond, and under the breeze blowing, it passed to a farther place. The sorrowful sadness in my heart seemed to be taken away by the wind together. Interesting, there is only the beauty of starry sky and refreshing atmosphere.

The worm was entangled in the distant wind, the flowing light poured down the reflection, and the pornographic thoughts were intoxicated. I gently revealed the poem of the Midsummer night gently in the dream.

【About the Author】

Huang Yuxie, the pseudonym, was studying at Zhejiang Shuren College. There are many articles published on newspapers and magazines such as "People's Daily", "Yanhe", "Jiaxing Daily", "Southwest Commercial Daily" and "Family Weekly". The works have won many awards.

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