Recommended reading ｜ Gentleman should be like a month

—— "村.” "Series of forty

□ Li Donghong

Last night, I walked out of the office building after busy work. I saw a curved crescent in the sky late at night, such as hooks, such as fantasy.

On weekdays, the moon is hung in the sky every day, with us always, just get used to the moonlight and does not care too much about its warmth. I don't know why, seeing yesterday's moon, I feel particularly kind.

"The only way to go to the Jianglou, the moonlight is like the water. Where is the people who come to the moon, the scenery is like last year."

Oh, in a few days, it is Mid -Autumn Festival. The bending moon last night will be as gentle and moist, accompanied by the reunion of Wanjia.

In memory, the Mid -Autumn Festival when I was a kid is the time of the production team. Remember clearly that during the day, men went to work in the ground. The women and the women in the village made moon cakes in a large house, which is now called the old -fashioned moon cake. After finishing the moon cakes of one pot, they were divided into one family, and the family divided it 10.

On the night of the Mid -Autumn Festival, the mother made two dishes, one was fried radish, the other was fried sweet potato leaves, and the corn noodle nest was steamed. Then, the mother cut two moon cakes and picked it from the pomegranate tree in the yard. Pomegranate, father, mother, sister, me, and sister, surrounded by a small square table in the yard to cross Mid -Autumn Festival. In the sky, there is a round moon, and under the moon, it is an ordinary family.

That scene, so far in my heart, warming all the way.

In fact, I especially like the moon. Whether it is the moon or the moon, I often stare for a long time when the moon is hung in the sky. I returned home last night, squatting downstairs in the community, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly there was a kind of mind: gentleman should be like the moon.

The moon is bright.

The moonlight is like water, and the moon has no dust. "Jiang Tian has no color, and the lone moon wheels in the air." Although the moon is short, it always has purity and brilliance.

It was a bright night.

After participating in the first Mid -Autumn Festival, I went back to my hometown to see my mother. When I returned home, it was the evening. Over the village, there is a large and round moon hanging, and the cooked smoke floats out of the farm yard. The moonlight runs down from the sky, full of small villages in the night.

When I got home, I knew that my mother was going home. I had already made a table of meals. At that time, my life had become very good, unlike when I was a kid.

"You don't come back easily, go and see your uncle and sister -in -law, you can't forget when you have a relationship." Before eating, mother said.

Holding the moon cakes and fruits prepared in advance, I went to see the puppets and dumplings of the front yard and the East Court. On the way home, the moonlight was spreading on the ground, walking on it, and flourishing.

In the bright moonlight, eating meals, spending the Mid -Autumn Festival with my mother, and looking at the smile on my mother's face, my heart was as bright as the moonlight.

The moon is warm.

Due to my career, I sometimes go to get off work at night. Whenever I walk on the road of night, the moon is illuminated by the moon, giving the night in the dark, and warmth.

In the year of the second year of high school, he was studying on the night. The head teacher came over and said that the villagers brought a letter to say that my father was seriously ill and let me go home. I put down the textbook, hurried out of the classroom, and hurried to the house with a bicycle.

On the way, I didn't meet a pedestrian. Only the moon took my way home and warmed my urgent heart.

Back at home, his father was lying on the bed tightly leaning against the window, and Moonlight hit his thin face. After a few days, my father died.

The moon is also missing.

The moon is the easiest to cause thoughts, especially every Mid -Autumn Festival.

"At the atrium, the white tree 冷 crow, the cold dew is indifferent to the osmanthus.

The Mid -Autumn Festival 5 years ago was unforgettable for life.

It was the first Mid -Autumn Festival after the death of the mother. In order to discharge the inner pain, I went to Dali, Yunnan. On the night of the Mid -Autumn Festival, beside the Erhai Lake, after drinking a good brother and a good brother who was together, I came to the roof of the hotel, tears, kneeling on the top of the building, facing the direction of the home, and giving the mother even to the mother. Three sounds.

That night, my good brother and I slept on the top of the hotel. The white clouds were very low, as if it could cover my body. That night, I didn't look closely overnight, I miss my mother.

Now, it's almost Mid -Autumn Festival, and I have to see the round moon again. Isn't it bright, warm, and miss, isn't it the eternal moon?

Think of the people in the moonlight: gentlemen should be like a moon!

[About the author: Li Donghong, a native of Fugou County, Henan, graduated from the Department of Journalism of Zhengzhou University. He has successively served as editor and reporter of the Henan Daily, deputy director of the news special release department, and deputy director of the new media department. The editor -in -chief of the Henan Legal System. He has published 5 minister novels and prose collection of "Want to Watch Rain", "Anti -Corruption", "I'm a Police", "Question of Life", "52 Letters Written to Mother". Among them, "Question of Life" won the "Five One Engineering Awards" in Henan Province. .

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