Prose | Tanabata, Jingmei in the countryside

"The fans are separated by the phoenix, and the star bridge flew back. Striving to the world's lifelessness and replace it for one year." By the time of Qixi, I will always think of the grape racks of the country's hometown and the grape frame. The mysterious and beautiful time.

In memory, the grapes were green at the door since I remembered. In the summer night, people in the village will cool down under the grape rack and listen to grandma talking about ancient. Grandma will tell a lot of stories, but what grandma loves is the cowherd and weaver girl. On the day of the moving story of the world, grandma tirelessly talked about it.

That summer, the screening team in the village went to the village to play movies. That time, the Huangmei movie "Cowherd Weaver Girl" was released. The next day, Grandma talked about ancient, and the people listening to the story suddenly increased a lot than usual. There were adults and children, and more young men and girls. The moon stars are sparse, the evening wind blows lightly, and the smoke bag is dark and dark, which reflects the grandmother's expression of ancient times. In this situation, the singing girl's singing in the Huangmei drama "Cowherd Weaver".

That year, it was easy to look forward to the Qixi Festival. The adults went home to rest at night. My sister pulled me back to the grape rack quietly to overhears the weaver girl.

When returning to the grape rack, we actually squatted under the grape rack first. We hold our breath and listen to our ears. When Zheng Ning was concentrated, the mother and grandma came.

Mother asked, "Did you hear the cowherd and weaver speak?" I shook my head.

My sister said, "I heard the weaver cry."

Mother pokes her sister's forehead: "Stupid child, that's a mosquito ringing."

Grandma said, "Occupy girls like cowherd because he is loyal and honest, hard -working and hard -working. You must be a clever woman when you grow up.

That night, I dreamed and dreamed of the beautiful weaver girl. Many years later, I really found a "weaver girl". Every year on Tanabata, we strolled in the moonlight and sweet in the grape rack.

Today, every Tanabata, the lights of the city can't stop us from moving towards the countryside, and to the beautiful sweetness of the grapes. In fact, we have never heard the laughter and crying of the cowboy and weaver girl under the grape rack, but every time we come here, we hear the heartbeat of our in line. What we feel is a kind of quiet beauty, peaceful beauty ... … (Wei Yijun/Wen)

Source: Shijiazhuang Daily Client

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