Prose · 2022 Mid -Autumn Festival ｜ Guo Fazai: Monthly Mid -Autumn Festival

Text/Guo Fazai

The mountains in the distance, the outline is faint. The sky is also a daisy, and the clouds are like light ink, and the sky is fainted without rules. The setting sun fell on the glass on the opposite side, very weak, a little red. A breeze raised the skirt of the weeping willow, which was slightly cool, and I didn't realize that it was Mid -Autumn Festival.

After the mirror lake in the morning, the large lotus leaves were still, but the green was a little old, with a piece of wipest lake. The lotus has been opened early, and occasionally one, it is also old red, sandwiched in the green green, showing that I woke up alone. There are brown bowl -shaped puffs between the lotus leaves, holding it obliquely, put the seeds in their mouths, and watched the birds passing by vigilantly. In the grass, he yelled, nothing, nothing, but also revealing the old autumn old.

Perhaps, when the moon is from the Mid -Autumn Festival, the solar term is not used to being left and right, and I prefer the quietness and tranquility of no one to ask.

I haven't seen Moonlight for a long time. In the sweltering summer night, I always wanted to go out to get a little natural cool breeze. I saw the half -porcelain shelter broken in the moonlight, a faint layer, flashed in the dark brown sky. Perhaps the seasonal is orderly. The moonlight of summer night is just a passenger who is rushing, only looking at the future, not asking things.

On the Mid -Autumn Festival, the moonlight seemed to return to the hometown.

Muyun was exhausted, and the sky was dim. The moonlight stood on the east mountain, hanging on the top of the tree, Bai Ruoyu Pan, tender as children's cheeks. In the middle of the moon, the night sky is deepening, it is the ancient azure. The milky moonlight is sprinkled on the quiet mountain forest, covered with empty fields, shining in the hearts of photos of photos, filling every gap in the world, full of glory.

The moonlight is clear, like a mirror standing in front of the dresser. The osmanthus tree was full, and Wu Gang's hand holding the ax has not yet been put down, and the newly brewed osmanthus wine was touched. After the osmanthus tree, Chang'e shadow, La Nana, teased at his feet with jade rabbits. In fact, this is all legend. The palace in the sky is wide and cold, the yin and sunny are missing, and the sorrow and joy are not as complete as the Mid -Autumn Festival.

The Mid -Autumn Festival on the moon is the festival. This year is too hot, and the osmanthus has not seen Lu Fangfei. There are only a few yellow and white, sandwiched on the dry branches and leaves. The fragrance that seemed to have known each other was only a thin layer, scattered in the slightly cool air, and the rhythm of the falling poplar leaves swaying, and the soothing breathing between the pedestrians was passing by.

In fact, this does not affect the atmosphere of the Mid -Autumn Festival. Someone ordered the moon cake early to send relatives and friends to greet the quiet years. Mid -Autumn Festival, reunion in the world. There are old land and affection in the distance. Mingyue thousands of miles send acacia, a few lines of WeChat, a video, the words are full of rural voice. The distance is not a problem.

The lights in the city are too gorgeous. The fields are empty white, and the harvested rice stubble filled with milky moonlight, crystal clear, and like a starlight of the night sky. The autumn grass is lush, like falling asleep, lying on the field, lying on the side of the small road. Lu from white tonight, the water droplets stick to the branches and leaves, and the dream is like autumn dreams. In the autumn night of the countryside, there is a noisy autumn in the tranquility. The little bugs were stubborn, uniform and soothing, and it was ticking near, but there was no video and video. The sound of water in the distance in the distance was rushing, as if the sound of moonlight poured down.

The Mid -Autumn Festival in the countryside, there is movement in the quiet, there is quiet in the movement, and there is the cheapest satisfaction and joy between the world.

The moon viewing the moon was once luxury in fireworks. In the moon, the moon is bright, and the moon is bright, and it is shining on the dam of its own field. The children next door squeezed a round and thick cake. At that time, the family was poor, but the month was rewarded. Dad chopped the old pumpkin early, steamed, kneaded in glutinous rice flour, and made pumpkin. When the moonlight was shot in the steps of the green brick, the father was unveiled, and the fragrance of the pumpkin cake was melted into the moonlight. As soon as the puppy dog ​​was tail, the taste of the Mid -Autumn Festival was strong. For many years, I have worked a few pieces of pumpkin cakes with bald chopsticks, invited the month to appreciate, spend the Mid -Autumn Festival, and spend my childhood until I leave the village full of pumpkin flavors.

In Mid -Autumn Festival, there are more osmanthus wine, osmanthus cake, and a variety of moon cakes. Every Mid -Autumn Festival, I buy moon cakes for my children as usual and go to the wild to watch the moon. Even so, it is difficult for me to experience the taste of Mid -Autumn Festival after all. On the night of the Mid -Autumn Festival, I sat alone, thinking of the verse of "sparse shadow, shadow, clear water, shallow water, and floating moon and dusk" in the Song Dynasty Lin's "Mountain Garden". The old time in the change in "changes.

"A pot of wine in Huajian, there is no blind date." Li Baijiu had nobles in the wine, three people in the moon, and the emotions were lingering. I am not as open -minded as the ancients. Looking back at the spring and autumn dozens of degrees, I do n’t feel that people reach middle age.

【About the Author】

Guo Fazai, a master's degree, a member of the Chengdu Writers Association. His works are scattered in "People's Literature", "Sichuan Literature", "Young Writers", "Chinese Railway Literature", "Prose Baijia", "Green Leaf", "Writers' Digest", "Chinese Youth Daily", "Foshan Literature and Art", "Tokyo Grand View Literature", "Jiannan Literature" "Taihu", "People's Daily Overseas Edition", "Southern Daily", "Yangcheng Evening News", "Liberation Daily", "Hunan Daily", "Sichuan Daily" and "West China Metropolis Daily" and other magazines and newspapers.

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