[Prose] May the monarch not forget the starry son full of the sky ‖ Yang Maozi

May the monarch forget the star

Yang Maozheng

Xia, restlessness. Only the starry sky, with a mature but not dazzling glory, gives the barren land a trace of comfort and a trace of companionship.

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The sky faded away from the magnificent Chinese suit, gently covered with dark blue, and went to the stars. The long night, the clear light of the star, how much embarrassment was buried for the dream. Every moment when we look up at the starry sky, every moment when the stars are trapped, it is an extremely close to the romantic moment.

"After drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams." Perhaps we were looking for gentle and romantic, and accidentally raised our eyes, but when we met the star of the star river, the moonlight was shocked. The stars bring us not only the good scenery, but also to soothe the body and mind. When I was a child I saw in my hometown, I saw the starry sky above my head, and the stars that had been bathed with my friends ... The movement brought by the stars was long -lasting, recording a journey.

Whenever someone talks about the first time you look up at the starry sky, do you miss the childhood child really? The dusty drawers are opened one by one, and the starry sky seems to be the epitome of childhood. It carries too many childhood memories. It treasures the treasure of human nature. Before I could think about the first move that Xingkong brought to me, it has not been fully pieced together to make up the previous day.

The night is as cool as water. In my childhood, I was lying on the temporary paved mat in the old roof floor. There were no bright lamps on the top of my head, no tin canopy, only the stars in the sky, only the natural sky. I have never slept under the starry sky. I was excited, joyful, and nervous full of my entire body. I said nothing, but I looked up and looked up at the starry sky above my head greedily. I seemed to be magical. Essence Several "stars" flashed into my field of vision, they were clearly destroyed, and they were traveling between the unmoved star groups. I raised my hands, went up, and went up, and the "stars" that flashed one by one just slipped away from the fingers. The younger "Star" that I didn't catch was the signal light of the plane. The little loss was quickly spread by the evening wind. I still smiled and looked up at the charming stars, and gradually entered the dream in the starry sky. In the dream, I crushed the stars, so the stars fragmented into the stream, melted into the willow branch, and merged into my heart. Children's starry sky, a wish.

When he was a teenager, he was confused, searching, and hustle and bustle. When the night fell, all things gently walked into the good night, I looked up with questions, stars, stars to seduce me in the sky, but how easy is it to touch the stars. Even if it is close at hand, I do n’t know if I have the power to run towards it. Essence I opened my arms and embraced the square inch on the sky, letting the stars flow into my heart, put all my memory and thoughts, and pillow a beautiful dream. Transparent. Looking up at the starry sky again, the star is not far away, and the dream is not far away. As long as I tiptoe, my stars are waiting for me. The starry sky of the teenager, a hope.

In the future, the personnel around you are constantly changing in the starry sky. How many people will go in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and how many people will stay. Everything is unknown. Everyone looks like a star, and the people around them are meteors, and we cannot change. Meteor can't always stay in the world of stars, but we all look forward to each other's shoulders. The current starlight is still dazzling. The current friends are still around, and we have the same dreams of the future under the same starry sky with three or two friends. Time flows and years change. Those who make them grow side by side of the starry sky, will become a brilliance that has never disappeared under the witness of the eyes of the sky. In the future of the starry sky, one agreed.

Star, although there is no bright moon and no sun, but it has its own delicate and moving beauty. In the vast universe, the distance of the little light of the star span the space and send it to the world we see, like a mysterious secret. It decorates the vast sky, looking at the world.

May the monarch forget, or joy, or sorrow, look up and look up, the star is full of sky.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Yang Maoxi (Yibin College Literature and Art Department 2021 level 4 Chinese language literature, Jiang Dejun Shujian Creative Writing Workshop)

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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