As we walked, the moon in the sky seemed to follow us. The dirt road in the village was narrow, pitted and curved. Before long, we walked to the southeast corner of the production team. Here there is a large area of mixed forest, acacia, neem, mulberry trees and other trees grow together, one tree, line by line, lush, full of life. When the wind blew, the woods "clattered". South of the woods is the production team's pig farm, pigsty door facing south, **** two rows. I saw a man standing diagonally in front of the pigsty door, tilting his head, staring blankly at the moon. My father said he was the caretaker of the woods and the piggery. Don't look at him younger than my father, but in fact, he has a physical defect, is a disabled person with poor legs and feet, walking with a limp. Because of his disability, he is still a single man in his 40s. He came here to protect the forest and watch the pigs, and it was the birth team that took care of him. I don't know why my father took me out for a walk to the pig farm in front of this forest. Uncle Cripple saw us coming and a smile appeared on his dark, moist face. "Secretary Dai, what are you doing here with me, father and son, instead of spending the Mid-Autumn Festival at home?" My father took his hand and said, "You alone are holding down the fort here, come to see you." My father, who was the secretary of the party branch of the brigade, had always been very concerned about Uncle Cripple. He handed over to him 2 cold pot cakes and 5 dollars that he had brought with him. Uncle Cripple received the cold pot cakes and money with both hands and was so moved that he didn't know what to say. The full moon hangs over the treetops at the east end of the village, and the moonlight through the trees, sprinkled on the father and Uncle Cripple, there is a vague, warm feeling ......
Later, I realized that my father's "walking the moon" was a concern for the people's lives. Nowadays, in our village, the Mid-Autumn Festival "walk the moon" there is another form, that is, men and women of all ages to enjoy the moon, in the moonlight on the threshing floor or residential area of the square singing, square dancing. The "moonwalking" of the townspeople is somewhat similar to the "moonwalking" I have read about in books. In the Qing Dynasty, Gu Lu's "Qing Jia Lu - Walking to the Moon" describes it as follows: "Women in full makeup traveled to each other or to the nunnery, and the sound of chickens was so loud that it was like walking under the moon, which was called walking to the moon." In the Qing Dynasty, the poem "Walking to the Moon" was written in the customary painting, "Mid-Autumn Festival: Sisters walk to the moon with the fragrance of the mignonette on their temples. The night is cool, but not too thin, the road is far, but hate the long embroidered skirt." It can be seen that in ancient times, women were the protagonists of the Mid-Autumn Festival "moon walk". In the 1970s, the nunneries and temples in my hometown no longer existed, but the moon was still there at the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and the custom of "walking on the moon" was still going on, with some innovations.
In 1974, I graduated from high school and went back to my hometown to work. That year, I was walking under the moonlight during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I saw that the girls in the village were walking on the moon in groups, which was very lively. I'm not going out much, but my cousin also came out to "walk the moon"
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