The moon in a foreign land is less of a memory and tenderness. Twilight dark, the night pulled down the curtain, a round of bright moon rising, so that the night is no longer lonely. The moonlight is as clear as water under the misty veil, the round face with shyness and charm, in the scattered clouds, sometimes hidden, hazy and dynamic. The deep night sky, ten thousand lights have been lit, and the twinkling stars reflect each other, decorated with this shallow south of the autumn.
With the deepening of the night, resting a tired, enjoy a person's world. I like to stand quietly in the balcony, quietly enjoying the moonlight of the South China. Overlooking the high buildings between the shuttle silhouette, unrestrained square dance in the music of the sound of the rise and fall sound, boiling in the buildings. Sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched music into the ear drums, delighting the body and mind. Watching the square children chasing and running, the old people sitting under the banyan tree after tea and dinner whispering, the noise of the swimming pool, the heart will surge a warm current, soothing the day's exhaustion.
Accompanied by the light of the moon, far away from the eyes of the meandering, the small area of a new addition to the landscape also came into view. On the branches of the ancient banyan tree, the red lanterns of the Mid-Autumn Festival have been hung high, revealing the humanization of commerce and the important heritage of national festivals. In the crowd, the strings of red lights like a cluster of dancing flames, jumping in the cool moonlight, evoking too many thoughts ......
The night is deep, accompanied by the end of the last square dance, the crowd dispersed, the surrounding returned to the calm. Looking up at the sky, the moon is charming, whispering with the stars and clouds, talking about the change of seasons. The full moon and autumn thoughts, appreciate the moon, will melt into the emotion, superimposed thoughts. The crowd dispersed, it is a sign that each go their own way, perhaps tomorrow no longer meet it! At this moment, the night, so quiet, cool, less noisy, more lonely.
Time is merciless, always in the unknowingly wasted the most beautiful time. The fall is coming, winter is not far away, right? The full moon, people can really get together? The moment of the full moon, a person alone, quietly feel the quiet beauty of the night. I look in the direction of my hometown in the distance and murmur to myself. The moon is full, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here, is the moon in the hometown also full? Is not the same bright, the same tenderness? Thoughts fly, can not stop the thoughts in the heart, feelings arise. Looked at the clouds in the full moon, gently sighed, your beauty is my blasphemy. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this! Nowadays, when the occasional leisure can calmly enjoy the moon, people are not the original people, the moon is not the heart of the moon. Perhaps it is in a foreign land drifting for a long time it! Maybe it's for life all day long busy feet, only unlimited appreciation of the moment of the moon!
Every time this time, the moon in his hometown is so round, so beautiful. The golden autumn is the most beautiful scenery in the hometown. Fathers and mothers in the autumn frost down to the ground, accompanied by the moonlight home, spring and autumn full of their harvest and hope, simple face is also always full of smiles. That moonlight, that autumn color, are integrated into the sweat of the ancestors, cohesion of that piece of land that depends on the deep love, but also concentrated my bitter childhood years. Love and the moon, since the ancient indistinguishable, in order to a reunion of hope, the moon waiting for a thousand years, but people are always changing, the environment is also in the people grow up in the continuous migration of the former picture is gone. Now, the house is empty, people scattered, scattered at the ends of the earth, for those who are waiting at home and wandering outside the people, the Mid-Autumn Festival family group sitting around together to eat moon cakes, enjoy the moon has become a luxury.
Thinking back to the mid-autumn festival of my childhood, I have an indescribable emotion that lingers in my heart. I remember every Mid-Autumn Festival, my father always went to the market to buy a few mooncakes, although the family is struggling, but will also squeeze out some money to give us to eat. At that moment, we siblings would wait for our father's allocation with joy to have a festival that we thought was happy. Of course, when my father delivered the mooncakes one by one, the youngest of us would get the most "care" while the happiness was satisfied. The mooncake is round, the people are reunited. When I was little, I loved mooncakes so much that I always greedily grabbed mooncakes with my brothers and sisters to specialize my position in the family. To this day, every Mid-Autumn Festival, you can still get a call from your siblings, "Have you eaten the mooncakes? When are you coming home? Take care of yourself outside, don't be too tired, we look forward to your return." Those words touched the sensitive nerves. Every time I put down the phone, I always have tears in my eyes, and my heart aches with pain. Growing up, in order to live, each busy, affection gradually estranged, no warmth of the past. The shopping mall to buy a wide range of moon cakes, bright and high hanging full moon, why can not eat the original flavor? What is missing? Maybe it's because you've eaten too much food, you're better off, and you don't have much love for mooncakes? The home of the moon cakes piled up together, put to deteriorate, but also can not think of eating, perhaps it is robbed of the moon cake is delicious, the taste is different, right!
The moon is full and the moon is missing, and the road of wandering is surprisingly fearful of reunion. People change with the situation, things are different, a lot of memories into the past, a lot of people into the deceased, those who lingered in the heart of the idea more out of it is sad. I am old? How to start nostalgia, old people, old photos, old years, old feelings, are so profound. Years are a record of a trip, feelings are an inexplicable emotion, a barometer of the flavor of life. Always in the holiday season, think of home, think of hometown, think of relatives, friends, past events vividly, but also drifted into yesterday's journey.
Longing to get together, but afraid to get together, more difficult to get together. Looking back on the past and siblings scramble for the time of the moon cake, that childish and beautiful forever treasured in the bottom of the heart, a lifetime of unforgettable. Do you eat mooncakes to satisfy your cravings? No, I think it is to eat out of love, but the purpose is to be reunited! The years have passed, the Mid-Autumn Festival accompanied their own dozens of years, those old things have long become an hourglass, there is not much left!
Memory is the hourglass of time, always leaving something unforgettable. After forty years of time, the concentrated memory, still remember the village east end of the crazy uncle, the heart will not forget. Every year, when the Mid-Autumn Festival came, he would always change his routine, no longer running around like a madman, but sitting quietly in front of his house, waiting for darkness to see the moon. When the moon rises, it is also the quietest moment for uncle. At that time, I didn't know anything about the world, I often secretly hid in his house by the broken earth wall, poked my little head to observe his every move. I think he was aware of my existence, but still quiet as before, not disturbed by my presence.
Looking at the full moon, he reached into his arms with his dry cracked hand and took out a piece of hard moon cake, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully, as if he was admiring a work of art. At this moment, I can't help but sneer at him, and a little disgusted by his blackened hands. I thought, is not a piece of moon cake? Do you need to look at it like that? However, he was enjoying himself, not caring about my real existence. A long time, viewing enough, he will still bring the body temperature of the moon cake to the mouth full of stubble, with his tongue tastefully licked the burnt paste of the outer skin before putting it into the mouth, a small bite, a small bite slowly eat down. Looking at his chewing and slow swallowing appearance, I can not help but laugh out loud, but also disturbed his mood.
Every now and then, he will always stand up tenderly, smile at me, stagger to my eyes. I'm afraid to see the hand, once again into the arms, took out a piece of the same paste moon cake secretly stuffed to me, squeeze a brow implied that I hide up to eat, do not let people see. However, the young me always stupidly stood in place, nor thank you, nor refused, not happy, not sad, mute expression, not at all appreciated, to him to give me the moon cake without the slightest touched. Watching him smile and turn into the courtyard, the heart is still puzzled, can never find the answer. What's wrong with Uncle? Why would he be like this in the mid-autumn? Later, the townspeople told me, uncle because his wife died of an acute illness, his daughter married out of town, a person can not stand the shock of the loss of loved ones and the mental collapse of the crazy. In fact, for a crazy person, people are busy with their own, over time, no one has time to ask about his warmth and heart. Time has taught me a lot, and I have slowly grown up in countless mid-autumn nights. The former uncle gradually hunchbacked, bleary-eyed, but every Mid-Autumn Festival, I will still receive uncle with the body temperature of the moon cake, warm and moist with that period of treasured childhood.
When people reach middle age, the days are thin and the years are growing. With the maturity of the state of mind, began to learn to think independently and interpret some of the doubts in the heart. After careful review, the behavior of the uncle is not strange, but out of a kind of human instinct for emotional thirst. He enjoys the moon because he longs for a reunion, but his wife's 'departure and his daughter's marriage to another country have left him powerless. The mooncake in his hand is his only wish for a reunion.
However, the world is unpredictable, who can control the departure of loved ones? Nowadays, the pace of life is accelerated, people's emotions began to fade. Parents have no time to ask, make a phone call will have completed the filial piety, husbands, wives, children, friends, a text message a group of blessings, will be counted as a holiday. Mid-Autumn Festival in the end gave us what? What is left behind is a beautiful memory, swallowed is the heart of the misery.
Dare not celebrate the festival, afraid of the festival, the festival did not have a happy, only a kind of unspeakable sadness. The first time I saw the movie was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer. Or the sudden and early death of my elder sister, which made me feel the pain of parting with my flesh and blood? And my sister's separation from the world, I do not know where, so that I have a resistance to the word "reunion"? What about the fear in my heart? Perhaps everyone's life experience should be arranged by fate, and can not be changed. It is also the classic line of Su Shi's Song of Songs in Water! "People have sadness and joy, the moon has a cloudy and sunny, this matter is ancient and difficult to complete, but I wish people long, thousands of miles *** Canyuan Juan." It is only then that the emotions of the full moon are not played to the fullest, right?
Walking alone in the high-rise metropolis, in order to live, in order to better reflect the value of self, as if a migratory birds constantly migrate, constantly give up the opportunity to meet with the hometown and relatives. No matter how deep your feelings are, you are afraid of being estranged, and no matter how close your heart is, you are afraid of parting. Time for us to come all the way from childhood, adolescence, youth, and even middle age, gathering and dispersing, and have to be together constantly staged, tasted a thousand flavors of life.
The night was quiet, as if I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat. Twenty-five years of separation, twenty-five years of classmate friendship, although they have not met but feel the innocence of the feelings. It's not easy to get together, don't separate so easily. There is no other idea, there is no interest entanglement, get together, only for a true and pure feelings, can be in the lifetime, to leave each other the best memories.
Twenty-five years in a flash, those innocent memories of childhood sealed in the epitome of time, can not be detoured. When all the memories of everything to pick up again, the heart of a thousand feelings, tears blurred the curtains. Once a partner, once a friend, you at the same table, that innocent friendship buried in the depths of the heart, never forgotten.
At this moment, the mind vaguely reappeared in the past, a scene came to mind! The sound of reading aloud, chasing the laughter in the campus, graduation photo on the tender face, the parting of the intersection of the look, all will bring people back to the past time, a long time can not get out.
Once young, once ignorant, once youthful, once the best memories, together with a warm superimposed on the sea of the heart, and stirred. Now, once again reunited, happy, but added more loss. Youth has quietly slipped away, only the vicissitudes of the face precipitated a share of sincere feelings. Can't help but ask gently, friends, are you okay? It turns out that time separates us from the distance, but has not isolated our hearts, because the innocence of that emotion has been in, and long-lasting fragrance, is not it?
Today, when we meet again, our hearts are full of gratitude. Thank you for remembering me, remembering the little girl who used to like to cry, remembering the years we used to accompany each other, remembering to let the word "reunion" as a gift, giving me a different Mid-Autumn Festival, a different moon in the south of the country!
The moon in another country lacks a real warmth. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The earth is vast, the moon is in the sky, where is my root at the end of the world? Where is the home in my heart? Roots sprouted, scattered in the cape, and the desire to get together with their loved ones, blocked in the thousands of mountains beyond the water, that the former beloved relatives, where is it now? That full of my endless nostalgia of the bright moon, and what kind of news to me? Love, far away from the end of the world, not far, not close, but also warm. The moon, constant, not alarmed and not disturbed, but also beautiful this season of autumn. With me, there is no joy, no extravagance, but only sighs and indescribable sadness ......
Late at night, the cold moon and stars, the moon chasing the footsteps of the clouds in the dome of the Man dance, rendering the moment of peace. An autumn wind swept through the building, blew into the small space, thin shoulders felt the slightest chill, the wind blew the long hair flowing, touched diffuse in the autumn of this southern country.
Tonight is still sleepless, looking up at the bright moon in his hometown, sending his thoughts. The most important thing to remember is that you can't be a good person, and you can't be a bad person. From the bottom of the heart gently call: my beloved relatives, my most attached friends, the distance can never be separated from the miss, miss will not have distance. Wish "the sea rises bright moon, the end of the world **** this time" I think of you, you are also the same to invite the moon to send love. Other years and other months, old acquaintances, please remember a lifetime, so that at this moment the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival to witness this precious friendship, and leave eternal memories of it!