The moon hanging in my heart

On the summer night of my childhood, I leaned close to my mother and looked at the scyck hanging in the sky. I asked my mother curiously: What is hanging in the sky? Mother pointed at the moon in the sky and said: the scyck hanging in the sky is called the Moon. Never point at it. Be careful that the scyck cuts off your ears. I climbed on my mother’s legs and looked into the sky along my mother’s fingers. My little hands couldn’t help covering my ears. For the first time, I was surprised to find that it was really like a scyle. I looked at the moon curiously, and it also looked at me curiously. I took a few steps forward, and it also took a few steps forward; I stepped back, and it also stepped back; I stopped, and it also stopped motionless, as if staring at me tightly, trying to cut my ears. I was frightened and hurriedly hid in my mother’s arms. Mother said: not afraid! Not afraid! The moon can only cut the ears of bad people. You are a good baby. It doesn’t cut your ears. It is hiding cats and cats with you. My mother looked at me with loving eyes, with a smile hanging on the corners of her mouth. From then on, in my young heart, I had a reverence for the moon and hid it in my heart for many years. I grew up with me all the time, it is just like a seed dropped from the ground by accident, which sprouted slowly and grew leaves slowly. The moon was like a warm nurse all the year round. Every sunny night, she always looked at me step by step until I grew up day by day. In order to keep my ears, I had been trying hard to be a good child in my childhood, not letting my ears cut like the moon with a scyle. Therefore, the moon and I seem to be good friends, but I still dare not point at it. I can only look at the moon from a distance, talk with my eyes and communicate with my heart. As I grew up day by day, I gradually forgot the thing that the moon cut my ears, so I began to be naughty and often played some jokes. I found that the moon was also very tolerant and never cut my ears. Later, I went to school and learned many things about heaven from books. The moon is the closest star to human beings, so it looks the largest and brightest; The Big Dipper is like a never-extinguished beacon lamp, hanging stubbornly in the north of the night sky, pointing the direction for those who lost their course …… there are also some things that even their parents have never heard. I gradually understood the truth that the tide has ups and downs, and the moon has a shortage. But I won’t forget that summer night when my mother led me to know the moon. The scyck in my childhood was always hanging in my heart, telling me the truth of being a man all the time. It still looks as bright and bright as before, as quiet and approachable as before. As long as I close my eyes, I can sketch its appearance. I am your loyal fan, the moon in my heart. I like the moon, but I can’t explain the reason. Maybe, as long as you like it, you don’t need any reason. Because I am happy with the moon, I have written many poems and proses about it, praising its state of being pure and pure, elegant and peaceful, and having no struggle with the world. I often look up at it silently in the dead of night. It seems that my heart has already followed. I feel that although it is so far from the Earth, it is so close to me, because the moon is hanging in my heart. I like the moon, maybe because it accompanied my childhood, maybe because it made my childhood full of dreams, maybe because of its curved crescent moon, like a kind fairy with an eternal smile on the corner of her mouth, she is so amiable, respectable and lovely. I once had a dream that I became the moon, hanging in the night sky of dreams and smiling at all people. I know that this is just my hope, a good wish that I love the moon. Because people in childhood always have some over-fantasy dreams, young people always have some naive dreams, young people always have some persistent dreams, and old people have some childlike dreams, in fact, dreams are also the best comfort to one’s heart. The moon once made me have many dreams, and also made me understand dreams. Dream is the thought that everyone has; Dream is the reason why life gains the most and loses the most. Maybe dreams are so unreal to anyone, and maybe dreams are so luxurious to anyone. Many people are desperately running on the road of life for dreams, and some are struggling painfully on the road of life for dreams. Because the influence of dreams on anyone is endless and untouchable. Throw the most beautiful memory in happiness and see how much dreams give to people? Some people may get more, some may get less, and some may get nothing. Heaven is so unfair! I miss the pure moon in my childhood, sometimes it is not to trace the past years, because I am a little old, looking at the slanting rain outside the glass window, the phoenix tree in the dim yellow light shadow on the street, I always want to write all the wet past into the wind, the past events blown by the wind page by page, the worries that I refuse to edit one after another, and many memories of life have no reason, as long as I can taste the taste of life, realizing the clarity between fingers, why should we care about the bitterness of details? There are many roads in the world, and only by walking can we understand them, so many emotions emerge.

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