For a month

I like moonlit nights. I have a special liking for the moon, which comes from my childhood. On a moonlit night, my mother would move the spinning wheel to the yard. I sat in my mother’s arms, shouting to help her shake the spinning wheel. My mother couldn’t beat me, so she asked me to shake, then let me lie in her arms and tell me the stories of Wu Gang, Chang ‘e and Jade Rabbit. In my memory, my mother always had this story, but I never got tired of listening to it. The spinning wheel was buzzing. My mother sat in the moonlight and told her story, spinning cotton, threads and soft moonlight, which made me sleep soundly in her arms …… the moonlit night, my father pricked a broom in the moonlight. My father’s hands are very clever and fast. A pile of scattered sorghum stalks turned into delicate brooms without much effort. I never disturb my father, who often used to use sickles and cut sorghum straws when he pricked a broom. The scyck was flying in my father’s hand, and the cold light was shining in the moonlight. My father was afraid of hurting me and never let me approach. My father took these tied brooms to the market, sold the money, and bought home oil, salt, soy vinegar, matches, kerosene for lighting and so on. In my memory, every time my father came back from the fair, he never forgot it. He brought it back to me, the fried dough sticks or fried bread I loved. On moonlit nights, sometimes I didn’t want to stay at home, so I pestered my sister and asked her to take me out to play. I remember that at that time, my sister organized a literary propaganda team. On a moonlit night, they rehearsed the program on the mound of the production team. I watched the program for a while, and ran crazily under the moonlight for a while. Tired and sleepy, I fell asleep lying on the mound. My elder sister and her rehearsed the program very late. Every time, it was my elder sister who carried me back home with a deep sleep …… the memory of childhood and month, seems only these. Tonight months. The rare full moon night, the moonlight, shone the night like the day. I like this moonlit night. After dinner, I stood on the open playground of the factory, in the soft moonlight, with imagination. Yeah! I haven’t seen the moonlight for a long time. The moonlight tonight is really good! The gloomy mood in the past few days is also getting better with the moonlight. I looked up at the sky and stared at the round moon. I tried my best to search for the memories related to the moon in my childhood. Now, there are only these. And these are only related to mother, father, elder sister and relatives in hometown. Others have already been forgotten. 2014-8-23 day and night zhucheng⊙ this year, I was far away from my hometown and came to this strange city. I work hard. Loneliness and loneliness are always accompanied by me. This year, I learned to surf the Internet and chat with QQ. But I don’t like chatting. I just want to stroll in the space and watch the dynamics of my friends. In this year, sometimes I didn’t say a word for many days. It’s not that I don’t want to say it, nor that I don’t want to say it, but that I am really speechless in the face of this world. In this year, I condensed my loneliness, my loneliness, my bitterness and happiness, my thoughts and thoughts into sour words and published them in QQ space to amuse myself. This year, a sleepless night, I was idle and bored, wandering in the space. Say hello to you! It seemed that I suddenly stepped into the warm spring from the cold winter. This year, I, who had never been fond of talking and laughing, suddenly had a bright face. The workers looked at me strangely, saying that I had changed my appearance. This year, my ears often echo, your sweet greetings. This year, I, who hated chatting, changed my normal state. After dinner, open QQ and wait for you. This year, I seem to have a lot of words to say to you, but I can’t finish it. This year, the sky was so blue. Countless nights, I looked up at the starry sky, looking for the star that belongs to you …… this year, suddenly one day, I asked myself, was I dreaming? To be a crazy dream? This year, I suddenly realized that although dreams and wakefulness are closely linked, there is still a certain distance. This year, I went back to the past, back to loneliness, back to loneliness. This year, I swear that I will try my best not to miss you! In this year, I gave up my constant yearning, but I always drifted to the city where you are …… 2014-8-15 night Zhucheng praise (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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