At night, at home, to many relatives, in order to avoid trouble, I to hundreds of meters apart sister home to rest. To my sister's home from home, to walk through a single row house courtyard Gallery, and then along the half a square pond go, finally turn into an alley, go on a few steps, then to the door. Most of the roads paved with cement, fairly easy, is a bit dark alleys, stone road rugged.
At four in the morning bell, the telephone rang, told me to get up my sister. My sister said that the wind light dew is heavy, told me to put on a thick coat. I use cold water to lightly touch eyes, slightly awake, picked up the torch and walked outside travel tea mug.
Outside, moonlight as snow, a bright. I follow as snow as moonlight, gently knocking the door of the long sealed memory window.
Childhood moonlight, like tonight, clear, such as such as flocculation. In my childhood, always thought that the moon is a also a gentle rain, rippling my joy, full of my dream, moistens my heart......
Lang was the moon, is the happiest moment of children. At that time, the village is no electricity, the night the room was dark, after dinner, the children don't have the patience to stay at home, always have continued to go running outside, together, have fun together. In a radius of several tens of meters on the playground, some people form a circle is a kind of recreation. Later, people like what join what games can also be a new start, another game. Too much time is Huan, a variety of games with the debut, blind man touched the elephant, rope skipping, hopscotch, hide and seek, the eagle catches chicken... Laugh and play sound As one falls. Interested in girls, also follow the old learning to sing folk songs. Several elder brother together, put a cow brother like singing folk songs, know "Liu Sanjie" absent. "What you are the mountain plum birds, so I was the hunter mountain." That the conquest of beauty aspirations in the mountains echoed. Erhu youth, always sitting in the moonlight according to place, playing alone, soft music as flat brook, to spread across the square, the bottom of my heart, flowing to the farther. The flute boy, always when all silent, sit in the audience by the log outside hospital built along the upper, toward the moon, squint eyes, blowing I don't understand the song, a. The sound of the flute melodious, and the moonlight, passion. At this time, the world in silence to listen. How many childhood night, I looked on the sound of the flute to fall asleep, wake up in the morning, as if it is still lingering in the ear.
When the morning light moonlight, GDV fine wines my father and I got up. The father gave the cow mowing. I read, write in the night. Read "Sanwei bookstore", learn to young Lu Xun gets up early every day, also want to grow up to be a writer like Lu Xun, admired for posterity. Then read the words of Lu Xun: "there was no road in the world, people walk more, they became the way." Take it as the true saying, to go a different way of life to others. See "sixteen years ago" moved by memories, as between the lines of the truth, again and again, tears. Also remember Li Dazhao for his children's teachings: "school to learn a practical, to play a good." This sentence has been affecting the growth of I.
A teenager in the moonlight, like tonight, clear, as cotton such as v.. Then I, outside the school, a holiday to return to the village, the moonlight gently embrace me, consoles me lonely and sad. At that time, the moonlight give me confused, also give me a dream.
I always moved a chair, a person, quietly sitting in the moonlight, watching the scattered stars. I have learned to think, learn to look forward to, but also learn to lose. Is years growth will I become a always melancholy and moody teenager. The moon is far distant night, accompany me to listen to a song and a song; is the distant moon distant night sky, with great care to pick up my young mind, hidden in her heart; but also that the distant moon distant sky, again and again to guide my trek. I will give others the promise, is handed over to the custody of the moon; I will promise to myself, packed in bags. A moon, a journey, I had to go forward, willing to do a wayward youth. The moonlight have how long, I will go far, I said to myself. I also once by moonlight, sway the love letter has not sent thousands of lines.
Tonight, I went back to my hometown, moon, clear, a snow cream. The moonlight scenery, is not that touch kind.
The growth of the price, after constantly has also continued to lose. Childhood partners, have time to give a new life; c, now far apart from each other, and no audio,; some pain I love my family, is to go through their life journey, now to shine in the moonlight place lying. Today night, only empty, dull, desolate moon. The passage of time, take a lot of the once beautiful, and leave me lonely, lonely in this familiar way, feeling sad Burgundy wine.
A moon, a section of the road, a ventral heart. Tonight I miss moonlight, good students.