Xie Sicheng: The moonlight in the city

Author: Xie Sicheng, Class 12, Class of 2020, Chengdu Experimental Foreign Chinese School

After returning home from school after the evening study, I felt that the lights were brighter than ever, and I looked up at the round moon, hanging in the deep cloudless night sky. I looked at it carefully, like a jade plate, close at hand, within reach of the roof. As I walked and looked, I felt a jolt of joy in my heart.

I knew the moon as a child because of nursery rhymes. Grandma coaxed me to sleep, and often sang some nursery rhymes, "Thirty nights of the great moon, the robbers enter the house to steal the stone jars, the deaf hear the footsteps, the blind see the wall of the courtyard ...". I slowly calmed down and fell asleep to the rhythm of nursery rhymes and shaking. Later, I learned that there is no moon on the thirtieth day of the lunar calendar. Even if it is not the thirtieth day of the lunar calendar, the moon is rarely seen in the city. Just through poetry, I see the moonlight that has crossed from ancient times. "Chang'an is a month, and ten thousand households are pounding clothes." When people work at night, the moon is the light. "I send my sorrows to the bright moon, and follow the king until the night LangXi." When people miss their relatives and friends, the moon is the messenger. The moon, which once lived next to each other, is now drifting away from us.

Although I rarely saw the moon, I was shocked by the moon twice.

Once in Jorgai. The night sky of the plateau is cloudless, and the stars in the sky are like the crowded lights of the city. The rolling hills and houses in the distance are like black-and-white engravings carved. There was silence all around, the cattle and sheep had long been in the pen, and even the dogs were quiet, as if I was alone, in a dream. Suddenly, the moon came out of the sky, and the whole grassland suddenly became as bright as day, and the surrounding stars lost their brilliance in an instant. The horses in the pen hissed, the dogs began to bark, and tourists from all over, invited by the moonlight, walked out of the felt room and gathered around the campfire to roast chickens and roast sheep, dancing cheerfully and playing guitar. The magician of the moon awakens everything that is frozen in his sleep.

Once at the planetarium. In the telescope, I saw the moon's face up close for the first time. There is no laurel tree, there is no Guanghan Palace, but it is full of "small acne". It was a series of meteors or meteorites that left the moon with bullet-hole-like craters. This beautiful disillusionment, I suddenly had an unforgettable feeling, more than an unsolvable mathematical problem. But the moon never easily shows us this side, in our eyes is always so peaceful, so peaceful, with a bright light to embrace the world. Only then did I understand that in the moonlight like water, there was a metal strength.

Tonight, once again, I was amazed at the moonlight in the city, pouring over my head like a waterfall. With the call of green water and green mountains, in recent years, Chengdu has once again seen the snowy mountains of a thousand years ago, flying past the egret in front of Du Fu's door, and flying over my window again and again.

In front of the moon, everyone is just a passer-by. We should have less complicated desires and more concern for the environment, so that the moonlight is not only silent in Tang poetry and Song Poetry, not only wandering in the plateau desert, but also often illuminating the streets and alleys of the city. To every childhood, leave the dream of Chang'e Jade Rabbit. Illuminate the way forward for everyone who returns home at night.