Prose: A Night in the Countryside / Li Xingjia
The last rays of the setting sun faded in silence, and the gentle night covered the sky like a curtain curtain. A bright moon hung high in the night sky without a single star, lonely sprinkling silver moonlight. In the moonlight, people in pairs are dragging long shadows, pulling homely routines with happy faces, walking around, and walking into the night of the idyllic countryside...
After a long time in the high-rise buildings in the city, I suddenly missed my hometown in the countryside and the moonlit nights in the countryside.
Winter in the countryside is white.
Standing in front of the window and looking at the winter scenery, listening to the chanting of the wind in the winter, the scenery, the rhyme, who said that winter is desolate? In fact, winter is in the cold wind and frost, accumulating strength, singing white beauty and perseverance in the cold wind.
If the weeping willows in spring are a kind of love sinus, the lotus pond in summer is a kind of love, and the golden harvest in autumn is a kind of maturity, then in the winter of the countryside, these are incredible expectations. Winter in the countryside has an uncomfortable depression, but the winter nights in the countryside have different feelings from other seasons.
Perhaps, because of the "natural selection of things", it is difficult to show their vitality in winter, but it is not weakened by the erosion of the cold, which is the most tacit combination of life and the ethereal of all things in the highest realm.
The moonlit nights in the countryside are charming. It is not necessary to say that the spring night, although it is warm and cold at first, but I have heard the sound of the revival of all things, the jointing and growth of life, and life is conceived at this moment; it is not necessary to say that on the summer night, when the cicadas that have been noisy for a day disappear, the sound of frogs accompanies me into a sweet sleep; not to mention the autumn night, the stars twinkle, and the air is filled with the smell of crops and the joy of harvest. Winter nights in the countryside are also very special. The crooked crescent resembles a sickle, and the round moon resembles a silver plate. The weather is fine, the moon is thin on the night, the moonlight pours down like mercury, the roof is silver, the ground is silver, and the wilderness outside the village is silver, as if the whole earth is shrouded in this silver light, immersed in this silver dream.
As a child, I loved the silver moonlight. As soon as I arrived at the "black moon head", I looked forward to the "moon land". "On the second and third day of the first year, the moon came out to sprinkle a joy", at this time the crescent moon was curved, thin, like a silver hook, and the light was faint and almost like a big bright star, and the stay time was very short. "On the fourth and fifth day of the first month, the crescent bends like a silver sickle", and the earth is paved with a faint layer of silver light, and the real "central moon land" is the middle of the month. When the moonlight faded, the moonlight shone on the night, and I was particularly excited. Of course, it's not just me who is happy, but also my childhood friends. Because, at this time, under this moonlight, we can play games such as "the chicken spirit carries a big knife", "the eagle catches the chicken", "the grunt is bright, the brighter the higher", "The cat is hidden" and so on. In the company of moonlight, we are never afraid of the harsh cold of winter. Wheat straw stacks and threshing grounds are the "battlefields" of our games. Circle around with the friends, sit on the cold ground, hide a shoe under the ass, and quietly transfer from under the ass of this person to the under the butt of another person, there is one person in the middle looking, and the other people shout together "Grunt whistle, brighter and higher", trying to divert his attention, if the shoes are found in whoever is there, who is replaced. If you sit for a long time, you can feel the cold of your ass through the thick cotton pants, then we will change another game, such as "the chicken spirit carries a big knife", which does not need to sit and play. Divide the people involved in the game into two shifts of equal numbers, and then stand seven or eight meters apart, facing two rows of people standing in two rows, each row of people holding hands tightly with each other, waiting for the other party's selected person to rush, if you can't break the line, this person will be "captured", if you knock out the team, the person who is torn open will be taken away. Whichever side has more people left, the side wins.
In the countryside of the 1970s, there was no electricity, and it was pitch black at night. Only at night when the moon hangs high, winter does not seem so long, and it is a time for children to rejoice. And now children, surrounded by computers, online games, mobile phones almost do not leave the hand. The development of the times and the progress of society have made some traditional things disappear long ago, and those traditional games have long been eliminated. But there are new concerns, and some teenagers who are obsessed with online games have become problem teenagers. People can't help but reminisce about the good times of childhood, but unfortunately, time can't be turned back, and we can never go back to the past.
At this time, the moonlight poured through the branches of the roadside without reservation, and the moonlight was soft and soft, like freshly washed satin, like a baby's trickle of skin, slippery. When I looked up, I still saw the kind and soft face of the moon, and I felt that my whole body and mind were wrapped in moonlight, and I felt that it was no longer cold. The moonlight is always mixed with the smell of homesickness and nostalgia. Those wandering wanderers can wander in the rivers and lakes, can withstand the hardships of displacement, can use wine to dispel their sorrows, but it is difficult to give up the feelings brought to them by the moonlight. The moonlight, as clear as water, inadvertently touched their heartstrings. Therefore, even the uninhibited Li Bai could not help but chant "look up at the bright moon and look down at his hometown"; the heroic and dashing Su Shi could not resist the sadness of "every year at the broken intestines, the night of the bright moon, and the short Songgang"; Lin Qingxuan was also willing to warm a pot of moonlight wine and indulge in obscurity. They treasure the moonlight, cherish this heart-stirring song of eternity, because only the moonlight can understand their hearts. I haven't felt this way in a long time, and my steps have become brisk. So, I fell in love with the moonlight of this winter, and fell in love with the mood of this winter.
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