Whoever first sees the moon on the riverbank, and the year when the river moon shines on the first person

"Bright Moon" | text: Wang Fan

"Who first sees the moon on the riverbank, and when the river moon shines in the first year"

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Tonight, I try to make myself perfect, like the bright moon. Sitting in the room, facing the bright moon, my heart has been flashing with inexplicable thoughts, that thought is like a fleeting meteor, making you think that the starlight in the sky is clearly extinguished, and when you look up, it seems to be a pearl in a trance.

Of course, there is no pearl, there is only a bright moon in mid-air, it is like a huge eye, hiding a mysterious light, making people in the quiet, with unspeakable tremors, my soul is often afraid of this almost strong light.

A philosopher once said that when a person is immersed in an illusion, he will take the vague taste of the illusion as a real sprinkle. A year ago, on a night almost as mysterious as tonight, there was a bright moon, and my head was almost manipulated by wine to become the realm of what the philosophers said.

There were many people who drank that time, and I was supposed to be a hilarious person, but I don't know what force made me a "random drunkard" that night. It is really strange that people often have the original desire to be out of the desire for entertainment, but in the end they make it a part of their own pain. The moonlight that night was so good that it covered every person with a red glow like a light veil, and we seemed to be driven by a mysterious force that automatically became prisoners of wine.

If everyone wants to be a wine fairy like Li Bai, fighting wine, singing wildly to the heavens, swinging into poetry, and splashing ink into a piece, it is a blasphemy against wine, and it is also a disrespect for Mingyue, although I myself also love to write poetry. But we did just that, and of course I was in a different state of mind than the others, others drank to get drunk, and I drank to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness, and when my spill was empty, I left it empty, but when it was half full, I hated it half full.

Whether the bright moon that night was very round, I have forgotten, in the drunken haze, I suddenly found that the moonlight is ancient and layered, "all things are self-sufficient", if everyone can concentrate on watching, the conjugates also have the same moonlight interest as you, you will feel that they do not have unfulfilled wishes. I remember when I was saying, "Give me the bright moon, I will challenge the night," and then I don't know anything.

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After waking up, I had a headache, since then, I have a vague sense of shock to the moonlight, and the feeling of chagrin cannot be calmed for a long time, but I want to forget that it is a form of freedom, just like tonight when the moon falls into the depths of the soul, I become very quiet, not to mention, people always love self-pity in the bright moon, especially people in a bad mood, they are more likely to make mistakes, "to the shadow into three people", "to dance to clear the shadow", there is no need to pretend, they are all touched and sent.

Closing your eyes, Tang Zhang Ruoxuan's brilliant "Spring River Flowers and Moonlit Nights" always rushes to the shore like a tide, "The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born together..." These wet verses will penetrate your dry heart, let you feel the excitement that you have forgotten, and you can't help but feel the soul; the volume of whispers and the wisps of confusion. Taking off the heavy shell of the years, your heartbeat and the rhythm of the poems in the moonlight overlap and collide, you may ask like a teenager: who on the riverbank first saw the moon, what year did the river moon shine at the beginning of the people, life generations are infinite, coal months are only similar every year", lamenting that life is short, and every year is easy to pass away, as if the topic of worry that the world no longer pays attention to is placed in front of you again, so that you can't help but repeat this ancient doubt, what is the universe, what is life? Don't whiteten the head of the teenager, empty and sad.

The world has entered a colorful era, the pace of the times is moving forward, the noise is chaotic, and the bright moon seems to be contaminated and no longer as bright as before. The cuckoo cries blood, "I don't know where to go, it is better to go back" but you are dazed and do not know where to go, where the road is, but no matter day or night, whose soul is no longer wandering? But only this moonlight can make you wake up and dream, with your own hands, holding your soul, listening to yourself, confirming yourself.

The changes of the times may make the moonlight and the psalms submerged in the brilliance of the lights, the pastoral scenery can only be reproduced in Tao Yuanming's world, perhaps tomorrow is destined to come, last night the west wind carved green trees, alone on the tall buildings, but can not see the end of the world. Even if you want to "carry the culture", it is still difficult, and it cannot always bridge the rupture of language and infiltrate the dry rope of thinking. But I think that as long as you wash yourself in the bright moon, in the time of eternal flow, only the shell of the soul is lost, leaving a pure heart, and taking a nap under the bright moon, tomorrow's road, the steps will be more stable and powerful.

For, on days without a bright moon, we cannot reach the dawn except by the road through the night.

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Pseudonym: Wang Fan. He likes the text form of poetry, prose, and essays, and is not good at arranging and setting character appearances

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