Text/Lu Tianfeng (Australia)
In everyone's heart, there is a love for their hometown. Everyone's hometown will have a round moon. On a hazy moonlit night, I walked out of the house alone to enjoy the beauty of the night. In the night sky, a bright moon is like a plate of jade, pouring out a soft silver glow, like a mother's gentle gaze, soothing a homesick child, how many people's homesickness will be aroused by such a night?
Throughout the ages, many literati and inkers have looked at the moon and reverie and sang to the moon. "Tonight the moon is full of people, but I don't know whose house qiu si will fall into?" How much warm and tired love has the moonlight woven, how many ancient stories have been achieved, and how many lovers' livers and intestines have been broken? The moonlight is like silk, shuttling between Chang'e Wu Gang and flowing in the daiwa powder wall; Osmanthus flowers overflowing with fragrance, fine wine brewed from flowers, wafting incense in the Heavenly Palace Que, Guanghan Deep Palace, Fireworks Willow Lane; River Lane Gallery, talented Vince fills the night sky; The beautiful person has a beautiful head with incense, drunk on the willow bank of the Su Causeway light boat breeze... ... people are hometown relatives, the moon is the hometown Of Ming, send a song to the acacia. The mountain, the water, the man; the love, the edge, the thought, gently slid the fingertips of the years, implanted in the heart, and set off countless warmth. The moon in my hometown is bright on the tip of the grass, between the treetops, on the window ledges, in the story of my childhood, in my homesick sleep.
When I was a child, I liked to lie in my mother's arms, looking at the blinking stars and the moon hanging in the sky, the gentle moonlight caressing my face, and the young heart flew around the moon and flew into the distance. The time of my childhood is far away, and I want to travel back to that carefree day, playing under the moon with my friends, playing hide-and-seek, groping under the trees, catching cockroaches in the grass, and lying on the grass together counting the stars in the sky.
Like the years of water, the years of the dragon, the hometown is getting farther and farther away from me, but my heart is getting closer and closer to the hometown. Look up at the bright moon, look down at my hometown, the moon of my hometown is next to me! On the crooked moon, there are childhood dreams, strolling on the beach and floating with the waves. In a faint shimmer, share the hazy dreamy romantic beauty. With the wind, with the flowers, with the snow composed a beautiful chapter.
The moon in my hometown is clean and charming, and its light is always with me. When I am confused in the journey of life and do not know where to go, I am in front of the moon of my hometown; when I am tormented by the troubles of life, I think of the moon of my hometown; when I am proud of the spring breeze, it is the moon of my hometown that worries me. The moon in my hometown is very beautiful, like my mother's smile, always kind in my heart; the moon in my hometown is like an immortal lamp, always illuminating me forward.
The bright moon in my hometown is an indelible memory. She is as clear as water for people who grew up in the countryside, and the simple feelings rooted in the heart inspire people to yearn for a better life. In the warm aftertaste, always remember the authenticity of the black earth that once bathed in the grace of the bright moon. Although the hometown has long been silent in the deserted and empty old house, there are still white-haired and pale-faced old people waiting on the land of the old garden, waiting for the wanderers in the distance to meet happily every full moon night.
The night in a foreign land is beautiful, very beautiful, the falling leaves pass away with the wind, the ancient music comes from the distance, I have passed a lonely day again, how many times have I been this night, who sighed softly on the windowsill, who looked at the lone lamp outside the window, who had long been in tears and misty eyes; sleepless people at the end of the world. In the dream, I heard the flowers blossoming and falling, and I woke up to the fact that things are not human; the tears that fell and the songs that were sung once were left with only a person's worries. Who can see through my sorrow, who can see through my pain, who knows that behind my smile is the boundless sadness? Who knows everything? Hidden sorrow, wandering hearts, chaotic years, hometown, when will you return to your arms.
I love the moonlight of my hometown, no matter where I go, what I like is always the sky and moonlight of my hometown. Then, let me be on the other side of the ocean, holding up a glass of wine full of moonlight, and drinking away the thoughts of my hometown.
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【About the Author】Lu Tianfeng (pen name: Tianfeng), a native of Texas, Shandong, is a pilot in the Air Force, and has graduated from the Twelfth Flight Academy of the Air Force and the Air Force Command College. Based in Sydney, Australia, he is currently the Executive Vice Chairman and Secretary General of the Australian Chinese Federation. Freelance writer, journalist, works have been published in newspapers, magazines, radio stations and micro-periodicals at home and abroad for many times. He is the author of the essay collection "The River of Hearts Flowing Quietly".
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