Wen | Han Shuxia
"Stealing a floating life for half a day", on weekend afternoons, suddenly arrived, go to the Three Kingdoms Cultural Square. Arriving at the destination, inexplicably robbed by someone of two sentences, the mood fell to the freezing point. Walk alone and enjoy the loneliness you have been missing for a long time.
Walking east along the lakeside, there are not many tourists at the moment. I walked aimlessly. "Teacher Han, do you have time to come here and visit?" A call pulled me back from my thoughts back to reality, and I hurriedly replied, "Ah, yes, you also come to exercise ha ha?" Looking up, the mask could not hide the laughter and enthusiasm of the other party. I'm ashamed that I took a quick look at Baidu in my head and didn't remember who it was. She went on to say, "I'll go over there and you'll walk slowly." "Okay," I waved my hand at her, and I went on.
The sunset sprinkled on the lake, the ripples of fish scales glowed with a little golden light, and inexplicable sadness flooded the heart. Remembering the sweat that has been sprinkled on the white ground over the years, the persistence of gritting teeth, it is easily ignored...
A melodious piece of music wafted in, like a gentle hand, pulling me back from self-pity. According to the prestige, in the small pavilion in the northeast corner, there are three old people, playing the saxophone, and the sound of this heavenly sound comes from there. There was no audience except for me. I stood silently, the sound was like a breeze, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of jasmine, blowing through the heart field, and I slowly calmed down.
It's almost dusk, the wind is slightly cool, don't take the car, go back. This distance is about three kilometers, and you can also see the scenery along the road while walking. All the way through the newly built community, the greening is doing well. The best thing is that after walking for hundreds of meters, the welcome matsushita of the Xiyuan community planted a large piece of iris, which was just in bloom at the moment. Bright flowers, petals as thin as cicada wings, the wind blows, like a flock of butterflies flying. The yellow iris symbolizes the eternal friendship and enthusiasm and cheerfulness. Suddenly remembering that Iris was Sister Yan'er's favorite, I took a few photos in a hurry to record this beautiful scenery.
Getting up and continuing to hurry, at this moment, the sunset hung quietly in the western sky, big and round, solemn, and the noisy car sounds around me seemed to be far away from me, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace and chase the sunset forward. "The sunset is infinitely better, but it is nearly dusk," as if in an instant, the sunset disappeared, leaving only a trace of residual red.
After the traffic lights, there is a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes around the corner. Cooled down, felt a little chill, bought a piece of sweet potato to treat himself. Holding a little hot sweet potato, uncovering a little skin, the sweet fragrance struck, couldn't help but take a sip, tired and unhappy ran to the cloud of nine clouds. Oh, as if there is no problem that a piece of hot roasted sweet potato can't solve.
Go, go, go, I don't know when, the moon has risen, a large jade disk, between the two buildings, so quietly watching me, this late spring evening seems to warm up, drop the roasted sweet potato, raise the mobile phone, pat ...
"There are always some people who are gentle like the moon, rubbing their whole lives, shaking, and gently scattering the moonlight on the ground." Enjoying the moonlight, I feel how happy I am at this moment!
"The moon will not run to you, you will run to her."
Picking up a piece of moonlight is enough to polish your eyes. And the temperature of this moonlight may come from an unexpected warm greeting, may come from a melodious piece of music, or a fleeting sunset, a mess of flowers, a hot roasted sweet potato...
The moonlight of Chengtian Temple once warmed the depressed Su Shi, and the bright moon in his hometown once comforted countless wanderers who wandered away from home. And tonight this piece of moonlight makes me intoxicated in the haze.
I'd like to, share it with you...
Han Shuxia, female, is a member of the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Association, a member of the Dezhou Writers Association, a certified poet of China Poetry Network, and an editor of Sunshine Poetry. The poems have been published in Selected Essays, Liaoning Youth, Shandong Poetry, Shandong Workers Daily, Dezhou Daily, and various online platforms.
One point number Jade River Weilan