If someone asks you: Which is rounder, the moon of the United States or the moon of China?
In fact, in real life, such questions generally do not exist. Because, today, when astronomical knowledge has been popularized to thousands of households, such an old-fashioned question is known to women and children, who is so naïve to ask again?
When most people say this, their tone is already unwavering, and they are satirizing those who worship foreigners, laughing at their loneliness and ignorance.
Now I have come to a distant foreign land, when night falls, in the dead of night, looking at the moon hanging high in the sky, knowing that the moon is still the same moon, but the mood is completely different. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that the moon in front of me was really different from the moon I saw in my hometown.
Although, I often see the round moon in my hometown. It was the same high hanging in the sky, round, bright, and quiet. But the environment when admiring the moon is different, and the mood is completely different. At that time, I was surrounded by familiar people, a lot of relatives and friends, lively and lively, talking and laughing, and I never felt as lonely and lonely as today.
Now, admiring the moon in a foreign country, while watching, my heart fluctuates and my imagination flutters. I have never had a special mental journey, while admiring the moon, I am sentimental.
When I was admiring the moon in the United States, I was far away from my homeland, far from my homeland, and it was a quiet night all around, and there was no other sound except for the occasional birdsong. The busy traffic of my hometown has become a distant memory, and the greetings of relatives and friends can only be transmitted through WeChat.
was concentrating on admiring the moon, when suddenly there was a series of rapid birdsong in his ears, and for some reason a group of birds were alarmed, screamed and flew up, and flew into the distance with a hula hula.
I envy the winged birds so much that I can go wherever I want. You don't need to buy a plane ticket, let alone a visa, go through customs, or get a passport, if you want to leave, you just need to spread your wings, beat up and down hard, and soar into the sky. How chic, how free, soaring in the blue sky, easily reaching the distance.
And I could only be stunned, staring blankly, looking from afar, until I couldn't see it, still in a daze, staring into the distance. It is said that human beings are advanced animals, but in fact, many times human beings are high-eyed and low-handed, "looking at birds and sighing".
The moon has always been carefree, quietly hanging in the sky. She seems to be very aware of the joys and sorrows of the world, and things change from star to star. She just silently guards you, never speaks, never expresses feelings, never absences, never absenteeism.
Every month will be on a certain day at the beginning of the lunar calendar, uninvited, at first like a bright bow, and then become bigger and bigger, the fifteenth day is the roundest. Then it will become smaller and smaller, becoming a waning moon, and it will slowly disappear completely at the end of the lunar month.
In the evening, when the sun sets, the moon will surely come on time. It rises slowly from the east and sets slowly to the west.
Hundreds of millions of years have passed, and she has accompanied us human beings with the sun and many planets, shining brightly, reflecting all living beings, rejoicing and sorrowing with us. She clearly records the changes of time and the development of the times. She selflessly spreads light to the world, illuminates the way forward for people in the darkness, and points out the way forward for those who are lost.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I thought of a famous poem describing the bright moon. The great poet Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty wrote "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night", every word and sentence in it seems to be just like his state of mind at this moment.
Drum to break the pedestrian
The sound of a goose in Bian Qiu
Dew from tonight white
The moon is the hometown of Ming
There are brothers who are scattered
No home asks about life and death
The length of the book is not reached
There is no truce
In this not very peaceful world, it is undoubtedly very, very lucky that I can enjoy the moon quietly. Over the age of sixties, whether in his hometown or in another country:
The bright moon shines on my heart, and my heart is still calm.
The silver light reflects the white hair, as if in a dream.
It's a sunny day again, it's almost evening, and the sun is setting. I stood quietly in the evening breeze, watching the brilliant sunset on the horizon slowly swim with the wind, flying all over the sky, and the clouds rolled up.
A bright moon rose quietly in the sky again, and the sky slowly darkened. When night fell, the night was dark, the moonlight was like water, and I was also intoxicated by the vast and beautiful moonlight haze.