< h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > three moons are seen</h1>
Author: A mountain night cry Word count: 1523
On this day, I saw three moons, and it was true. It was over the Red Flower Lake Dam, at 7:00 p.m. on May 15th.
Lately, I've been thinking about watching the sunset. I love sitting in the sunset and soaking up the slanted glow.
The place to sit and watch the sunset is the peach plum garden of Safflower Lake.
I hurried to the peach plum garden, and when I arrived at the peach plum garden, the sunset looked like it was about to sink. In the distance, across the lake and mountains, the western sky reflected a bright red light.
When they arrived at the post, Ren's eyes followed, and the sunset was still a little bit of Yin Red, like half a tongue, connected to the black line of the distant mountains. I rode down the downhill path in front of the post to the end of the island, and by the time I stopped, that little bit of Yin Hong had completely gone down. It's a bit of a pity to be late.
I used to sit on the steps of that brick trail and look at the dam, the lake, the peaks, and the sky. The trail goes down, you can approach the waterfront, it is a place for the water, and it is also a place for swimmers to go into the water.
The sun was setting, and the western sky was dark red. The clouds are constantly changing. For a while, it was blown away by the wind, showing a large piece of faint emerald red, lined with a deep blue sky, which was really beautiful. Then, it gradually fades, turns green and gray, and turns black. At this time, the black back of the lake and mountain also appeared.
It was getting dark. From dusk to night, the twilight deepens and becomes heavier little by little, like a large umbrella coming down from the sky, enveloping the white light and calling black to become the protagonist of the night.
The field of vision becomes smaller and eventually falls to the side. Transition to touch, hearing. Hearing, in particular, becomes clear and flexible. At this time, you can completely close your eyes.
You can hear all kinds of sounds in your ears. Near the water, the sound of swimmers hitting the water is heard, and without opening your eyes, you can also feel a little "fishing fire" (with farts) following the swimmers floating on the surface of the water. Rarely heard birds, almost none, probably all returned home, settled down. From time to time there was a bird-like whisper, not sure if it was a bird, a bit like a worm, squeaking, and from time to time there were two sounds, like brothers and sisters were a little crowded when they entered the nest, and it felt like it was coming out of the grass near the water's edge. No frogs heard, it's May. Other than that, it's just the world of insects. Chirping, squeaking, shallow singing and low chanting, this kind of sound is common. I love listening to it. Sometimes in the morning, even in the middle of the afternoon, you can hear it by the grass. A few times, sitting on a step on the slope where the main peach tree was planted, almost at the same time, the sound of insects, like rain, spread throughout the wilderness, making you forget your own existence. It's not that dense today, and it can still be heard clearly. Listen to the night bugs chirping, peace of mind, steady, relaxed, happy, forget the time. Think of the countryside, think of your hometown.
Looking up into the night sky, a few falling stars, a small boat-like moon, appeared over the dam. In fact, the moon existed before dark, because it was too small and shallow to attract attention.
As the black gets darker, the white light becomes conspicuous. I first glanced at it, and a crescent moon shadow flashed. It was a bit of a flicker, forcing me to open my eyes wide and look hard. At this glance, I saw three moons. I was amazed.
The three moth-eyebrow moons, like three half-parentheses tilted to the left, were stacked on top of each other. The upper one is larger, and the lower one is supported by two.
I thought: There can't really be three moons. The more you decide this way, the more you open your eyes to see, the more so, the clearer and more real the three moons become.
It was more than seven o'clock in the evening, and there was an old couple talking on the stone bench. I went over to talk, and I said, I see three moons. The aunt turned to me and said, "You're blind."
I listened, rubbed my eyes vigorously, and looked again, ah, or three.
"In 1Q84, there were two moons floating in the sky." I think of Qingdou in "1Q84" and feel a similar experience with her.
Of course, for me it was just a feeling. For this kind of environment that I like, I like to spend time with them, so to speak, it is a kind of cognition, a kind of life.
I remembered a middle-aged man who came up before the moon set dark, and he swam up, followed by a girl, still in elementary school. They were father and daughter one after the other, talking as they walked, and listening made me laugh.
Girl, "How many trees are there on Red Flower Lake?" ”
Man, "There are mountains and mountains of trees. ”
Girl, "How many mountains are there?" ”
Man, "There are mountains one by one. ”
"Then I ask you," the man asked the girl, "do you know how many hairs there are on a person's body?" The girl replied, "There is a body of hair." ”
Ha ha... Two children.
With a cool breeze, you can feel the hairs of your calves swaying freely. Indescribably cool! I think of two verses,
Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze and winter has snow.
The first time I heard these two poems was when I was in Shanghai, I met a distant friend who wrote me in a letter. When I think about it, it was many years ago.
Seeing three moons may be an illusion. For me, it is a real existence.