< h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" > mid-autumn moon dawn</h1>
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" > Jiang Jianhua</h1>
(i)
The night is sprinkled with a cool glow, and today's moon once illuminated which ancient person.
A talented man who looks up at the bright moon, or a homeless wanderer, raises a glass to the shadow tonight. The osmanthus flowers in the moon fell for several seasons, and Chang'e's lonely cold palace, who took the fallen flowers, gently picked them up, and then buried them, buried without leaving a trace of time.
In that cool light, were there any undried teardrops.
(ii)
The ancients and modern people are like that river of spring water, from spring to autumn, until the water is thin and cold or becomes ice, there is no sign of vividness, the bright moon at this time, who raised the wine glass again, when the song is to the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle, speechless choking, or tears silent.
Whoever moved the moonlight of my youth, that moonlit night, the light as soft as the spring breeze, who indulged in that mysterious light, the green smile overflowing the eighteen-year-old night sky, the eighteen-year-old, the eighteen-year-old moonlight, and the rain was as emotional as the rain, but there was no longer the sky, the light of those moonlit nights and the rain floating in the sun.
(iii)
The vivid laughter and temperature in those moonlights have been sealed in another century, you are under the distant moon, like a mummy, sleeping in that distant nostalgia, tonight's moon illuminates the poets of the Tang Dynasty, the figure that is still wandering in the autumn wind, and also the hometown and youth that have long died, the immortal, only the osmanthus tree of Chang'e, sprinkled with fragrance at night, moisturizing the teardrops of poets who have fallen from ancient times and today.
The moon is round, the night is infinitely good, who has raised the shining golden cup, the night and night song, the years are like songs, songs to wine.
(iv)
The crop that was born in the field survived season after season.
Whoever planted the crops, I ate them all, and still did not find the dead nostalgia.
Raise the wine glass, carrying the grain, the soul of this grain, in the night of the moon, can you wake up the soul of the dead, as if drunk and awake, drunk and dreaming of death, I have done a lot of things, toil, raise a glass, look at the moon, dream, and do more things, raise a glass to invite the bright moon, dream, and wake up again, so busy and busy, exhausted all their lives, can not save the little fragrance of the osmanthus flower.
Night and night, night and night, blue crystal moonlight, a little silent tears.
Not to say strong, not to say desolate, only the moonlight, bright and dangling.
(5)
Night, crows, vultures, black and shining, who in this bright black, find, a lost and regained moon.
Whoever borrowed me some moonlight to illuminate the homeland and youth, let the shadows of every thing disappear in the night, the extinguished fire, the excess wind, the emptiness left behind, the instant abundance.
O night shadows that spread over the mountains, who are running, who are shouting, who are alive, who are dead, dying on that warm moonlit night that does not know the taste of sorrow.
2021.9.5 Fengsheng Dai wrote it down
Jiang Jianhua, pen name Fengsheng, Ruye, Shandong Dongping people. Graduated from the Department of Tai'an Teachers' College Chinese, he is a student of the Young Writers Advanced Research Class of Zhejiang Writers Association. His works have been published in Shandong Literature, Selected Essays, Children's Literature, Prose Poetry World, Yanhe, Junma, Prose Poetry, Writers Daily, China Youth Daily, Tai'an Daily, etc. He has won the China Academy of Arts Essay Award, the Dunhuang Essay Outstanding Works (Xie Mian as the Preface), the Third Prize of the Purple Xianghuai Cup National Network Literature Competition (Jia Pingwa as a consultant, Li Guoping, a judge of the Contradiction Literature Award, as the judge), the Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House, the Huacheng Publishing House, the third prize of the Junma Cup National Essay Contest, the Wuhan Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Department, the Cultural and Tourism Bureau "Acura New Era Praise Great Wuhan" Essay Excellence Award, and so on