Autumn essay, different moonlight

Autumn essay, different moonlight

Yue Feng

The moonlight of the city drowned in bars, under neon lights, and in the bustling streets.

It was dark, and before night had fully fallen, the lights on the street were on. Rows of street lights stood on both sides of the road like sentries guarding the guard.

The night in town begins with the street lights turned on. The street lights are on, night is falling, and people who work all day come out for a walk. They take a walk to soothe and revitalize the bones and bones, and release the pressure of work. Young men and women come out to take a look, visit the night market, shop and taste the special snacks of the roadside stalls; there is music not far away, the neon lights on the street are twinkling; and the bars are bustling with the arrival of the night. The sound of guessing fists, the sound of cups, and the shouting of the waiter to serve the food render the night in the city bustling, psychedelic, and vibrant. The moon hung silently on the dark blue sky, and the white moonlight caressed the roof, caressed the courtyard, and caressed the faces of everyone on the street. Who feels the presence of moonlight in these busy or idle footsteps...

The night in the countryside is idyllic, and when the last rays of sunset in the West disappear behind the mountains, the night in the countryside comes.

Farmers return from the fields. The lights in the house were on, the food on the table was steaming hot, and the family was gathered. Dog barking outside the house. The unworldly child was playing hide-and-seek in the moonlight, throwing sandbags, catching sparrows, suddenly hearing the call of his mother, and running home.

In summer, when the moon is shining, the adults and children of the whole village gather at the mouth of the East Wind. Adults shake fans, parents are short, and children play, chase, and play.

A few people string the door after dinner. Good people gather together to sniff melon seeds, smoke two cigarettes, lala, chat. How about the harvest of the Zhang family, the Li family will marry a daughter next month...

On busy farming days, the night in the countryside is boiling. Especially on moonlit nights, the croppers are diligent day and night. What impressed me the most was the night of the autumn harvest. Parents harvest during the day and play at night. The rice paddy was cut, the mill rolled round and round on the rice handle, making a creaking and rubbing sound, and the father's long cow trumpet resounded throughout the village, high-pitched and long. The moon hangs in the middle of the sky, looking down on the earth, silently spreading the clear light. This radiance sprinkled in the wilderness, on the paths, on the haystacks, on the rice paddies, on the backs of the cattle, on the shoulders of the fathers, on every corner of the country, into every inch of darkness that could be reached.

The mill stopped and started. The whole family came to the rice paddy one after another. Mom and Dad shake straw, the eldest sister and the second sister beat the grass stacks, the eldest brother sweeps the field, the fourth sister clears the edge, and the younger brother is on the fork grass. The family worked together and was busy. The moon in the middle of the sky quietly watched the family, while spreading the clear light, while filming this warm scene into black and white and projecting on the earth of the autumn night.

Late at night, the sisters were all asleep, the father sprinkled the rice into the sky with a hammer, and the mother used a broom to gently drip away the floating grass on the rice. The field was not finished, the wind stopped, and my father laid a grass bunk and slept peacefully. The moon touched her father's forehead tenderly, caressed her feet, which had not been washed due to exertion, gently, gently, gently, like a mother comforting her own child with anguish. In the rice field, the father's even snoring sounded in an instant...

The busy night of farming, the moon in the countryside is a kind of tiredness, this tiredness is the reluctance of a cropper, a yearning of parents in the hometown, and an extension of the daytime labor time.

The moonlight in the countryside is the same as the moonlight in the city, and it is different.

(August 15, 2020)