Memory in childhood moon

The childhood moon in my memory is bright and delicate, revealing a kind of warm and hazy beauty, which is just like the pure beauty that can not be said clear or unknown when the young girl’s buds first burst. Although the belly was not full at that time, when the moon came to the night, it became the world of children, three or five groups, three or two groups, under the moon in early spring, the group chased after the group, and the group drove them away. They were covered in sweat and threw the cotton-padded jacket unwittingly. They had already disappeared when they remembered it. Therefore, under the moonlight of spring night, the shouts of someone who saw my cotton-padded jacket came often echoed. The summer moon is the moon of adults and children. On the top of the village, under the big tree and by the small river, there are groups of people in all cool places, regardless of men and women, most of whom are covered with wheat straw, broken mat, lying or sitting, listening to my grandfather Hou Zhenhai telling stories, children often forget the hot summer night and the bites of mosquitoes. Wherever he went, there would be 40 to 50 people. Grandpa once worked as a worker in Hongshan Coal Mine in Zibo. He had seen Pu Songling’s tomb and knew many stories about Liaozhai. Therefore, Fox, Monster and so on poured into our ears from Grandpa’s mouth. Grandpa praised the fox fairy so beautiful. It was consistent that sometimes I thought it would be better if I met one when I walked alone on the road. The moon in September is the best moon. It was the autumn harvest season, working in the production team during the day, and the sweet potato could only be cut and dried at night. So a piece of clear light poured on the pale gray white frost, reflecting the shouting of the slope. The sweet potato rice seedlings in the production team were laid in the slope, and they were busy during the day. Only at night could they have free time to transport to the field. Often before dinner, the whistle of the captain shook the thick magnetic bowl: pull the sweet potato rice dumplings at night, and the tofu skin in the team is muddled! Wow! Therefore, I no longer eat dried sweet potato pancakes that I can’t bite at home, pickles that I can’t swallow, and black sweet potato noodles. My heart has long been smeared by that delicious, the sweet tofu skin was scratchy. The field under the moonlight showed a piece of seclusion. With a shout, it could be heard in ten li and eight villages. But dozens of people often came, shouting and shouting, and the field under the moonlight was also hot in the sun. Adults use shoulder poles to carry, while children pull up a group and leave. People are small and have nothing to worry about. Anyway, they feel that they can work well in the team. If you get half a praise from the captain, you will jump back to the ground like a rabbit, and you will have to do more than other children. When the moon fell asleep, the captain announced the end of work. At this time, the person who was specially responsible for cooking paste had already lifted the hot pot lid, and a special smell of tofu skin and corn flour was mixed into our internal organs, hook the worm so long. Drink! Everyone rushed up, grabbed the bowl and scooped it up. They casually found a place to squat and drank it. That incense, is this the only time in a year? Drink one bowl after another, you still want to drink it when you drink it into your throat! The Wind in the north brought ice and snow to the moon in winter. The stove couldn’t be lit at home, and I couldn’t sleep when lying down. Therefore, as long as there was a moon at night, it became the world of children again. Hide-and-seek, play games, kick shuttlecock, sing Beijing Opera, and go home only when the whole body is soaked. The cold bed feels particularly comfortable because of the dryness-heat of the body. When I woke up, I often went to school hurriedly by stepping and pulling my shoes. The teacher would surely ask: have you played for another night? After Don’t permission. But when it came to the Moonlight, the shouting of rushing and killing, and the eternal childish voice shook the cold moon again. Time flies. Today’s Moon is already a lonely moon. No matter in cities or villages, adults are busy with their livelihood, children are busy with their homework, and everyone is in a hurry. Even if it is like silver and snow, how many childish laughters are there in the moonlight? 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