Shajiabang's Moonlight Prose Essay

That year, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, after finishing official business in Wuxi, we drove to Shajiabang.

Shajiabang is famous entirely because of the drama of the same name. Speaking of which, the people of Shajiabang should be grateful to Jiang Qing. It was she who adapted "Ludang Fire" into "Shajiabang". She sang it for more than ten years. She sang Shajiabang and influenced our generation. Let us There is always such a complex in the subconscious mind, lingering in the mind and lingering.

We stayed at the Aqingsao Hotel. It is said to be a big hotel, but it is actually a family hotel run by local farmers. It is surrounded by water on three sides and loosely surrounded by reeds. In a color that is not completely withered, the warm-colored three-story building gives people a soft and warm feeling. The water of Yangcheng Lake gently slapped the stone foundation under the corner of the house, making a subtle sound. That sound suddenly reminded me of Aqing's wife deliberately throwing things into the lake in order to report the news to Guo Jianguang and others hiding in the reeds. It also reminded me of Diao Xiaosan's "Robbing things, I also want to rob people." A scene.

In the evening, I refused to play cards with them and walked alone along the winding path deep into the reed marsh.

The moon has risen. Like a disk, it was set high in the dark night sky. The bright moonlight filled the earth, reflecting the tall reeds clearly and pleasantly. The water, the water of Yangcheng Lake, is undulating slightly, and the moon reflected in the water is also making subtle changes accordingly.

The reeds danced in the cool autumn wind, adding a bit of charm to the lonely night sky. I am familiar with reeds, but I didn’t expect the reeds in Shajiabang to be so tall. Walking among them is like walking in a dense jungle. The reeds were like towering trees, blocking the surrounding areas, making it difficult to see the vast lake. There was only the winding path in front of them and the bright moon hanging high above their heads. The bright moon was even more eye-catching in the dark night sky. The night sky seemed to be held up by reeds, covering the heavy earth.

It was so quiet all around, and it seemed like I was the only one between heaven and earth. A feeling of loneliness suddenly hit me, strong and fierce, which made me feel timid. I still walked forward bravely, as if I was competing with myself, and there seemed to be some kind of inspiration in the dark. Is it Guo Jianguang's "Eighteen Green Pines" calling me sacredly?

The wind blows slowly and slowly, neither cool nor hot. From time to time, it passes over the tall reeds, making a "rustling" sound, adding a little life to the silent moonlight night. Facing the blowing wind, we turned a few corners and finally approached a tall wooden bridge. The arched wooden bridge lies quietly under the bright moonlight.

The wooden bridge creaked under my feet, and the sound swayed out particularly clearly. I stopped and leaned against the bridge railing, bathing in the autumn night wind. I stood there quietly and looked around. The reeds around me suddenly became much shorter. They stand in patches between the lakes, like villages on the great plains. Yangcheng Lake at night is distant and empty. In the watery moonlight and decorated with reeds, it is misty and magical. In which reed swamp were Guo Jianguang and his men hiding?

The lake water divided the reeds into pieces, and the reeds divided the vast lake water. The calm water surface reflected the disk-like bright moon, and the bright moon reflected the calmness of the lake surface. The wind, neither fast nor slow, gently swept through the reeds and caressed the water. As a result, the slight ripples swayed the full moon in the water into a dazzling disc. That disc is not one, nor two. On the countless water surfaces divided by reeds, the discs also transform into different scenes due to the different sizes of the water surfaces and the distance. But the tranquility, the tranquility, the warmth are all like the beautiful young woman in the Jiangnan water town, standing by the water, charming, demure, unintentionally seductive, but with an irresistible charm.

Standing on the bridge, I felt a certain sense of satisfaction and relief. I overcame my timidity and myself, so I saw the beautiful scenery that others had not seen. In Yangcheng Lake and Shajiabang, I saw such a beautiful moonlight.