Appreciation of Wu Qingguang's prose "The Sound of Moonlight Falling on the Stone Road"

How much does moonlight weigh? Is there anyone weighing it? unknown. However, that night, when the moonlight fell on the stone road in the Dong Village of the Imperial Capital, I clearly heard her voice.

It was a silvery night. Several friends and I stayed in a hotel near the river in the Dong Village of the Imperial Capital. We were so happy that we all got drunk during dinner, and before ten o'clock, we all went to our rooms and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up from my dream, opened my hazy eyes, and saw the room filled with jade-colored brilliance. It turned out that I didn't close the curtains, and the melting moonlight flooded into the room from the window. This made me feel happy. I haven't enjoyed such moonlight for a long time. For many years, we have lived in an environment of high-rise buildings, and the air is filled with vehicle exhaust and dust particles. When the windows are open at night, it is difficult to appreciate such wonderful moonlight except for the noise of traffic pouring through the windows. At this time, the water and moon outside the window were the same color, and there was silence. For a time, Sima Guang's poem from the Song Dynasty, "The descendants have just woken up after the music and songs have dispersed, and the moon is setting in the deep courtyard, and everyone is quiet" and Zhang Donghui's song "The Sound of the Moonlight Falling to the Ground" lingered in my heart. I simply walked out of the hotel and bathed in the moonlight.

The moon is the angel of the night, bestowing infinite tenderness on many creatures. Can you hear the sound of moonlight falling on the stone road? I walked from Touzhai in the Imperial Capital to Weizhai, from Weizhai to Panzhai, and then from Panzhai to Xinzhai. Walk one stone road after another, and when you reach a place where there is no road, turn to another one. For no other reason than to listen to the sound of moonlight falling on the stone road.

The bright moon is embedded in the high sky like a silver disk. The sky is quiet and clear, like a vast grassland. Horses and sheep come from the horizon. They are afraid of disturbing the sweet dreams of mortal beauties, so they hide themselves in the clouds. There was no trampling of hooves or neighing, and the lotus steps were quietly moving around the moon.

The moonlight was long and soft and white as water, and a faint smoke rose in the cold night sky.

The hustle and bustle of the day has already turned into mellow rice wine. Sleeping soundly in the stilted building, pillowed by silver light, implanted this dream into that dream. The beauty of laughter in sleep, whose gauze curtain is drunk?

I stepped on the figure cast on the stone road, letting my body and mind be bathed in the soft moonlight. The buildings and tree shadows treasure the moonlight in the quiet time and space. When the moonlight was harvested, it bloomed with a smile of joy.

The moonlight cast a dreamlike halo over the Dong Village, and a thin layer of frost seemed to have condensed on the stone road.

The scattered and alternating groups of Diaojiaolou make the stone road twist left and right, up and down to form a unique meridian, connecting from one village to that village, from the east end of the village to the west end of the village, connecting Sa. Altar, drum tower, ancestral hall and modern stage form a post road from ancient times to the present. Between villages, between households, and between people, they become nodes on the meridians and post roads.

People who have been bathing in the soft moonlight on the stone road all year round feel embarrassed. The stone road that closely connects Touzhai and Weizhai once witnessed the two neighbors quarreling, and finally witnessed the two neighbors shaking hands and saying good-bye. Is this because both parties have to walk on the same stone road and are both bathed in the same beautiful scenery? Moonlight allowed both parties to be honest and resolve their differences? Only the moonlight and the stone road are clearest. The cause of the matter was as simple as accidentally spraining one's foot: the cows of Lao Ou's family in Touzhai broke out of the cattle pen in the middle of the night and gnawed more than a dozen seedlings in the rice fields on the roadside of Xiao Ou's family in Weizhai. After rushing back to the circle, he whipped the bullock severely for a long time. The next day, Xiao Ou found that the seedlings that were about to bud had been eaten by cattle, so he wanted to ask the owner of the cattle for compensation, but no one came forward to accept the claim. Two days later, Lao Ou of Touzhai got up early in the morning and suddenly found that a large section of his vegetable garden fence had been knocked down. He made an open and covert investigation to find the person involved to reason with, but no one came forward to agree. From then on, Xiao Ou and Lao Ou avoided each other. The two families, who usually had fun together every now and then, suddenly became strangers. Sometimes, they bump into each other violently, and the faces of both parties seem to be covered with ants-like embarrassment. After being awkward for several days, both Lao Ou and Xiao Ou secretly felt that they could not live up to each other. Only by finding ways to make up for their mistakes would they feel at ease and be able to greet each other warmly and calmly.

One night when the moon was high, Xiao Ou got up quietly and walked into the melting moonlight. When he re-tied the fence of Lao Ou's vegetable garden, it was almost dawn. At this time, not to mention how happy he was, he went home and fell asleep until the sun was shining. During breakfast, Xiao Ou's wife asked Xiao Ou with a straight face: How can you be so unscrupulous? His cow gnawed our crops and it was wrong to not apologize, but you can't move his crops to ours either. Come to the fields? When Xiao Ou heard his wife's nagging, he murmured in his heart and ran to the fields without eating. When he saw that all the seedlings that had been eaten by cattle had turned into good seedlings, he understood what was going on. Xiao Ou immediately walked quickly to Lao Ou's house, no longer wanting to avoid it. Seeing Xiao Ou's arrival, Lao Ou asked his wife to warm the wine, and he wanted to solemnly apologize to Xiao Ou. During the dinner, Xiao Ou said excitedly, I should apologize to you, I should not knock down your vegetable garden fence. Lao Ou said, it's my fault, my cows gnawed your seedlings. Lao Ou went on to say, forget about the fence. It is already leaning crookedly. If you don't push it, it will fall down. Xiao Ou wanted to talk about gardening at night several times, but he swallowed the words again. Xiao Ou said to Lao Ou: Was the moon round last night? Lao Ou replied: It is round, and the moonlight is as white as water. After saying that, the two clinked glasses and laughed, tears and wine moistening their hearts.

The reconciliation between Xiao Ou and Lao Ou became a good talk in Dong Village, the imperial capital.

My mind was still immersed in the aftertaste, but my figure was led into an ancient alleyway by the moonlight. At a corner, the "Ou's Ancestral Hall" where Touzhai worships ancestors looks particularly quiet and solemn in the moonlight. The stone tablet in front of the ancestral hall tells the origin of the Ou family ancestors in Touzhai in the moonlight. According to historical records, most of the Dong people living around the slopes of Guangxi, Guizhou, and Hunan provinces migrated from Taihe County, Ji'an Prefecture, Jiangxi Province in the early Ming Dynasty. Going further back to the time when kings bestowed surnames, we can trace the clothes of Emperor Huang and Emperor Yan. Where do the Dong people come from? Where does "Sa" come from? Where did I, and you, come from? There is a saying that all living things will eventually return to dust. What was a family five hundred years ago has become you, me, and him five hundred years later. We lived together in the same place a thousand years ago, and we are far away from home a thousand years later.

The moonlight has never separated us. The road has always connected us. Isn't it? Although Touzhai, Weizhai, Panzhai and Xinzhai are villages in form, the stone roads connect them to each other, and the moonlight also blends them together. When people are close to each other, the road is far away and their hearts are close; when they are alienated, the road is close and their hearts are far away.

I am walking on the stone road, alone in the white moon, wondering what year it is today. At this time, I hold my breath and stare at the bright moon that has illuminated the ancients, misting my body and mind in the faint smoke of the moonlight, looking for the fleeting years of the past. It is as if you can hear the sound of moonlight falling on the stone road, like catkins falling, like a rainbow reflecting in the sky, which makes people feel intoxicated.

The morning stars are shining brightly, and the dawn is approaching. The villages of Dong Village, the imperial capital, blend into the soft moonlight. The stone road reminds you of the thousand-year song of Dong Village.