Thousands of rivers have water and thousands of rivers have moons.

The river in autumn is clear, and the moonlight in Mid-Autumn Festival is beautiful. In the years that passed by in a hurry, there were many memories about the river and the Mid-Autumn Moon.

18 years old, left his hometown and went to the army. For the first time in my life, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in a different place.

At that time, my troops were stationed in the suburbs of Haikou. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, when we got up early in the morning, the company informed us that these recruits who joined the army in those days were going to throw live grenades on the beach near Nandujiang Railway Bridge. After breakfast, we were armed to the teeth and set off by truck under the leadership of the company commander. When we arrived at Nandujiang, we dug a bunker on the beach with a shovel, which was more than half a person deep and could squat for two people. Recruits are at greater risk of throwing grenades. Some people are timid when dropping bombs for the first time. If you are not careful, you will throw grenades at the front. If this happens, they will hurt themselves and their comrades. So we take the method of people standing in the bunker on the beach and dropping bombs into the river. Even if the bomb is not far away, the Grenade will explode in the water, and the bomber and commander can avoid shrapnel by squatting in the bunker. After the bunker was dug, the recruits of our company took turns to enter the bunker on the beach one by one to bomb, while the others concentrated behind the river bank and waited. It was my turn. The company commander stood beside me and instructed me to unscrew the lid of the wooden handle Grenade and put the iron ring of the fuse on the index finger of my right hand. The company commander said, "Get ready." I rushed over and raised the Grenade in my right hand. The company commander said, "Drop the bomb!" The Grenade left my palm and flew into the river. The company commander said, "Bang!" We were in the bunker and only heard a bang. The water in the river splashed several meters high.

When more than 30 recruits in our company finished bombing, it was already dusk, and I was intoxicated by the watercolor sunset on the horizon. A touch of sunset on the big railway bridge has a deep and shallow description. At dusk, the moon rises from the sea. The moon in the water is enchanting and beautiful, and the river is sparkling, such as silver wire floating on the water. The bend of the river is as calm as a mirror, reflecting a full moon like the sky. The sea breeze blew, and the moon in the river became flickering and blurred.

In the moonlight, we left Nandu River. There is a full moon hanging in the boundless sky, according to the sea, the river and everything, without clouds and dust. I love this elegant Jiangyue.

Falling flowers in autumn, running water is red. I like to spread my memories layer by layer and put them in the autumn moon.

In the mid-1980s, I was transferred to the office of Wuzhou prefectural party committee. I live in the courtyard of Xijiang Third Road Committee, and the place not far from the door is Xijiang. It's not far from the confluence of Jiang Xun and Gui Jiang. The water in Jiang Xun is turbid, and the water in Gui Jiang is clear, so you can see "clear" here.

The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly round. Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion festival. At that time, even if our cadres were on business trips to the countryside, they would usually rush back to Wuzhou for the holidays. Wuzhou people celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, in addition to eating moon cakes, there are two customs: one is to eat Shatian pomelo; The second is to eat snails. Every time after dinner, I take my wife and children out of the prefectural party Committee compound and go to the Xijiang River to enjoy the moon.

At this time, the moon hung high above the mountains, reflecting the writing pagoda on the mountain in the river. Geelong Island in the Xijiang River is clearly visible in the moonlight. Ships come and go on the river, constantly shaking the moon in the river, closing and separating, separating and closing. "There is no dust in the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky." Walking by the Xijiang River and looking at the moon in the sky and the moon in the water, you can feel the harmony between man and nature. This beautiful scenery is colorful, just like the joy and happiness of life, which illuminates people's lives and enriches the connotation of my life.

I have read "Shicheng" by Liu Yuxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "The old country is surrounded by mountains, and the tide hits the empty city and it is lonely. In the old moon east of Huaishui, I also came to the female wall at night. " Poets in the Tang and Song Dynasties pinned their deep feelings on the bright moon of Qinhuai River, which made me deeply immersed in the Qinhuai River described by the poet, immersed in the charming moonlight of Qinhuai River, like a cordial dream, lingering in my heart.

On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, I came to Nanjing to attend a business meeting. After a lapse of 19 years, I strolled the Qinhuai River again, looking for the moonlight of Qinhuai River in Tang poetry and Song poetry.

When the sun sets slowly in the west of the city, the moon hangs over the Qinhuai River. At this time, the Qinhuai River has been brightly lit and colorful. Moonlight shines on Qinhuai River, neon lights shine on Qinhuai River, and the river is colorful. The wind on the river, wisps and wisps, is as light as jade and silk, as cool as water, permeates my thin clothes and sleeves, moistens my skin and heart, and dyes a tree and green water rhyme in the moonlight.

I looked at the Qinhuai River in the moonlight, blue waves rippling and slowly flowing eastward. Shili Qinhuai River, Qinhuai River under the shadow of paddle lights, and Qinhuai River in the misty rain of Jinling are full of history and culture. In the eyes of Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, Qinhuai River is the scenery of "a smoke cage and a cold moon yarn", the charm of those delicate women, and the infinite feeling that "merchants and women don't know how to hate their country and sing backyard flowers across the river". In the works of Li Yu, the emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, it is full of feelings, a kind of sadness of parting, and a sigh of "asking how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward".

When I look back, I have changed my life. Today's Qinhuai River, the river is still that river, and the moon is still that moon. However, after historical precipitation and people's transformation, it has exuded a healthy and civilized fragrance and displayed a bright and clear landscape.

"Yue Hua is like practicing, a thousand miles a day." I stayed up all night last night. I seemed to see the moon in my hometown, the flowing river, and vaguely smelled the breath of my hometown, the water in Na Yue.

On the eve of 20 10 Mid-Autumn Festival, I returned to my hometown. That night, after attending my niece's wedding banquet, I returned to the Liyuan Hotel where I stayed by the Hejiang River. Walking in the brightly lit binjiang road, the bright moon is in the sky, the lights reflect the gurgling rivers, and the moonlight also reflects the gurgling rivers, which is attractive and charming. Du Fu said, "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! "This poem is an eternal story written in response to homesickness. Seeing homesickness on the moon has become my frequent experience, neither bitter nor happy. There are memories, melancholy and nostalgia. When I saw my hometown again, I finally gave up my homesickness.

Wan Li Road, the world of mortals in Qian Shan, where there are thousands of months, why bother to argue about the world of mortals.

Done at Nanning on August 30th, 20 13.