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Mid-Autumn Festival, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival! When my family and I sat on that bamboo chair and looked up at the night sky, I remembered the box of moon cakes I received from afar today. That was when I first entered junior high school, a young sister classmate sent it from Shaoguan, Guangdong.

When I opened the delicate iron box, a row of words made of white cream came into view on the moon cake. "The moon is at sea now, and the horizon is at this time." Seeing this typesetting, a stream of heat rushed to my heart. I am happy at this time. I said to myself, "Oh, dear! This young lady finally remembered me again today! " I didn't expect her to be so calculating. They sent me the first two sentences of the poem "Looking at the moon and thinking about the distance" by Zhang Jiuling, a great Shaoguan poet where they are now!

I read this famous poem at once. "The moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world * * *. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. So I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream. " Yes! I know she is reminding me! Reminds us of childhood.

We met in junior high school. At that time, their home was next to ours. In that quadrangle, we really can't see it when we close the door. See you in the door! Therefore, we often go to school together and go home together. Over time, they became good friends who talked about everything. I remember it was also on a Mid-Autumn Festival that a young relative came to her house from abroad. The young man brought a box of moon cakes made in foreign countries. The moon cake actually says, "The moon is now full of the sea, and the horizon is at this time." I didn't understand such poems at that time. She is more interested in that moon cake. She quietly sent me a message at that time: "Brother, let's enjoy the moon together tonight!" "

At that time, a young man suddenly came to her house. I was a little embarrassed and didn't know what I was thinking. I looked at her real expression that day and whispered to her, "How dare I enjoy the moon with a young lady like you!"

I was angry to know that my casual remark made her pout. She said to me unhappily, "That's my in-laws! What are you thinking? "

I don't know why my face will turn red at this time. I immediately said to her, "I'm sorry! Did you just make a statement? "

At this time, the little sister pouted and said, "So that's it!"

After graduating from junior high school, she followed her parents to Guangdong. I haven't heard from her for more than ten years now. However, I didn't expect to receive a moon cake from such a far place today from this young lady who has become a wife! When I look at that line of moon cakes, I can't help but think of the foreign moon cakes of that year. I remembered the same typesetting on the moon cake again. This reminds me of our two families enjoying the moon together.

I remember that night, our two families sat around a small round table. There is a box of foreign moon cakes on that table. In the moonlight, those words are particularly clear. At that time, my mother told you the story of "creating the world", and now it is "moonlight". Little sister's watery eyes looked at the vast sky. How much she wants to see the "heaven" at this time, but now it is "moonlight"! However, we saw nothing that night. I only see the bright moon, the moon through the mist.

When she left, she said to me regretfully, "It seems that our luck is bad! I didn't see Kaitianmen or Yuehua! "

From then on, we never have a chance to enjoy the moon and eat moon cakes together. However, when I saw the box and typesetting of moon cakes again, I not only remembered Su Dongpo's famous sentence: "Little cakes are like chewing the moon, with Jesus inside and fools outside." More thought of the delicate time between our classmates. Isn't this what the poem says: "So I leave my news to the moon and then turn to my bed, hoping to have a dream"?

Zhao: On China's ancient poems about the moon Author: Zhao Time: 2008- 12-6 20:07:57 Source: popularity of members: 167.

In the literature treasure house of mankind, China's classical literature is one of the treasures, while China's ancient poems and China's Tang and Song poems are the diamonds in this treasure house. Today, what we are going to appreciate is the ancient poems chanting the moon, which is just a drop in the ocean of China's ancient poems.

China has countless poems about the moon. Why do ancient poets like to sing praises to the moon? I think it's because the moon is beautiful and magical. Among the cosmic phenomena that can be observed by naked eyes, the moon is the most beautiful. The moon hangs in the night sky, full of rain and dew and light, eternal, mysterious and close. The ancients didn't understand the scientific truth of the change of the moon, so they made up many magical stories and gave birth to many poetic associations. The appearance of the moon in China's poems is by no means a simple description of scenery. Some people yearn for the moon, some people praise it, and some people regard it as an allegory. At different times, different moods and different opportunities, the moonlight described by poets has different meanings. In the Book of Songs, there was a poem about the moon: "The moon is bright and beautiful." For thousands of years, generations of poets have portrayed the moon in various ways with beautiful imagination and colorful words, showing the romance and imagination of China people.

The natural moon

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, a full moon shines quietly on the world, even in the noisy and war-torn times, it can bring a little peace to people.

There are so many poems about the moon that I can only choose some representative works and enjoy them with you. Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote many famous poems and described wonderful natural landscapes. Among them, many famous sentences chanted moonlight, such as "Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream", "No one can hear it except my companion's bright moon" and "The wind blows my belt, and my pipa is as bright as the mountains and moons". Although only one or two of these poems are about the moon, when we read them, we can all feel the bright moonlight. For example, his "Autumn Night in the Mountains":

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

This poem by Wang Wei expresses a peaceful and wonderful state of mind. Only in this state of mind can we discover the tranquility and beauty of nature. Among them, "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream" is one of the most popular and wonderful sentences in Tang poetry, and it has become a famous sentence for China people to describe the beauty of tranquility and nature. Imagine that the silver moonlight is quietly flowing down from the branches and leaves of pine trees, illuminating the spring water flowing on the stone beach. Clear spring water reflects the moonlight and winds around the world, making a crystal sound. What a beautiful and peaceful sight it is.

Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, also wrote some poems describing the scenery of the moonlit night, which are quiet and spacious, just like paintings with distant artistic conception, which makes people unforgettable, such as "the breadth of heaven and earth, the closeness of trees and the closeness of water and moon, how clear it is!" "There is wind in the leaves on both sides of the strait, and I sail alone on the moon" and "Autumn moon hangs in the air, and Guanghua is wet".

I think Liu Yuxi's Looking at the Dongting is an excellent poem about moonlight. On a bright moon night, the poet stood by Dongting Lake and looked at it, and wrote a poem about the beautiful scenery under the moon:

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.

This is a night without moon and wind. Moonlight caressed Dongting Lake quietly, and the lake was as flat as a mirror, like a huge silver plate. The most imaginative is the last sentence: "Green snail in a silver plate". The hill in the lake is like a small blue snail in a white silver plate. When we read this poem, we vividly saw the quiet lakes and mountains in the moonlight.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, a full moon shines quietly on the world, even in the noisy and war-torn times, it can bring a little peace to people. Du Fu once spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in exile. On his journey, he wrote "The Night of August 15th":

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.

Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.

At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

Du Fu's poem written on the road, far from home in turbulent times, is not happy. However, when he sees a bright moon in the clear night sky, he will still be full of poetry. In his poems, he did not publicize the pain of homesickness, but described the beauty of moonlight delicately. A full moon flies into the night sky like a mirror. The moon is too high in the sky to climb, but the bright moonlight can be close. The last four sentences of this poem are romantic and imaginative. The moon shines on the river, and the river becomes a silver road, and the road surface seems to be covered with snow and frost; The moon shines in the Woods, and the moonlight dances in the treetops like white feathers. Looking at the Moon Palace on such a clear night, it is clear enough to count the hairs on the Jade Rabbit. "Looking at the White Rabbit" and "Counting on the Swing" are rare romances in Du Fu's poems. Such beautiful moonlight soothes and calms the wandering heart.

The Mid-Autumn Festival by Li Pu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is also a masterpiece describing the beauty of the moonlit night.

When the mirror rises in the sky, the clouds are silent;

A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun;

The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him;

Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.

Lipu's Mid-Autumn Festival vividly depicts the moonlight on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, just like a vast and spectacular picture scroll. We can appreciate the first four sentences of this poem. In the vast night sky, the moon rises like a precious mirror. It seems that even the fairy music in the sky stopped playing because it marveled at the wonder of the moonlight. At this time, the protagonist of the whole universe is the bright full moon in the night sky, shining brightly on the boundless world.

In fact, few poems about the moon are purely about scenery. All the poems about moonlight express the poet's complex feelings. When we say "natural moon", we just choose those beautiful sentences that describe moonlight. If we analyze them deeply, we can find the feelings and sustenance hidden in the moonlight.

Human traces of the moon

The bright moon shines in the sky, which is an eternity. People's lives are aging from generation to generation, but no matter the ancients or the present, they look up at the night sky at different times separated by thousands of years and see the same bright moon.

In the poems of the ancients, the moon is an image with extremely rich meanings. It represents a rich and colorful history, an era from ancient times to the present, and a beautiful fantasy in human hearts. Li Bai wrote a poem called "Drinking for the Moon", which is an outstanding masterpiece of this kind of poem:

When does the bright moon rise in the sky? I stopped my glass and asked now.

The moon will never reach the moon, but it is very close to the people.

As bright as a flying mirror, I am in Danque. All the green smoke has gone out.

But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds?

The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life?

Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.

The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.

Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.

This poem by Li Bai reminds people of Qu Yuan's Tian Wen. The ancients had a lot of imagination about mysterious phenomena that were difficult to explain in nature. "When will there be a month in the sky? I'm going to stop for a drink today and ask. " This poem begins with a question, asking when the moon appears in the vast sky. Summarize a few words and continue the poet's question: "People can't go to the moon, and the moon follows people." People can't land on the moon, but the moon seems to follow people's footsteps and eyes forever. The next four sentences describe the wonderful scene when the bright moon rises in the east, "as bright as a flying mirror." When the moon rises, it flies to the top of the Red Palace like a bright mirror. When the dark clouds cleared, the moon's brilliance spread all over the world. The "green smoke" here is another name for Xia Yun. Then the poet heckled the sky: "But when night comes from the sea, would you rather know whether it is going to the clouds?" "When night falls, the moon rises from the sea, and in the morning, it disappears into the clouds. Where did it come from and where did it go? This is an eternal question, there is no answer, but it is often asked in a novel way, which stimulates human imagination. The following four sentences are the poet's reverie and inquiry about the scene of the Moon Palace: "Who is Chang 'e's neighbor? "In the myth of China, the Jade Rabbit and Chang 'e lived on the moon, and the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon is familiar to China people. Li Shangyin wrote about Chang 'e: "The shadow of the mica screen candle is deep, and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. The sky is blue and the night is night. "The imagination of Chang 'e and Yutu in Li Bai's poems is similar to that of Li Shangyin. Although the Moon Palace is wonderful, life there is bound to be lonely, so Li Bai asked, who is the neighbor of the lonely Chang 'e? In fact, this is knowing perfectly well past asking, and Chang 'e's loneliness will never be alleviated in the lonely moon palace. The next few words are Li Bai's famous sentences: "Today people don't see Gu Yue, but this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients. If the ancients were flowing today, they would look at the bright moon. " The bright moon shines in the sky, which is an eternity. People's lives are aging from generation to generation, but no matter the ancients or the present, they look up at the night sky at different times separated by thousands of years and see the same bright moon. This is Li Bai's fantastic idea about time and space, life and history. When modern people read these poems and look up at the bright moon in the night sky, they will think that Li Bai should have seen such a bright moon in those days.

Li Bai also wrote a five-character poem, named "A Journey to the Moon on the Gulang", which he wrote when he was frustrated in Beijing. The metaphor in the poem is incomprehensible to modern people. The first few sentences of this poem vividly describe the imagination of the moon, and also write myths and legends related to the moon: "I didn't know the moon when I was young, so I called it a white jade plate." Double doubt Yao Tai, flying at Qingyun end. Why do laurel trees become round in January? The fairy hangs down, and the laurel trees circle? " This poem is similar to Drink Poison to Quench Thirst, and it also brings readers into a magical realm with questions.

Flying to the moon has been a dream of China people for thousands of years. Last year, Chang 'e-1 satellite successfully launched its flight around the moon, realizing the Millennium dream of the people of China. In ancient China, many poets once dreamed of becoming birds and flying into space in the wind. What are you doing in the sky? Of course, we should look at the sights in the sky and the scenery on the moon. And this kind of scenery depends entirely on the poet's imagination. Li Heyou has a famous poem called Dream of Heaven, which describes the wonders of the sky:

It's very sad, the old rabbit and the old toad are moaning in a low voice, the moonlight is off, and the cloud floor and cloud house are pale.

Jade wheel meets wet light, and Luan Pei meets cinnamon and ink fragrance.

Looking at the three sacred mountains under the vast sea, things are changing like horses.

Looking at China's nine points and nine points, the water in Na Pianhai is as shallow as pouring out of a cup.

Li He was a genius in the poetry circle in the middle Tang Dynasty, and was known as "Shi Gui". He was depressed all his life and only lived to be 27 years old. However, his poetry is a towering peak in Tang poetry. The sadness in his poems is a natural expression from the heart. Life is untimely and there is no hope on earth, so I fantasize about flying to the sky to seek it. In fact, the sky is more lonely and unreal. As Li Shangyin chanted, "Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the sky is high and the night is light", and as Su Dongpo sighed, "I'm afraid the building is beautiful, and the heights are too cold". However, Li He wrote immortal poems because he dared to dream boldly. Li He's heavenly dream is full of strangeness and grotesque from beginning to end. The scene of the Heavenly Palace is not perfect in his poems, and all the descriptions give people a sad feeling. "Old Rabbit and Cold Toad" cried in the gloomy sky, and the pale light shone obliquely on the half moon palace. These two sentences, "Jade wheel dew wet public light, Luan Pei meets osmanthus fragrance", are written about the beauty of the Heavenly Palace, where the jade wheel runs over, the fluorescence flashes, and every drop of dew reflects the wet moonlight. The immortals can hear Yu Pei jingling on them and smell the fragrance of osmanthus in the wind. The description of heaven ends here. The last four sentences are the poet's thoughts and feelings about time and space. Thousands of years on earth are just a moment in the sky, but overlooking the world in the air, the vast land is just a few wisps of dust, the vast sea is just water in the fairy cup, and life is so small. I think the last few sentences of this poem are the real swan song. On the ground, in the crowd, it is difficult to produce such a broad fantasy. Only when my thoughts soar in the sky and I feel that I have become a member of the Heavenly Palace and see the world from the clouds can I write such a poem. Li He didn't have the experience of flying into the sky, but with the poet's bold imagination, he had the vision of an astronaut today more than 1000 years ago. This is also the charm of poetry.

Emotional moonlight

"The moon hangs over China's poetry. She is a beautiful and lonely audience of human drama. Everything is under her gaze. All the secrets, passions, sorrows and joys she observed were transformed into wonderful metaphors and words. She silently connects those thoughts that are far away from Qianshan. "

Of course, touching poems about the moon are not purely about scenery, but about inner feelings through moonlight. This kind of emotion is very complicated, and people's emotions, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows may all be included in it. In ancient poetry, the bright moon is hometown, affection, love and friendship, time, history and omnipresent space-time. The bright moon is a beautiful dream, a beautiful wish and an infinite extension of the soul. A foreign critic, after reading China's ancient poems about the moon, once expressed such a feeling: "The moon hangs over the poetry circles in China. She is a beautiful and lonely audience of human drama. Everything is under her gaze. All the secrets, passions, sorrows and joys she observed were transformed into wonderful metaphors and words. She silently connects those thoughts that are far away from Qianshan. " Such comments also caused a curse in my heart.

On the night when the bright moon is in the sky, wanderers far away from home will be moved by the bright moonlight and feel homesick. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night is China's favorite and most familiar homesick poem. "The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. " This poem has been circulated for 1000 years, and even a three-year-old child can recite it. There is no work that has a greater influence on homesickness than these twenty words. In fact, such good poems abound in Tang poetry, such as Du Fu's "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright!" Bai Juyi's "* * weep at the bright moon, for the red heart, in five places, one wish for illness", Zhang Jiuling's "When will the bright moon be full, now it's over the sea, and the end of the world is * *", and Wang Jian's "I wonder who will fall tonight" can stimulate infinite reverie.

Speaking of this kind of poem with the back to the moon, I have to talk about Li Bai again. Among Li Bai's poems about the moon, there is another poem with great influence, that is, Drinking the Moon Alone.

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

This is a masterpiece of genius with deep feelings, romance, strange image and rich imagination, which can be said to be a swan song throughout the ages. The work begins with an unexpected idea, which can be said to be a strange peak, bringing people into a wonderful emotional world. Under the moon, it should be a pleasant environment, but Li Bai is not satisfied. Why, because of loneliness, he doesn't have a bosom friend around him. So Li Bai suddenly had a whim, "until I raised my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, the bright moon, my shadow and I to become three people. This is Li Bai's unprecedented whimsy and creation. The whole poem is straightforward and pure. Although romantic and weird, it is unpretentious. In this regard, Shen Deqian, who compiled Tang poems, commented: "It is pure nature to blurt it out. This kind of poem is not easy to learn. " After Li Bai wrote "Drinking the Moon Alone", many people in later generations also invited the moon in their poems, but it seems impossible to surpass Li Bai.

Last autumn, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in Taipei with a group of Taiwan Province writers. The window of the high-rise restaurant overlooks the night view of Taipei. Lightning dragged on, brightly lit. However, everyone's eyes are only fixed on the full moon in the sky. Moonlight is like water, and it flows peacefully all over the world. The Mid-Autumn Moon shines on China people all over the world. No matter where they are, at this time, their hearts and souls will fly back to their hometown in the moonlight and reunite with their loved ones. Sitting next to me is a Taiwan Province poetess. I asked her, at the moment, if you were asked to choose a poem to express your feelings, what poem would you choose? She answered me almost without thinking: "Su Dongpo's" Water Tune ",'I hope people will live for a long time and have a beautiful scenery thousands of miles away'." "Her words, aroused my * * * sound, also get the approval of someone in the place.

There are countless chapters in ancient poetry chanting Mid-Autumn Festival. Perhaps the most popular is Su Dongpo's "Water Tune Song Tou":

Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happy drinking. Drunk, writing this article, pregnant.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

This poem is about Su Dongpo borrowing wine from asking for the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival night to remember his younger brother Su Zhe (Ziziyou), and it is also a good wish for all those who suffer from parting. Liquor on the Moon is influenced by Li Bai, but Su Dongpo's ci is completely divorced from Li Bai's Liquor on the Moon and has its own unique style and artistic conception. This word seems to be a dialogue between the poet and the bright moon, in which the meaning of life is discussed. Interesting, rational and intriguing. Its artistic conception is bold and broad, and its feelings are optimistic and broad-minded The yearning for the bright moon, attachment to the world, romantic colors, unique style and flowing language in the poem have touched and attracted readers from generation to generation. The last two sentences of this sentence, "I wish you a long life, thousands of miles away", have become the most commonly used greetings from China people to relatives and friends far away.

If there are any ancient poets in China who can compare with Li Bai in chanting the moon, I think it must be Su Dongpo. Because "turning around with water" has become the swan song of the Mid-Autumn Festival, later generations ignored Su Dongpo's other Mid-Autumn Festival poems. In fact, Su Dongpo also has some poems about Mid-Autumn Festival, which are also meaningful. His four-line poem "Mid-Autumn Moon" describes the cold moonlight and laments the impermanence of life: "The twilight clouds are all cold, and the silver people silently turn to the jade plate. This night is not long, where will the bright moon look next year? " Another sonnet, "Watching the Tide on August 15th": "I know that the Jade Rabbit is round, and it has been frosty in September. Send a message to close the door and close the key, and the night tide stays in the moon. " There is tide in poetry, but there is no tide in poetry. The poet just told you not to lock the door. After the middle of the month, you can go out to the river and watch the night tide in the moonlight, which gives people a wonderful imagination. Must be mentioned, is the Mid-Autumn Moon and Zi You, also related to his younger brother Su Zhe, and Su Zhe's poem is a rare poem written by the ancients in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Long song, * * * 14 couplet 28 sentences, from the rise of the moon to the setting of the moon, in which the scenery is lyrical and narrative is fresh in memory, both exciting and cadence, making people feel excited.

The bright moon is not higher than the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Will the waves and the wind return to the office before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the grass dew in the cold throat. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.

In this poem, Su Dongpo compares the bright moon to the eyes of God. This strange metaphor is unprecedented. And the momentum of these two sentences, "A cup is not full, and the cloud breaks like a collapse", is also extraordinary. What moved me was the poet's own shadow in the moonlight. "The shutter door pushes an empty door, and the window is silent. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. The personnel of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise and suddenly dreamed of Yaotai people. " This is a poet immersed in the moonlight, a romantic and sad thinker and sleepwalker. (abridged)

Biography of thinkers

Zhao essayist and poet. 195 1 Born in Shanghai. After graduating from high school, I went to Chongming Island to jump the queue. During this period, I worked as a farmer, carpenter, village postman and teacher. 1977 was admitted to the Chinese Department of East China Normal University. 1982 worked as a literary editor in budding magazine after graduation. In 2000, he was hired as a visiting professor by the School of Literature of East China Normal University. He is currently the president of Shanghai Literature magazine, the vice chairman of Shanghai Writers Association and a member of China People's Political Consultative Conference. He is the author of more than 50 essays, poems, reportage and other works.

How bright the moonlight is at home!

■ Ji Xianlin

Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moon. Everyone likes the moonlight in his hometown.

My hometown is on the great plain in northwest Shandong. I never saw a mountain when I was a child. What is Fuchiyama? So, I watch the moon in my hometown and never touch the mountains. Just like Su Dongpo said, "The moon rises in Dongshan and lingers among bullfights", which is completely beyond my imagination.

As for water, there is a lot of water in my hometown. Several large pits account for more than half of the village area. In the eyes of my children, although I can't be as magnificent as Dongting Lake's "August Lake here", it is also quite hazy.

In summer, after dusk, I lay on the ground near the pit in the yard and counted the stars in the sky. Later, when I got to the pit, I looked up and saw a bright moon in the clear sky, full of light, which set each other off in the water. Although I don't know what poetry is, I enjoy it and something is stirring in my heart. Sometimes I play by the pit for a long time before going home to sleep. In my dream, I saw two moons stacked together, and the clear light was more crystal clear.

I only stayed in my hometown for six years, and then I left my hometown and wandered around the world. For more than forty years, I have been to nearly thirty countries in the world and seen many moons. I have seen the moon in the beautiful Lemmon Lake in Switzerland, in the vast flat desert in Africa, in the blue sea and on the majestic mountains. These moons are wonderful, I like them very much. However, when I saw them, I immediately thought of the little moon above the reed pit in my hometown and in the water. In contrast, in any case, I feel that these big moons in the vast world can never compare with my beloved little moons. No matter how much Wan Li I left my hometown, my heart suddenly flew. My little moon, I will never forget you!

The Longrun Garden where I live is Yanyuan Resort. There are mountains, water, trees, bamboo, flowers and birds here. Every night, when the sky is full, the moonlight shines on the blue waves, and it is ethereal for several hectares. Lotus fragrance overflows the distance and birds whisper. It's really a place to enjoy the moon. The wonders of moonlight in the lotus pond are right outside my window. However, whenever I value such beautiful scenery, I still think of the ordinary little moon in my hometown Weikeng.

Seeing homesickness on the moon has become a frequent experience for me. Nostalgia is a disease that cannot be described by pain or happiness. It includes reminiscence, disappointment, nostalgia and regret. Time flies, and time will never come again. There is sweetness in bitterness.

How bright the moonlight is at home! When can I see the moonlight in my hometown again? I looked at the southern sky and my heart flew to my hometown.

Mid-Autumn Festival

■ Zhao

The year before last, in Taipei, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with a group of Taiwan Province writers. The window of the high-rise restaurant overlooks the night view of Taipei. Lightning dragged on, brightly lit. However, everyone's eyes are only fixed on the full moon in the sky. Moonlight is like water, and it flows peacefully all over the world. The Mid-Autumn Moon shines on China people all over the world. No matter where they are, at this time, their hearts and souls will fly back to their hometown in the moonlight and reunite with their loved ones.

The moonlight on the Mid-Autumn Festival night shines quietly on the world as always, and even in the noisy and war-torn era, it can bring people some rebeccalu. Du Fu once spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in exile, and watched him sing the moon: "The full moon flies in the mirror, and his heart breaks with a broadsword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I am watching the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumn. " It is human nature to look at the bright moon and miss home. But when the poet describes the moonlight, he gallops in fantasy and can't help but express his romantic feelings. Moonlight is like snow, like frost, like flying white, calming the hearts of wanderers.

The moonlight in the Mid-Autumn Festival is similar to that seen by ordinary people, but it is varied in ancient poems. Due to different situations and moods, moonlight is also changing endlessly. Meng Haoran's five elements "Under the Moon on an Autumn Night" are elegant and leisurely, but they are smart and sound: "The autumn sky is full of bright moon, and Guanghua is wet. I am surprised that the habitat is undecided, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. " You can feel the poet's good mood between the lines. Pi Rixiu's "Guizi on the 15th night of August in Tianzhu Temple" indulges in the legend of ethereal moonlight, conveying the elegance of enjoying and playing with the moon in the festive season: "A jade star shines on the moon, and a new flower is found in front of the temple. It won't happen in the sky so far, but it should be thrown to people by Chang 'e. "The sweet-scented osmanthus falling under the moon is as crystal as jade, like the crumbs of moonlight. I think it is the treasure that Chang 'e scattered on earth in the middle of the month. Mi Fei's Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation is similar to the realm in the poem: "Huaihai is like silver in a poor eye, and mussels are as precious as a rainbow." If there are no moon-mending households in the sky, Gui Zhi will help the West. "Mi Fei's poems are unique in praising the moon in folk stories.

Su Dongpo has some poems about Mid-Autumn Festival, which are also meaningful. "Mid-Autumn Moon" is about the cool moonlight, lamenting the impermanence of life: "The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people turn to the tracts silently. This night is not long, where will the bright moon look next year? " Another sonnet, "Watching the Tide on August 15th": "I know that the Jade Rabbit is round, and it has been frosty in September. Send a message to close the door and close the key, and the night tide stays in the moon. " There is no tide in the poem. The poet just told you not to lock the door. After the middle of the month, you can go out and watch the night tide by the river, giving people a broad and wonderful imagination.