Chapter 20 talk about the moon

For some reason, my relationship with the moon is very bad.I also walked under the moon, and I only felt that the cold white light of the moon turned the uneven ground into a blurred and false smoothness, which attracted people to be fooled; I only felt that the tender light of the moon, Instead, it turns all the ugliness hidden in the darkness into mysterious beauty, making people forget to beware. The moon is a big piece, I think so. I have also looked carefully at the crescent moon.I have never thought that the crooked hook is so beautiful; I have also compared the crescent moon to the eyebrows of a beautiful woman according to the "poets", but the more I compare it, the less I see it. The cold light of this hook is just like a steel knife sharpened to kill people.

I often look at a full moon again.I have seen her pretending to hide among the floating clouds, and I have also seen her face like an idiot, just staring at me coldly and dumbly; what "Guanghan Palace", what "Chang'e",—— I can never think of such ethereal myths, but I just think that she is a dead thing, but she refuses to settle down. She wants to "excuse the light" to deceive people in the long night and make them intoxicated. Empty satisfaction, mystical fantasy. The moon is the false light of sentimentalism!I think so. Oh, I remember; there was such a thing that made me distrust the moon for the first time.At that time I was only six or seven years old, and I had neither love nor hatred for the moon. Once on a moonlit night, I played with the old man in the street on the street.First we walked, and the moon followed suit; then each of us told how big the moon he saw was. "Like a bowl of rice", that's what I said.But the old man next door said "no", he looks like a washbasin.

"It won't be that much worse!" I couldn't believe it, so I fixed my eyes and looked at it. The more I looked, the more I felt that it was nothing more than a "job bowl". "You are shorter than me, so naturally you look smaller." The old man said with a smile. So I immediately moved a stool, stood on it, and compared it, it was almost as tall as the old man, but the moon above my head was only the size of the "mouth of a rice bowl".I asked the old man to lift me up, and I was riding on his shoulders, I was taller than him, and looking at the moon, it was still the same "job mouth".

"You liar!" I made a gesture to pull the old man's pigtails. "Yeah, that's—it's useless for you to climb high. You are one year older, and the moon is also bigger. You live to my age, and you look as big as a washbasin." The old man was still smiling. I felt defeated and ran home to ask my grandfather.Looking up at the moon, my grandfather stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Oh, it's similar to my washbasin." In my house, my grandfather's washbasin is the largest.I then believed myself to be a complete failure.I have been deprived of my rights by my family with the phrase "you are still young!" in many things, so I feel that the moon is also so "bullying", which is really unreasonable.The moon had enmity with me at that time.

Hehe, I remembered again; I have seen such a thing, which made me know that although the moon does not necessarily "bully", it seems to make people vulnerable. There are always more than ten years when they are big or small.At that time, the moon and I returned to the situation of no grudges and no enmity.At that time, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and a couple who had escaped from the "narrow cage" suddenly came to my apartment. ①Everyone is a friend of Maojiao, so I have to do my best to be a host.And I had to go through the process of "cleaning up the aftermath".I followed the firm tone of the two of them and used myself to be famous. I wrote letters to the parents of both parties, my family seniors, expressing that this matter may no longer be redeemed according to the meaning of the "old generation".The day after the letter was sent was the so-called "Mid-Autumn Festival". When I got up early, it still rained, but at night there was a good moon, and there was no cloud at all.We were talking about "aftermath" when we suddenly realized that "she" was not with us.Naturally, the "he" who cared about "her" the most went upstairs to have a look.After waiting for a long time, neither of them came down, so I had to go upstairs to see what it was for.Just looking at it confuses me!The man lay on the bed and sighed, while the woman sat by the window, raised her face, looked at the sky, and wiped her tears.

① "The Narrow Cage" was originally the title of a fairy tale written by the Russian blind poet Arson, and here it refers to the cage of a feudal family. "Hey, what's the matter? Are you fighting against each other? Tell me about it." I wouldn't think of any other problems. "No!—" The man replied, but did not continue. So I walked up to the girl and got my eyes on her. Since we were partners in hide-and-seek when we were young, it would not be reckless for me to look at her face to face. "I think -- yesterday's letter was a little too intense." The woman said, still looking at the deserted moon, with tears in her eyes. "Still, I think, it's better for me to go home and negotiate with my parents face-to-face, and settle it slowly. In the future, he will have a chance to meet with my parents."

There was a bang in my ear.I don't know what made this woman who was hard-spoken yesterday suddenly change her mind.But the man said something from the bed at this time: "She has already written to tell her family that she will go back tomorrow!" This startled me.Oops!I wrote two letters like a plenipotentiary yesterday, but today I am disqualified; that is not in response to the words of the people in my hometown: everything is caused by my meddling in my own business.At that time, my complexion must have been very ugly, and the woman must have seen my heart, and she called out affectionately as if sorry: "Brother X, I will tell them that I meant to tell you that in the letter yesterday." written!"

"Well, I have to let it go; anyway, I have long been known for being troublesome." I said with a wry smile, staring at the woman's face.The moonlight shone on her face, which now had a somewhat "relieved" look; suddenly she lowered her head, covered her face with her hands, and said in a voice as if she was stuffed in an urn: "Wouldn't I give birth to my mother today? It's Mid-Autumn Festival, and my mother usually gives me..." I don't want to hear any more.I understood it all, it was the moon, the watery cat-like moonlight that aroused this woman's homesickness and made her weaker.

Since that time, I seem to understand a little "philosophy" about the moon.I think that some of the literature about the moon that we have always had seems to be almost all resentful, reclusive, or ethereal.Those who have a special relationship with the moon seem to be hermits in high mountains, resentful women in deep boudoirs, and Taoist priests who seek immortality.They took advantage of the moon to complain, obtained self-deception comfort from the moon, and imagined the misty mystery of "Guanghan Palace" from the moon.People who read a few sentences are usually infected with this "education" of the moon unconsciously, and it will have an impact when it comes to critical moments.

Primitive people also made "articles" on the moon, which is the myth about the moon.However, primitive people's moon literature is limited to the changes of the moon itself; primitive people gave non-scientific explanations for why the moon rises in the east and sinks in the west, and why it waxes and wanes, rounds and eclipses.At most, I can only imagine that the moon is the wife of the sun, or a sister, or a "hero" in the world who has escaped to the sky.And they never regard the moon as an object of resentment, leisure and ethereal.No, the aborigines of modern Australia instead created stories of struggle from the waxing and waning of the moon.How far is this compared with our former literati who realized the serene and contented philosophy of life on the waxing and waning of the moon!

Perhaps we are the only ones who have brought into full play the "philosophy" of the moon?Not only poets and elegant women see the moon, they will feel a lot of thoughts and sorrows, and they are so lingering that they can't speak; even the silent heroes on horseback are also written as only sad and sentimental under the magic light of the moon.This kind of "complete" moon "education" will make people who escaped from the "narrow cage" think of going back vividly, and I doubt what the old neighbor said "one year older, the moon is bigger" Talking about the head may not be just his nonsense, but maybe there is some profound "philosophical" basis for the moon! Since that time, I have gradually felt that the moon is scary. I often think: Maybe the "culture" of the moon developed by our ancient Chinese literati is not completely subjective; the moon is indeed such a charming and intoxicating fellow. The starry night terrorizes you, but it also inspires courage in you.There is only a moonlit night, does that mean there is no light?Obviously there are.However, this bleak light can neither grow grain nor even dry clothes; yet this light is enough to make you see five fingers, but not enough to discern the roughness of the ground a little further away.When you look into the distance, all you see is a vast expanse of whiteness, obliterating all outlines.You have become "short-sighted".Your heart will be covered with a layer of mysterious fog. A person may tremble in a storm, but his spirit will not relax, only tense; if a person is holding a broken umbrella, or has no broken umbrella, then he will stand up, stride forward, and clenched his teeth to fight against the wind and rain. , people are here to hone their fighting strength.However, the light moonlight is like a cup of calming medicine, a slightly sweet candy. Under her magic, your footsteps will naturally relax, and a half-smile will appear on the corner of your mouth, and you may slam into the grass. Lying down, squinting his eyes and looking at the sky, he didn't know where he was going. Phenomena in nature have various responses to human emotions. I think the responses caused by the moon are mostly negative.And it is probably our Chinese moon literature that "thoroughly" develops this abnormality.Of course, there are some who don't use the moon to complain, don't get self-deceiving comfort from the moon, and don't imagine mysterious and ethereal fairylands from the moon, but this is only limited to the "rough people" who have not been influenced by our moon literature! We need the moon in the eyes of "rough people"; I often think so. After the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1934.