Chapter 14 moon night

The moon is a badge pinned to the countryside. What kind of moon can city people see?Even if you occasionally see a gray pill in the distant sky, it is dim among countless street lamps, worn out by all kinds of noise, fleeting among the jungle-like concrete high-rises, just like a dead fish eye, discarded in the In the colorful garbage. It can be seen from this that urban people have to use the Gregorian calendar, that is, the calendar that records the sun; country people have to use the lunar calendar, that is, the calendar that records the moon.Even the latest rural youth, riding a motorcycle and using a mobile phone, blurt out that the method of keeping time is still on the first day of the winter month and the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, which is similar to their parents.The reason is nothing else—even if all their lives are modernized, moonlight is still an important part of their lives as long as they are in the country.The fluttering moonlight on the seedlings, the beating moonlight on the stream, the moonlight in the silhouette of the woods that moves synchronously with you as you move forward, and the chirping of insects and frogs affected by the moonlight, all of which imprint the feeling of time in their hearts all the time.

In contrast, city dwellers do not have moonlight, so there is almost no real night, and the night has been made into a dark day, only the alternation of sleepless day and sleeping day, and the alternation of working day and sleeping day.It was after more than 30 years of long days that I came to a real night. I watched the moon shining through the shade of the trees all over the ground, flickering and flickering, gathering and dispersing; listening to the moonlight jingling and falling in the woods, Crowded on the grass slopes and on the lake.I survived a long and severe lack of moon, so I designed the balcony at home to be very large, like a huge tray, greedily collecting and saving pieces of moonlight, and then for me to beat the cattail fan again and again , lying on the bamboo bed and floating with the light waves.As I said in one of my books, I stretched out my hands and saw the flow of moonlight in every vein.

On a midsummer night, as soon as the sun goes down, the heat in the mountains subsides, and the coolness brought by the vast water surface and the dense mountain forest sometimes forces people to add more clothes and socks, and even wrap blankets around their bodies to keep warm.The Big Dipper in my childhood appeared at this time, and the Cowherd and Weaver Girl told by my mother or grandma also appeared at this time. The Milky Way galaxy is as dense as clouds and stars, and the mysteries of the infinitely deep and vast universe and infinite celestial bodies collapsed, leaving me in the dark. Deadly Winter swallowed it whole in one gulp.Am I lying on the balcony?Maybe I'm a helpless spaceman writhing in weightlessness?Maybe I'm an ignorant baby lost alone in the desert?Maybe I am standing at the entrance of the Eternal Realm and the Absolute Realm, being summoned and interrogated by God? ...

I suddenly understood that the so-called city is nothing but a place to escape from God, a place where God is not summoned and interrogated. There was a long howl in the valley, probably a bird was startled by the moonlight.