Lixiang Moon Night
◎ Zhang Meiying
Yue, your nickname, how beautiful the moonlight is, the faint light, just one glance is destined to be my light.
I am your scholar who stays up late under the moonlight. Reading at night is not for fame; reading at night is not for personal love; reading at night is a secret expectation. When I miss you, I hold you in my arms with just a basin of water.
But the scholar does not have enough knowledge to decorate the gorgeous poems. Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. I just want to drink some water as wine. The dewdrops on the mountains are enough to drink. No matter how drunk I am, I don’t want to fall asleep in your warm arms. I just want to drink. Please leave the mark of your love on me before I fall asleep with your warm lips. This pure moon has no trace of impurities, and any irregularities will disappear in an instant.
I prefer this pear town in Jiaodong, and the distant Milky Way in the night sky. The stars retreat like rain and fall into the shade of the trees. Happiness is like rain, dripping into the heart. At this moment, an excited heart picked up the past memories of childhood, like picking up a crutch that slipped from grandma's hand. The green brick houses, fields, slopes, hills and ridges of my hometown in my memory are shrouded in the mist of dusk. The shadows of trees flicker and the crescent moon peeks in the sky. The impetuous mind gradually settles down like dead leaves trembling in the wind. , like a peaceful white butterfly with its wings closed. Beside the bamboo fence, on the bank of the clear stream, in front of and behind the house, and in the fields, wild sunflowers are planted, like the big and round face of a little girl. After the wind and rain, the moonlight gives tenderness and longing, and the sky is full of wild sunflowers. The lyrical Adagio sounded, and the earth became clear. Suddenly, my heart felt attached to it, and I had an indelible hold on the passing years. Who can be willing to be calm in the face of confusion? What is gradually fading away is the most prosperous time in my life. I only want to keep my dew-like soul, accept life calmly, and look forward to the future like a dove.
A poem that had been withheld for a long time suddenly came out: "Leaning against the window and looking at the moon, singing my sorrow alone, thinking about you and sharing the bright moon, holding hands and never forgetting each other." When the leaves of a season fall, I still want to warm every day. A person should write poetry well, live well, and wait for the chickens and dogs to rest every day. Everything is quiet and peaceful, and let the obscure short poems float generously in the air, and be held tightly by another person, as calm as a wandering cloud and a wild crane. Those long words falling down like the decaying grass in late autumn. At night in Lixiang, she is like a shy woman with tender feelings. The moon is on the treetops, the gentle wind is whispering in the ears of the leaves, and the branches are swaying as if they are waiting for the arrival of a person.
My heart can be seen clearly by the bright moon. I wonder how many of the tadpoles in these words can become frogs jumping on the shoal.
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[About the author]
Zhang Meiying: Born in Laiyang, Shandong Province in 1969, graduated from Qingdao Institute of Education and loves poetry and painting.
Yantai Prose
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