If one day the moon suddenly speaks, I will not feel abrupt or surprised at all. At this time, it must be on the street of my hometown in the country—it will definitely not be in the city. The moon in the city has no sense of existence, and the moonlight is covered by tall buildings. Cut, diluted by neon lights—it must be late at night, there is no one on the street except me, or there is a dog patrolling nearby, silently, just looking suspiciously at me, a seemingly familiar but unfamiliar person.
At this time, everything is silent, and there are occasional insects. Everything has been paved and the atmosphere has been created. I empty my ears and wait for the moon to speak. Every time I go back to my hometown, I am willing to be such a listener. I will go to the house of Mr. Kui next door, and he said, I will listen. Second Master Kui mostly talked about the past. He is the witness of my childhood, and he keeps some time fragments about me for me. Every time we talk, he will salvage some from the lake of memory and deliver them to me. In this way, I continue to piece together and restore some forgotten childhood. image.
But Erye Kui is getting old, and every time he returns to his hometown, he will find the speed of time passing. Now he walks slowly and speaks slowly. I feel that one of the roads leading to my childhood is gradually narrowing. One day it will be covered by grass, and it will not be found if you look for it. Talking to the moon, I have no such worries. The moon seems to be never young, and never old.
The moon will tell me something about my childhood on this street. At that time, I devoted a large part of the night to the moonlit streets. Have fun playing hide and seek with your friends. Once, I hid in the haystack by the street and fell asleep. When I came out, the street was empty, only the moon was shining brightly.
Moonlight will also talk to me about a girl named "Leaf". After graduating from elementary school, she moved to the city with her parents. The night before moving out, she asked me out to walk by the river in the south of the village. "When the moon is gone, I will go too. I will send my younger sister to the entrance of the village..." The song "I will go when the moon goes" was popular at that time. Now in my heart, I still retain the moonlight of that night.
What Moonlight talked to me was more about my mother. When I was in junior high school, I ran to school. Every night, my mother went out early to meet me at the entrance of the village to meet me who came back from evening self-study at school. Mother and the ancient locust tree at the entrance of the village stood together in the moonlight. Waiting has become her constant theme every night at that time. Until now, waiting is also a very important thing in the mother's life. She waits for her son who is far away to come home one day, shouting "Mother, I'm hungry", and then busy preparing meals, smiling, watching him stutter go down.
Every time I leave the village, I tell the moon—it’s a begging. When my mother stands alone at the gate of the courtyard one night, looking silently at the way I came from, I must not stretch my mother’s shadow too long. If you live alone, you must stay with her for a while, until she returns to the yard, falls asleep on the bed, and then tells her in her dream: Your son who is far away will soon return to you. At this time, in the city, I sensed it in my sleep, and I would open my eyes in the night and tell myself: You have been away from home for too long, it is time to go back and have a look.
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