28 November 1982 (rain turns to sunshine)

[Foreword: On October 5, 1986, when I was only 19 years old, I commented on this day: "But Xi (unfortunately sighs) don't have this state of mind now!" On February 16, 1987, when I was not yet 20 years old, I commented again: It is the best (beauty and good mood) memory in my heart. 】

When I went out in the morning, it was still drizzling and hazy, so I took my umbrella and went to school. Unexpectedly, the rain stopped halfway. Just after ** o'clock, the sun also came out.

The moon at night is as round and bright as the Mid-Autumn Festival. Our family (except for my mother) harvested the red vine, to eight o'clock, more comfortable than the daytime work, standing on the yellow mud mountain, the moonlight and autumn color, the burden of two red vines, light heart, the breeze is light, of course you can compose poetry!

(I remember that I tried to make poems on foot at that time, and I really read a lot in one breath, but then I thought about it as a mess, where is there a seven-step poem like a manager?, so there is no record, but in October 11 years later, still on this road, I went back and forth to carry water in the mountains, and as I walked, I thought that a work that I thought was a big poem, "Xiangshan Red Leaves", which I came up with.) When I think of the unforgettable moonlight that night, and I can still immerse myself in it again and again many years later, I can inspire the inscription "The sun is the scenery at the top of Beijing." ”）

I also remember someone saying, "The moon shows itself off by the light of the sun." "Actually, the moon is not enjoyed alone, and it also allows every glow and heat to be distributed.

(Just like us as children, although the grace of our parents is heavens and greats, we can also do some work within our power to repay the situation.) The math homework was done, and it was just half past nine, and it was time to read. ）