The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. At night, I walk alone at night, because it is a sunny day in the middle of summer, and in this season, children and women often carry electric lights and carry bottles and cans up the mountain to catch scorpions. And me? I am a cold scholar, so naturally I will not work as hard as them to go in the moonlight, rummaging stones to catch scorpions. I'm carrying a miner's lamp, I'm here to play, I'm here to find the kind of perfection in the kind of house depicted in the book.

Twenty miles south of Ma Yao Village, there is a high hill pillow flowing water. The elegant scenery here is too similar to the seclusion of Mr. Kong Ming recorded in the book. In the faint moonlight, I could see the lonely mountain road clearly, I turned off the miner's lamp, my heart was full of sadness, I was a merman, and I shed tears for the moon. Suddenly looking back, looking back at the faint white moonlight, in the southeast direction, is often dreamed of at night, the Jiangnan water town, Maolou Village. Uncle, third uncle, are you drinking or playing poker with Mao Guohai on the side of the official road at this moment? Back then, if I hadn't left you, now that I'm at this age, I must have stepped into your back footsteps, playing poker with Mao Guohai and others on the side of the official road, pulling the electric light......

Uncle, do you think of me in the midst of all the noise, and be sad like Jasmine like me? Uncle, under the moonlight, when I think of you, I think of the old home, quietly, in the blood. Aunt Hua, I can't forget your serious face and your stern voice, I stole your things, but I let my sister be beaten in a daze. So, under the moonlight, are you arguing with your uncle again......

Happiness is born in a painful heart. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shed sweet tears, tears, flowing in my mouth, gently swallowed into my heart. Quietly, I waved my arms and wiped away my tears, far away, far away mother, why do you always peek at the articles I write hidden under the desk......

Turn on the miner's lamp, this flame of light looks so beautiful, so wonderful, and so romantic at night. On the way home, the night insects whispered like music, cold and cold, I like to cultivate crops in this life, then I am destined to be a farmer who lives here forever, I cried alone on the way home, but I did not dare to howl loudly, for fear of being heard and seen by groups of women or children passing by.

Shifu is in one side, waiting for the day, the operation of the days has been unpredictable since ancient times, so the torrent retreats and the modern society is gradually falling behind. The magpie chirps at night, and Dumen has nothing to do in the autumn. On the withering world, in the mountain village, I survived according to my uncle and concubine, and now I am willing to give up my relatives in distress. This is the other side, here is the last dock I can rely on and stay in the rivers and lakes, and I am an untied boat, so I am stationed here, and I stop here.

I came out of the valley, I moved to the trees, and in the moonlight, I was full of sorrow, and tears were dripping on the loess road. In those years, living in the city, reading the book "Book of Songs" in the library, I always dreamed that in the future, I would live as beautiful as in the book? And now, I seem to be really a play, interpreting the Book of Songs......