With a "bang", I heard the huge night being pulled down.

The night was like black and white feathers, falling one after another in front of the window. The moon had risen, and a pale silver haze filled the field. The faint roar of airplanes taking off from the airport always makes me feel a little sentimental: Where are you going to go when you return home in a hurry? Will you have a meaningful journey? Can you get a bird's-eye view of this glimmer of light in the vast wilderness through the night? In the starlight, can you see countless sleepless souls floating like me? ……

I think these emotions of mine are inexplicably ridiculous.

In the moonlight, she is beautiful and exquisite. She crossed the countryside, flowed across the stream, and walked towards my bamboo liao. The moonlight was hazy, and I could see her smile and sweet eyes like stars; I could hear her skirt fluttering and her steps were light. She briskly stepped into the bamboo liao where I lived and came to my bedside. She leaned down and stared at me—I could almost smell a fresh scent of flowers on her. She twisted my nose and kissed me on the forehead. When I opened my eyes, she leaped out of the window......

I rolled over and got up, snatched the door out, and ran into the wilderness to follow her trail.

The field blends with the night, the dog-tail grass that grows wildly in the field shakes its fluffy head, and the farmhouse in the distance flashes a few faint lights. I saw her drifting away in the wind on the other side of the field, and I could hear the rustle of her dress as the night wind carried it...... I vividly remember that she had a beautiful black mole at the center of her eyebrow!

This woman has been with me for many years.

She appeared in the ignorant sleepwalking of my youth, in the restlessness of the midnight of my youth. Later, I came to this city, I worked, I fell in love, I got married and started a family, and she disappeared without a trace in my dreams......

To my surprise, when I came to this place called Yirenzhuang and lived in this water bamboo house, she returned to my dream again and again to meet me.

Who is she?

Why is she always in my dreams?

What is she implying for?

……

I stood in the wilderness, stunned. I knew that no matter how fast my legs ran, I couldn't catch up with her; No matter how long my hand stretched, I couldn't hold her. I was confused and sad.

I returned to Zhuliao without any sleep. I put on my clothes, washed my face, and then walked out of the hut with a hoe behind the door.

"If you can't sleep, go dig the ground." The owner of the village where I live told me.

Yes, every time I lose sleep, I always follow the example of Huang Zhuang to do one thing - carry a hoe to dig in the field. "Every time you dig up a new piece of soil, you get a feeling in your heart. "Yes, whenever I dig under the quiet moonlit night, I do feel like I've never felt before—serenity, fulfillment, calmness, contentment, hope.

The moonlight falls quietly, and the world is so quiet that there is no trace.

I listened with bated breath, but I heard many voices: the vegetable seedlings growing in the garden, the fish in the pond chasing a swimming insect, the night birds fluttering in the woods and flying away from the branches, a gust of wind wandering from the field, mixed with the hypnotic chants of the peasant women in the distance—everything is not in a dream at night.

I carried my hoe and went to the back of the pond. There was a large wasteland, sparsely growing with tall casuarinas, and the ground was overgrown with thorns and weeds. The owner of Huang Zhuang originally wanted to use this wasteland to plant some fruit trees and the like, but later felt that there were too few vegetable fields in the village, so he decided to open it up into a vegetable field. Just because the land is vast and there are few people, it is a drudgery to reclaim it, and it will take some time, so this land has been abandoned. In his spare time, the owner of Huang Zhuang took his second uncle and Ajie over to dig for a long time, open a few vegetable fields, and plant some vegetables that he loves to eat.

I lifted my hoe and dug into the ground.

The weeds are dominated by airplane grass. This weed is the most difficult to clean up and is extremely vigorous. The roots of the grass are entangled with each other, and the soil is cemented and sticky. The hoe fell, and I heard the trilling of the earth tearing, and the sharp and rapid sound of a stinging worm came to an abrupt halt, and a fresh scent emanated from the earth. In the moonlight, I saw a stout and fat earthworm clumsily and twisted escape after being exposed! This made me sigh: this is like my escape—I quietly escaped from the island city, and hid in this remote, desolate, silent manor, holding my hoe and bowing my waist, digging the ground.

The moonlight shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves of casuarinas, sprinkling sections of shadows that are thick or slender, loose or twisted on the ground, revealing all kinds of weirdness and mystery. I look at the shadows, they are changing for no reason, like people, like things, more like miscellaneous pasts.

As soon as I hoeed down, I heard countless shadows crumbling under the hoe......