(xvi)

"The moon shines, come down and do the laundry.

Wash in vain, wash in vain, dress up my brother to go to school......"

Summer nights in the countryside are always extraordinarily long. For many months, there is no full moon night, mosquito bites, unbearable heat, and it is difficult to sleep for a long time. Outside on the lawn, my mother taught us to sing this nursery rhyme without saying a word.

Often singing and singing, I fell asleep in my mother's arms.

When we were very young, my mother often told us stories about the moon.

At that time, the four of us knew that there was a big tree with leafy branches on the moon, and there was a "murmuring" stream flowing under the tree, and there was a girl washing clothes by the stream,...... Aunt Moon is very delicate, and her singing songs are also very beautiful.

When Aunt Moon was doing laundry and singing, an elegant white-faced young man came across the stream, singing step by step, and approached Miss Moon step by step. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and a vicious tengu appeared, pounced on Moon Maiden with its teeth and claws, and took her away......

The moon dimmed, and the heavens and the earth were plunged into darkness.

In my young heart, I hated that tengu very much. I longed for the day when I could hack that vicious tengu to death with a sharp knife like a hero and rescue the beautiful Aunt Moon.

My little understanding of the viciousness and bullying in the world started with a tengu. The brewing of the heroic complex in the bones of men also began with the moon.

Black and white, two colors, are generated in the mind, collide, and separate two parallel or intersecting lines of beauty and ugliness, goodness and ferocity, which are clearly distinguished.

Mothers often warn us that children should not point to the moon before going to bed. If you point to the moon, the moon will come down and cut off the child's ear after falling asleep.

One of our favorite fights among children is to snatch each other's hands and point to the moon. If you are snatched of your finger and point to the moon, you will be worried about the middle of the night, afraid that the moon will come down and cut off your ears. For this reason, I often wake up from my dreams. And the first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to touch my ears to see if they were still there.

I didn't see anyone whose ears had been cut off, but I did see the tomatoes in the vegetable garden, which didn't weigh their own weight, and were about to grow towards the sky, always bursting a crack, as if they had been slashed for no reason. Mother said, "That's what the moon cuts."

Many years later, I realized that this truth is like "there is a god in the head". In other words, "people are doing it, and the sky is watching".

Therefore, I always have a sense of reverence for God. This philosophy was taught to me by my mother in a simple language when I was a child.

After the long summer, autumn is much more interesting.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father always had to buy back a few catties of beef. The beef always has a little "smelly" smell, but when my father was stir-frying, he put a plant spice called "dog meat fragrance" and used a little rice wine to remove the smell, so it tasted no longer smelly, and it was very delicious.

After the meal, my father gave each of us a mooncake, and my mother gave us a sweet potato, and then the family happily waited for the moon to rise.

The older brothers and sisters, after the treetops in the moon, are always called by their companions to "steal" a little soybeans from strong rice in the wild and cook them in the wild. I often cried and chased after me, but they always managed to shake me off. In the end, my father coaxed me back.

By the next day, when they described that happiness to me, I was always full of envy.

That night, the whole village was enjoying the happiness of cooking soybeans in the wild under the moonlight. In fact, no one cares about being "stolen" a little soybeans during the Mid-Autumn Festival.