I grew up listening to this nursery rhyme in my mother's arms. Up to now, I still clearly remember that on summer nights, my mother always moved a soft bed in the yard, no matter how busy she was. The so-called soft bed is made of hemp rope and looks like a hammock. It is the most common small bed in Huaibei rural area, which is light and flexible and can be moved around. On the soft bed, my mother hugged us and shook a big cattail fan to cool us down. This nursery rhyme was sung in her mouth. In the countryside at night, everything is silent, and insects, frogs and cicadas make up a quiet serenade. Coupled with her gentle nursery rhymes, in a short time, the stars in front of us were in a trance, and we fell asleep sweetly in the constantly fragmented starlight.
When I was a child, the moon was very big and bright. The deep blue sky is dotted with countless pearl-like stars. The moon is like a round lamp, weaving clear light in a small house in the country. At that time, there was no electric light, and everyone lit kerosene lamps or candles. Kerosene is supplied by ticket and is a planned commodity. So, in order to save fuel, every family finished their dinner in the afterglow of the sunset, and then went out of their homes in twos and threes to the riverside, the stadium, the well edge and other places. At this time, the moon is quietly hanging on the treetops. Under this huge natural light, everyone is short of lesbian parents, and children don't have to do their homework at night, so they flock. The moon seems deeply attached to these simple and poor villagers. Every night, as long as she hangs in the sky, she will try her best to shine, spread warmth all over the countryside and light a lantern for the villagers. In the moonlight, the thin and dark face becomes white and soft during the day. There are so many beautiful women under the moon, and the huts, paths, wells and Woods in the village seem to be covered with a thin veil and full of poetry.
Children in rural areas are tired of playing and have no fixed place to sleep. Just pull a broken mat and get together in groups of three or five, or on the embankment, or on the threshing floor, or in someone else's yard. Anyway, as long as there is moonlight, the child lives there. Everyone put their heads together to look at the moon, the laurel tree on the moon, Chang 'e, the jade rabbit and so on. This will become a topic of discussion for children. Looking at the moon, we will count the stars around us. Clouds as white as cotton wool have become a barrier between the stars and us. I can't tell you once, but no one gives up. The vast starry sky aroused our endless imagination and longing. In the infinite vision, snoring rings in turn, and the villagers and children who are tired of playing all day fall asleep, as long as the moon in the sky is still watching this quiet village and villagers gently.
Counting the stars and accompanying the moon, the hot summer passed unconsciously. Although we can't sleep under the moon, our time with the moon hasn't decreased at all. After the snow in winter, the village is white everywhere, and the moon looks brighter and extremely cold. Adults hide in warm straw beds or chat around the stove. Women sew while men weave baskets. But we can't shrink back, because the moon attracts and beckons us during the day. In the snow, under the moon, we run and play, thirsty and hot, grab a handful of snow, eat a bite, wash our faces, and feel refreshed. The moon in the sky smiled at us secretly. It was not until the moon was blocked by the big trees in the west village head that we said goodbye to the moon temporarily in the shouts of adults again and again.
When it rains, the moon will no longer exist. This is the most difficult time in our village. I can't sleep, I'm afraid of cooking oil at work, and I'm not in the mood to talk. I can't chat in the dark Our child was trapped in a dark room, his eyes wide open and sleepy, and his eyes were dark. It was really humbled. So adults and children are chanting when the moon will come out.
At that time, in the years without light, the moon was our mother, so we called it Mother Moon. With her, rural nights are no longer long and lonely. Yueniang grew up with us just like her mother, and her light has been integrated into our body and life.
Moon Niang, 80 feet tall, riding a white horse, with a foreign knife, foreign knife is fast, cutting cabbage, cabbage is old, cutting purple coat, ... Moon Niang, is the second mother in my life. She lit up my heart.