Appreciate how bright the moonlight is at home! Prose of

The moonlight overflowed the screen window and gently shook the bead curtain across the sea. Candlelight opens a desk and saves endless fireworks.

Yes, it is in this atmosphere that I met the poems in my memory. When I was a child, my mother often urged me to recite some ancient poems, saying that ancient poems can teach me a lot of truth. At that time, I was forced to open the poems that have been passed down for a hundred years with incomprehension. Most of the first contacts were some well-known poems by Li Bai and Du Fu.

Li Bai's memory from "my bed foot is so bright, will there be frost?" "Here we go. At that time, where would I know what homesickness was? I would just feel "eh?" Why frost? "As for why, I didn't ask much, and then I gradually forgot this question. But the moon has been covered by emotion in my heart.

As for Du Fu, I didn't like his poems at first, because they made me feel depressed. Until later, I accidentally read a sentence, "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! "A strange feeling suddenly came to my mind, so I began to look for the source of this poem. Unexpectedly, the author of this poem is Du Fu, whom I abandoned for a long time. I was in the second grade when I read this poem. At that time, I could already feel the feelings contained in the poem. This is a typical poem about missing relatives and friends. But the artistic conception in the poem is far more beautiful than many poems of the same type I have read before. The first half of the sentence is a gradual process-starting from tonight, we will enter the Millennium solar term, and the second half is that Du Fu feels that the moon in his hometown is still the brightest from the night scene. What kind of thoughts are needed to have such feelings! War has ruthlessly separated relatives from themselves, and even more sadly, letters from home are often not delivered. Du Fu's heart was full of longing to meet his relatives, so he thought of the month of his hometown from the month in front of him. Where did the moon in my hometown come from so dim and indifferent? In his memory, the moon in his hometown should be clear and bright, warm and soft, which is definitely not the case now. Such a cruel gap was deeply touched by Du Fu's thought, so this famous sentence was completed in one go.

My thoughts dissipated like clouds, and my sight became clear. I bathed in the moonlight. It's surprisingly quiet around, but you can vaguely hear the sound of insects. This is the most beautiful movement, which has been played night after night in my memory. In front of me is grandma's short house. Grandma's house is at the foot of the mountain, but the location is just right. The stream extends from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain and just flows in front of grandma's house. There is a pool full of mountain springs in front of grandma's house. The water inside is crystal clear, sweet and cold. It is still night, and there is only one bright moon in the night sky, which illuminates the world. In such a quiet time, my grandmother and I, as well as the neighbors nearby, will move a small bench and sit outside and chat. Drink a bowl of tea boiled in mountain spring from time to time, which is warm and refreshing. Grandma always tells me stories, mostly fairy tales and folklore. It is these sad and bizarre stories that touched my childhood heart and became one of my ideological enlightenment. Looking back at these stories later, I still feel very novel and beautiful.

Memory is the moonlight that can't be grasped, and when it is grasped, it becomes darkness. Some things, about hometown, are gone and will never come back. Those who stand under the boundless moon will eventually be submerged by the waves of time to the bottom of their memories and then disappear in a hurry. Those years of attachment, those quiet good times, have become faint memories.

Years later, when I faced a huge bulldozer, I burst into tears. At present, the roof tiles are ticking, and my grandmother and I stand on one side, but it seems as far away as the old house. After years of vicissitudes, the old house was destroyed by a red bar written by government officials. Oh, what a pity!

The bulldozer worked until the evening, and then left in a hurry, ready to move the rest of the house tomorrow. Grandma and I just sat there with the bench. But it's not a taste at all. Looking at the mess ahead, grandma and I were silent. My tears have already dried up, but the congestion in my heart still exists. I looked up, full of bright moonlight, still clear and bright. Slowly shine on me and grandma, warm and soft.

After a while, the shoulders became heavy. Come to my senses, my grandmother has fallen asleep on my shoulder. She's really tired, so tired. ...

Many times, the busy life has stunned people's brains, and people always yearn for the novel world and luxurious life outside. But no matter where you walk in the world, at night, the wanderer will stop and look up at the moon sky. Because they believe that family members in the distant horizon are also looking up at the bright moonlight and caring about them. Under the same moon and sky, they looked at their families affectionately.

Hometown is not a specific architectural community, but a complex, a complex that cannot be abandoned. It is a paradise in people's hearts and the most primitive spiritual home for people.

Nowhere is better than home. Because people are far away from home at that moment, the seeds of missing have taken root in people's hearts. This seed will take root and sprout with the passage of time, and the thoughts will become stronger and stronger. One day, people who leave home will see the bright moon in the sky and sigh-"Alas, the moonlight at home is how bright! ! "