Data map: The moon at night **Photo by Xinhua News Agency Zhou Guoqiang.
Many years later, looking out the window at the watery moonlight, I occasionally recall those gentle nights. I always felt that my mother at that time was like a moon sleeping late, and the clear light sprinkled by it made people iron it.
It was when I was in kindergarten, I broke my hand, and when I went to bed at night, I slept and hummed for a while. My mother lay next to me, patiently coaxing me, and softly recited the nursery rhyme: "The moonlight and the moon are sparse, and the fence shines on the wall and shines on the trough..."With the mother's comfort, the moonlight poured down from the window, which seemed to have a healing effect. In this way, I pillowed the moonlight and slowly fell asleep.
Later I realized how difficult it was for my mother to have those seemingly poetic nights. At that time, my father was recovering from a serious illness, and the family did not have a financial **. My mother has been a full-time housewife for many years, and she can only take on some manual work. In order to make a few more money, she opened her eyes during the day and turned to the night like a spinning top, non-stop loading plastics, sticker boxes, thread cutters...I broke my hand again, and those moonlit nights were nothing but endless exhaustion and worry for her. She rarely sat down during the day, and within seconds, she would be dozing in her chair.
When I began to understand my mother, I also became a moon that slept late. The daughter of the young moon is reversed day and night, and she does not sleep in the middle of the night. With my eyes open, I held her in my arms and watched the moonlight at all the moments of the town. Yasunari Kawabata said that he saw the begonia flowers at four o'clock in the morning, and I laughed, what is this, I have seen the moon at any time without sleep.
Sometimes, when the lights are turned off at night, my son still talks about what he has seen and heard at school. I made a "shhhh The son asked puzzledly, "Mom, what else do you want to get up for?" I remembered my mother who coaxed me to read nursery rhymes when I was a child, and said with a soft smile: "Mom is a moon that sleeps late, you see, it's cold, you have to reorganize your wardrobe, and you have to mop the floor..."”
After I got married, I occasionally took the baby back to my parents' house to live. Mother had already changed and washed the bedding to welcome us. My son is at a noisy age, he refuses to take a nap, and after taking a shower at night, I will take him early. I lay on the bed and fell asleep, coaxing, and falling myself to sleep. I woke up to the sound of squirting and saw my mother wearing reading glasses, sewing and mending smoothly under the lamp. I tiptoed up and asked, "Mom, why aren't you sleeping?" ”
The mother pointed to the clothes in her hand and said, "The buttons of my brother's clothes have fallen off, and the crotch of this trouser has also been opened. Then she whispered to her sleeping son, Nunu, "I have tucked the quilt for him several times, as bad as you do." ”
There was a feeling of warmth in my heart, and then a burst of sadness. At this moment, my perception of the word "mother" has finally formed a closed loop. I finally understood that as long as the children are around, the mother will always be a moon that sleeps late. The moonlight may not be very bright, but it can illuminate the child's long road ahead, and the clear light that may not be very gentle, but it can soothe the child's tired heart.
Later, as soon as I thought of this moon that slept late, my heart was sprinkled with gentle moonlight. Even though the road ahead was muddy, I didn't hesitate. (Shen Guifang).