For us who are edified in the fireworks of the world, the wax moon is an extraordinary month that makes people look forward to, makes people's hearts surge, and makes people particularly loved.
The days are leisurely, when strolling to the slope of the moon, it seems that the sheep have a sense of fate, although the cold wind can blow vigorously, time has to gnaw from the ground to the green smell of the grass awakening. The cold wind blew the thatch, and the white grass corpse was thrown out lightly without paying attention, no matter how the wind took it, but the roots were firmly grasped into the land, and in the darkness, looking for an opportunity to rush to the light.
The wind of the wax moon is extraordinary, whirring, not only blowing old things, but also blowing old many things, blowing old old city, a village and all the stories, but also blowing old wind on its own body, and then go around the bottom of the ditch, or the corner of the shade, rest, and think about the practical meaning of a lifetime of wandering life.
The cold wind of the wax moon that cannot be kept blows the dreams of urban and rural people far away. And what stopped in front of him was the sporadic sound of artillery fire.
The smell of gunpowder has brought the breath of the year to the wax moon, and the people in the land of China have all smelled the most powerful smell of the year. Whether it is a successful person who is working outside to make a happy life, or a successful person who has taken root in a foreign land, his emotions immediately became excited, his mind was raised, and he began to prepare for the matter of returning to his hometown to visit relatives a year ago.
The sentient beings of Layue, looking forward to it, thinking of their relatives, blended with each other, so that the thin sunshine paved with a thick nostalgia.
The original flavor of the root, from the minutes and seconds of the wax moon, slowly seeps out, infiltrating the feelings of a year of dryness, soft and warm. Time seems to have entered Tang and Song poems.
After a whole year of trials and hardships, circling around the mill of banknotes, like a blindfolded donkey, the blindfold was suddenly torn off by Layue's hand, and the front of him suddenly lit up, and his life had a sense of direction.
Layue therefore carried the mission, and even the appearance of the cooking smoke flying up had weight, discarding the chic and floating romance of the past, and the expression of Yuan Na contained thousands of thoughts.
Rooted in the special charm of the wax moon, but also lies in the lingering love of returning to the hometown, this complex is like bubbling spring water, practicing nirvana in the cave, once jumping out of the hole, immediately leaping and jubilant, singing all the way, rejoicing all the way, as if suddenly discovering that a woman who has grown into a flower, the handsomeness and beauty of the previous life are poured out, dedicated to the wax moon.
Under the withering, the river bank where the stream passed, quietly emerged a touch of smeared buds, from a distance, a layer of goose yellow like a dream, and close to the front, but the smoke dispersed.
The breath of the wax moon has changed the folk customs, and it is a month to go to the bad and seek the good. Good habits in this season, like a spring breeze for ten miles, fresh, fragrant, a full scene.
The usual grievances and hatreds, when it comes to the wax moon, disappears, and some estrangements have ushered in the joyful smiling faces of the other party, melting the heart knots, melting the cold snow, and thawing the entanglement for more arguments and fewer arguments.
Layue, when looking back at the way of culture, is a kind of new life, new hope, but also a taste for national civilization.
Layue chews the taste of the Chinese nation, long and long, mellow and fragrant, the breath is very ancient, even the wind and snowflakes seem to taste the taste of the previous life, the ancient rhyme is slow, spread out on the vast land of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
Layue, holding your hand and holding my heart, came here.