I wish all book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and reunion...
In fact, what we see now is the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty. There lived a woman named Chang'e on it. She was just a lovely person who had seen all the joys and sorrows in the world and shed all her tears. She had a laurel tree that had been planted for five thousand years.
, there is also a little rabbit who chats to relieve his boredom. The place where she lives is called Guanghan Palace. In the world, there is a man named Hou Yi who has been in love for five thousand years. Outside the beautiful house, there is also a loyal servant Wu Gang, who helps her every day.
She chopped wood and burned fire to keep the temperature of Guanghan Palace and prevent it from becoming the coldest place in the world. Every autumn when the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed, she would carry a bamboo basket and tiptoe to the foot of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
, pick up all the sweet-scented osmanthus that fell on the ground. She is actually a clever and ingenious woman. She can make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, make wine, and cook two delicious side dishes. She is also a beautiful woman who can give birth to children.
There were joys and sorrows, and when I was tired, I would lean on Hou Yi's broad shoulders and listen to him tell stories about Fuxi, Nuwa, Queen Mother of the West, Kuafu chasing the sun, and Jingwei reclaiming the sea. Occasionally, I would even be naughty and want to count them.
The stars in the sky, her life was originally carefree, it was a kind of happiness for a small country and few people. Now, the hanging flowers fell all over the ground, she stupidly picked them up, and stood beside Guanghan Palace, behind her
Isn't she stupid to look for the man who has been reincarnated for who knows how many years among the millions of people in the world among the stars in the sky?
Many times, I want to yell at the bright moon in the sky, "Chang'e, you silly woman, don't wait any longer." At the same time, I silently say in my heart, "If you wait ten million years, someone in the world will be sad for ten million years.
Why bother? Hou Yi's bow has long since decayed, Hou Yi's appearance has long been blurred, Hou Yi's smell has long been blown away, and everything about Hou Yi is no longer what it was before." I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart, could she hear it?
Is she willing to listen? If she is, she won't be the woman who appears in Guanghan Palace every Mid-Autumn Festival.
I don’t know how old it is tonight, but I always feel that the bright moon in the sky is full again. It’s as if I can smell the fragrance of fine wine. Many years ago, the wine was brewed at home. Even if I drink hundreds of thousands of cups, I don’t feel bad about it. It doesn’t take long.
In the new year, wine has become something of a pastime, and one sip makes you want to vomit. But no matter when you are sober or confused, you know that there is a pot of wine in the sky, fragrant with osmanthus, that has not changed its taste for thousands of years, just for someone to take a sip.
Remember the past three lives.
I can’t remember who left, and my tenderness has been missing ever since. People who have drank Meng Po soup and crossed the Naihe Bridge will never remember who the flowers on the other side of the bridge are still waiting for. Then who can remember the love of thousands of generations? That darkness
The hope of the bright sky and the earth, if not for a chance, can we exchange for another life of staying together? Who took away whose heart, yours, mine, his, the lives of most people, if only for the first time,
meet.
The bright moon seems to be indeed round. Like a mooncake made with care. I hallucinate that I saw the woman whose appearance has not changed for five thousand years, lingering under the moonlight, only one glance and another spring and autumn. The world is on the right path, and it is common to have abundant harvests and happy faces.
Joy, who remembers that pot of wine, a plate of snacks, three taels of side dishes, poor woman?
Forgot, everything has been forgotten. Since the generation of geniuses, the eagle bows have been buried in the yellow sand, the heroic spirit no longer exists, and the country has become desolate.
Even if it is so. No matter how the stars change or the sea changes, that little girl is still waiting in the Moon Pond. Even if she is labeled as "I should regret stealing medicine and be alone every night." She has been waiting unchanged for five thousand years.
Every time the sun sets over the long river, another day comes, and the fragrance of osmanthus comes another year. Who knows that she is not missing lovesickness but sighing with emotion?
I have been thinking for a long time and have nothing to say. If I could understand the spirit, I would burn incense and write books in Guanghan.
"Chang'e, you silly woman, even if you marry Wu Gang, no one in the world will know."