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Moonlit Memories |
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There was a time when life was so leisurely.
On a quiet summer night:
The crescent moon quietly climbed up the peach tree on the hill behind, and
bloomed a curved smile in the dark green leaves! What was she laughing at? Maybe
the peach tree told her something funny! Maybe the fish made a joke again! The
gentle breeze came, draped the moon with a dark cloud dress, and hurriedly left,
the smile in the sky deepened. I love this quiet smile so much because it
reminds me of my mother, who loves to smile like this. Thinking of my mother, I
remembered some scattered childhood memories.
Summer nights are more comfortable than days, and family and neighbors often go
out for a walk, chat about crops, talk about children... We, the children of all
ages, have fewer constraints, and we playfully chase and play around, sometimes
even stealing other people's fruit, picking mulberries by the river under the
moonlight... There seem to be endless varieties of games, and we never get tired
of playing. But I am the odd one out, often feeling tired after eating fruit.
Everyone complains, but I don't mind, I just nestle in my mother's arms, look at
the starry sky full of stories, and fall asleep to my mother's lullabies. And my
mother would hold a fan in one hand and gently sway my body with the other.
I don't sleep deeply in summer nights. I often open my eyes when it's over, and
my mother carries me back, pinches my nose with one hand, and says, "You lazy
little devil, how come you're awake?" After that, she kisses me a few times,
looks at my dazed expression, and smiles. If I say something cute, my mother's
smile will spread to her eyebrows and eyes, but she won't say anything. However,
I, a little child, feel extremely happy, staring blankly until I fall asleep.
The moon becomes more and more blurry, and I walk back to my room and open the
curtains. I fall asleep in this hazy moonlight. |
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