Wild boar in the hometown

It was after seven o'clock when I returned from my walk last night. When I opened the front door, I found that I could still see things vaguely in the living room, so I didn't turn on the lights immediately. I thought that the bedroom window had been closed all day, so I should change the air before going to bed, so I immediately ran to the bedroom. That's when I saw the bright moonlight on the bed and windowsill! What a long-awaited moonlight!

The curtains in my bedroom were not closed, so the moonlight was spread on my bed and my windowsill without any shade! Through the glass, the half-golden moon was glowing in front of the window, quietly glowing with her enchanting brilliance. Ah, it's been a long time since I looked up at the sky and the moon like that ...... and of course, it's been a long time since I noticed the beauty of the moonlight! Even in small towns, road lighting, community lighting, the work is done better, even if you go home late, there are lights along the way, and you will not be unable to see the road. So, the moon has become a dispensable thing, it seems that she will no longer attract people's attention, and no longer become the object people looking for in the night. But tonight was different! I didn't turn on the house lights, and it was a beautiful day, and although it was still four days to the half moon, the moonlight was already showing her still enchanting presence! And I, intoxicated with the joy of discovery, was immersed in a beautiful flashback to the moonlight.

When I was a child, it was in the glow of the moonlight that my brothers and sisters huddled on the bamboo bed, while my mother and father sat on a separate bench by the bamboo bed, chatting with the neighbors, occasionally talking about the stories in the books they had just read; or, before bathing, the children played hide-and-seek, tug-of-war, sang songs, and recited texts. The moonlight was so bright, the stars in the sky seemed so few, and the houses around the rice field added much more mystery than what we saw during the day. The chestnut trees and persimmon trees in the distance could only be seen in the shape of their crowns, and it was hard to distinguish the green color of the trees. A gust of wind blew, and we saw the moonlight dancing on the ground. That scene is my most fond memory of summer nights.

One summer, the wild boars in my hometown were very active, and the yams planted in the fields on the side of the mountain became the target of wild boar attacks. At that time, my sister and I were about ten years old, and we wanted to go and watch the yams in the two plots of land on the side of the mountain at home. Naturally, my parents did not agree, saying that it was dangerous to go to the mountains at night; besides, if we saw a wild boar, we were no match for it, so we would not let it hurt us. We waited until mom and dad were asleep, got up quietly, took a long stick and a flute, and went to the field by moonlight. There was a big difference between what we saw in the moonlight and what we saw during the day. We walked on the familiar and unfamiliar paths, looking at the undulating hazy ridges, we felt as if we were out of the world we knew and were exploring the fairyland. The fields, the trees, the silence, even the birds had gone to sleep, only the moon in the sky, moving with our steps. We were nervous and scared, but also excited, hoping that at this particular moment we would encounter a wild boar stealing yams. To be brave, we also played the flute. Our flute playing level was already poor, plus the special mood, blowing out the so-called tunes, probably very amazing. The wild boars may have heard that kind of flute sound and were too scared to come out, right? Anyway, that night, we did not see a wild boar! And we, too, only ventured out that one time, after which mom and dad kept us under strict control and didn't allow us to drive any wild boars at night. Just that one experience became a fascinating memory of summer nights.

When I was in middle school, although the school was not very far from home, a few neighbors and I decided to stay at school - it was crowded and fun. One day during the evening study period, the school suddenly lost power, and after shouting "hooray", we didn't know what to do: it was too early to sleep; there were no electric lights, no streetlights (they didn't exist until many years later), no moonlight, and no way to play on the playground! Where did it go? The teachers were too busy looking for flashlights, candles, and kerosene lamps to take care of us. A few of us students who lived together decided to go home. In the darkness of the night, it was a difficult thing to go home. But junior high school students don't care so much, so we went home in pairs. That night, we learned the meaning of "one foot in front of the other" and the difficulties of being blind. People in the countryside go to bed early, and even near the village, you won't see a single ray of light. There was no moon or even stars in the sky, so we had to take advantage of our familiarity with the paths in the fields and walk slowly. The bravado of just setting out, the loud and clear song of just setting out, soon dissipated: we had to watch our step! Within a few steps, I was already beating a retreat in my heart, but I was too embarrassed to say so, so I had to walk home with my head held high. That night, we felt that the distance between school and home was so long; we felt that the hiding of the moon was so pining!

The moon or round or missing, she will never fail you, but we, however, may ignore her existence. When you look up at the sky and see her shadow as before, you will have the joy of "meeting your old friend in another country", you and the moon will have many common topics, and you will have the urge to talk to the moon. Even if the moon is temporarily hidden in the sky, you can still wait for her gorgeous appearance; or you can open any book of poetry and recite the poems that express your feelings toward the moon. At that time, you will know that the unchanging moon is not only her gentle light but also her deep and long-lasting emotions and endless culture ......