Night has arrived.

The watery moonlight spilled into each house through the windows, illuminating people's hearts.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we are reunited with our relatives, looking up at the round bright moon amidst the sweetness of moon cakes. At this time, how many wanderers are standing in front of the window, also looking at the fifteenth

moon.

However, what appeared in their eyes was not a round bright moon, but the smiling faces of their relatives.

What burns in their hearts is not the joy of being reunited with their loved ones, but a deep homesickness.

Ⅰ. Mid-Autumn Festival·Full Moon·Legend One day, Hou Yi went to Kunlun Mountain to visit friends and seek enlightenment. He happened to meet the Queen Mother who was passing by, and asked the Queen Mother for a package of elixir.

It is said that if you take this medicine, you can immediately ascend to heaven and become an immortal.

Chang'e hid the medicine in the treasure box on the dressing table, but Pengmeng saw it.

Three days later, Hou Yi led his disciples out for hunting. Peng Meng, who had ulterior motives, pretended to be sick and stayed behind.

Soon after Hou Yi led everyone away, Peng Meng broke into the backyard of the inner house with a sword and forced Chang'e to hand over the elixir.

Chang'e knew that she was no match for Peng Meng. In the critical moment, she made a prompt decision, turned around, opened the treasure box, took out the elixir and swallowed it in one gulp.

Chang'e swallowed the medicine, and her body immediately floated off the ground, rushed out of the window, and flew to the sky.

Because Chang'e cared about her husband, she flew to the moon closest to the world and became an immortal.

In the evening, Hou Yi returned home, and the maids cried and told them what happened during the day.

Hou Yi was frightened and angry. He drew his sword to kill the villain, but Peng Meng had already escaped.

Hou Yi was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet and screamed.

The grief-stricken Hou Yi looked up at the night sky and called his beloved wife's name.

At this time, he was surprised to find that today's moon was particularly bright and bright, and there was a swaying figure that looked like Chang'e.

After the people heard the news that Chang'e flew to the moon and became an immortal, they all set up incense tables under the moon and prayed to the kind-hearted Chang'e for good luck and peace.

From then on, the custom of worshiping the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival spread among the people.

Ⅱ. Bright Moon·Sky·World Mid-Autumn Festival is a day when people feel homesick.

Looking at the bright moon, I couldn't help but sigh.

I am reminded of Su Shi's famous poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid it will be cold in the high places.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why will things last forever when we say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.

I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Ⅲ. Bright Moon · Broken Bridge · Pedestrian It’s late at night, it’s late autumn, I wanted to find some warmth to touch, but I can’t resist the coolness of autumn. Maybe it’s just me who is cold.

Walking on the broken bridge alone, the bridge is made of solid stone, but so cold. There are dozens of stone lions carved on the railings, each with a different shape. Some are glaring ahead, staring indifferently at the endless sky, as if

We want to tear apart this hypocritical darkness; some look very haggard, quietly licking the wounds in their hearts, maybe the sorrow in their hearts has not dissipated; some have blank eyes, very scattered, and the lion hair on their bodies is messy,

It was as if a trace of vicissitudes of life had passed through the tearful eyes, the deep wrinkles on the old face could not be replaced by lion hair, and the thick scars on the thin body could not be covered up by time.

People come and go on the bridge. There are family members who talk to each other, and there are also friends who chat and laugh. Passing by all kinds of people, I feel some kind of warm emotions intertwined among them, and enjoy the dullness of one person alone.

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Ⅳ.River Bank·River Water·Mumbling. On both sides of the broken bridge are lonely things like me. A few scattered weeping willows and a few slender branches hanging lazily. Some branches hang down into the water, breaking the calmness of the water.

Little ripples rippled, spreading out in circles, getting bigger and bigger, spreading out and getting lighter, until it returned to its original calmness, and then became even calmer and quieter than before.

The leaves on the branches of the weeping willows have basically fallen off, leaving a bald-like emptiness.

The candle shadow on the shore was shaking red, and through the faint yellow halo, there was a hazy pain.

There are also singers with dry voices, and the guitar sound is always out of tune, but the decibels are very high. When it comes from the river, the voice becomes very muddy, but you can still hear traces of sadness and melancholy.

The river has been flowing for more than a hundred years, and it still chants intermittently, chanting the loss of time, praising the disappearance of youth, and waiting blankly for the unknown future.

The autumn wind started, and I subconsciously wrapped myself in thin clothes. When I went out, I didn't expect it to be so cold at night.