How bright the moonlight is at home! -Ji Xianlin Prose Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moon. Everyone likes the moonlight in his hometown. That's probably what happened. However, if there is only one moon alone, it seems a bit lonely. Therefore, in China's ancient poems, the moon always has something as a foil, mostly mountains and water, and there are countless things like "the mountain is high and the moon is small" and "the moon reflects three pools and prints the moon". My hometown is on the great plain in northwest Shandong. I never saw a mountain when I was a child. What is Fuchiyama? I once imagined that the mountain was probably a round and thick pillar, standing tall and imposing. Later, when I arrived in Jinan and saw the mountain, I suddenly realized that the mountain was like this. So, I watch the moon in my hometown and never touch the mountains. Just like Su Dongpo said, "The moon rises in Dongshan and lingers among bullfights", which is completely beyond my imagination. As for water, there is a lot of water in my hometown. Several large pits account for more than half of the village area. In the eyes of my children, although I can't be as magnificent as Dongting Lake's "August Lake here", it is also quite hazy. In summer, after dusk, I lay on the ground near the pit in the yard and counted the stars in the sky. Sometimes a bonfire is lit under the ancient willow, and then cicadas fly down from the tree. It is much easier than using chewed wheat grains to remove glue during the day. I enjoy it every night and look forward to the evening every day. Later, I went to the pit and looked up and saw a bright moon in the sky, clear and full of light, which complemented the moon in the water. Although I don't know what poetry is, I enjoy it and something is stirring in my heart. Sometimes I play by the pit for a long time before going home to sleep. In my dream, I saw two months stacked together, and the clear light was more crystal clear. The next morning, I got up and went to the reeds beside the pit to pick up the eggs laid by ducks. I flashed in vain and put my hand into the water. When I touch them, it is an egg. At this time, I am happier. I only stayed in my hometown for six years, and then I left my hometown and wandered around the world. I have lived in Jinan for more than ten years, stayed in Beijing for four years and returned to Jinan for one year. Then I lived in Europe for nearly eleven years and returned to Beijing. It has been more than forty years now. During this period, I have been to nearly 30 countries in the world. I have seen many moons. I have seen the moon on the beautiful Lake Le Mans in Switzerland, on the vast desert in Africa with flat sand, on the blue sea and on the majestic mountains. It should be said that this moon is great and I like it very much. However, when I saw them, I immediately thought of the little moon above the reed pit in my hometown and in the water. By contrast, I am moved anyway. These big moons in the vast world are absolutely not as good as my beloved little moons. No matter how much Wan Li I left my hometown, my heart suddenly flew. My little moon, I will never forget you! I'm almost eighty years old now. Living in Longrun Garden is a scenic spot in Yanyuan Garden. To exaggerate, there are luxuriant forests and bamboos, green water flowing, and several earth mountains dotted among them. The scenery is undoubtedly wonderful. A few years ago, when I came back from Lushan, an old friend who was recuperating in Lushan came to see me. Seeing such scenery, he suddenly said, "What are you doing in Lushan, where you live?" It can be seen that Longrun Garden is impressive. Because there are mountains, moon, water, trees, flowers and birds here, every night, the moon shines on the blue waves, covering the sky up and down, and the lotus fragrance overflows in the distance, and the birds are singing quietly. This is really a place to enjoy the moon. The wonders of moonlight in the lotus pond are right outside my window. Whoever comes here, can't you just ignore it and enjoy it? However, whenever I value such beautiful scenery, I still think of the ordinary little moon in my hometown Weikeng. Seeing homesickness on the moon has become a frequent experience for me. Nostalgia is a disease that can neither be described as pain nor happiness, including reminiscence, melancholy, nostalgia and regret. Time flies, and time will never come again. There is sweetness in bitterness. How bright the moonlight is at home! . When can I see the moon in my hometown again? I looked at the southern sky and flew to my hometown.