Brilliant moonlight in hometown
Yesterday is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I should have been with my family at home, but my parents were still in my hometown then. I couldn't even make a phone call to them for there's no telecom service there. Maybe the moon is the only eyewiness that transmits my yearning to them. An old Chinese saying says, "The moon always shines its most brilliant gleam upon hometown." I really have the same feeling right now. The moonlight used to be brilliant and amiable in my memory. When I was in junior high school I had to have night classes every day. Life wasn't so easy at that time for the lack of electricity. We usually red or wrote in the light of kerosene. The classes in the evening might take one and a half hours. During the break we played basketball beyond the moonlight. It seems kind of dangerous to do that without light, but that was the only funny sports we could enjoy. After class I had to walk back home alone. It's about 25 minutes' walk. The path snaked its way among the fields and I couldn't see anyone while walking, only the moon watched me walk quickly. The moon was my best silent friend on my way back home. As the moon was full I was delighted with joy, and I got sad while the moon waned. If the moonlight is invisible I was frightened by the rushing wild animals or the breeze. I could run back home in ten minutes as soon as possible then. My father greeted me at the gate of the school in the winter. The moon poured its light upon our backs. It's really a delighted journey! I hoped it would take us longer to get back home, because father's story hadn't been finished yet when we arrived at home. Father had been a Chinese teacher before I went to elementary school and he is good at Chinese classical literature. He used to tell me history stories, fables, tales, poems and so on. I perfered tales and poems of Tang dynasty more than others. Maybe the moon clarifed my soul and made me interested in poems. It's the moon that shines upon my path and it's my father who teaches me to be an honest man. My parents migrated to town several years ago and I haven't been back to hometown from then on. I don't know whether the school is still in good shape as usual and I don't know if the path among the fields is full of joy. I hope the children in hometown have the same feeling of mine to the moon while they needn't worry about walking in the dark night alone. "Each member of family outside misses each other at the right moment when the moon rising above the sea."(海上生明月，天涯共此时) I hope my parents can get my bless when they watch the moon, they must have noticed it for the moon is twinkling to me.
