It is my little uncle who came from afar to accompany me to enjoy the moon.
I was just 20 years old that year. One early spring night, my father died suddenly. I felt that the sky was falling, and I felt trapped by a strange force. I had no resistance. I unconsciously fell into the dark night, unable to see a glimmer of light and touch the direction of progress. The gloomy heart smeared the words into a decadent state and published them in the school newspaper. My uncle knew about it, and he decided to visit me in Ganzhou.
At the first sight of me, my uncle severely reprimanded me with a straight face: "Don't think stupid, you are such a big man, you should be sensible and learn to be strong." Suicide is the least valuable, and your father is restless in the grave! "I was speechless, silently bowed their heads and tried to control my tears.
He and I had a meal in the canteen and gave me 60 yuan by the way. Money is such a tacky thing. At that time, I felt affection and warmth.
After dinner, my uncle accompanied me around the campus, and the two of them were relatively silent, only Chunfeng smiled.
My father has four brothers, only my uncle successfully jumped out of the agricultural gate and became a plumber in the post and telecommunications unit of the provincial capital. I am in the village and he is in the city. I seldom contact him at ordinary times, and my uncle and nephew are not close. When he came from Nanchang and suddenly appeared in front of me, he was melancholy, but the surprise had come. At critical moments, family can always show its strength and charm.
My uncle's income is not high. In order to save money, he and his acquaintances took the "Changji Gan" line mail car. They collected and received parcels along the 105 national road. It was originally a five or six-hour drive, but it took more than ten hours. The mail train from the stars is only to send my uncle to the gate of my school in the afternoon, and then to Ganzhou city.
I have an appointment with the driver. At four o'clock the next morning, the mail car came to pick up my uncle and return to Nanchang.
That night, my uncle and I were huddled in a single cot in the student dormitory, afraid to disturb other students' rest and lay silently. Time always flies when you sleep well. Near four o'clock in the morning, we got up in a daze and hurried to the school gate, but we didn't see the mail car.
Uncle looked at his watch. It's only five past four, and he is wandering anxiously in the moonlight for fear of missing the bus. I stood quietly under the moon, looked up at the moon, looked at the mountains and trees in the distance, and my heart slowly dissolved.
The Millennium bright moon shines on the square heart, washing away the dust like clear water, and removing the light dust floating in the heart a little.
The moonlight at four o'clock in the morning is the first sight of my life. Before and after, I haven't seriously seen the moonlight at this time node. In this washing moonlight, I feel the value of family and understand that life is not easy. On the earth, in my heart, in the south of Jiangxi, I wrote down the life advice with light as a pen: "Life is to live, to live."
After waiting for the bus for a long time, my uncle stopped pacing and took a nap under the moon. I sat quietly on the floor next to him, and unconsciously we all fell asleep in the moonlight.
When the mail car horn sounded at the school gate, the hour hand pointed to 6 o'clock, and it was dawn. Looking at the bright red taillights of the mail car drifting away on the secret passages in the mountainous areas of southern Jiangxi, I stood in the early morning and stretched myself, silently telling myself:
-Really, it's dawn.