Galaxy still

 　　I have seen the night sky in many places. Simply put, those different night sky can be roughly divided into two categories: the night sky in the city and the night sky in the countryside.

　　The night sky of the city is about the same: the twinkling neon lights, connected into a sea of ​​bright lights, the gorgeous light attracts the blurred eyes of people who are on the move for a livelihood, and even the stars in the sky have lost their brilliance. And what impressed me the most was the night sky of my hometown, where the night sky is worth remembering for a lifetime.

　　The night sky of my hometown is diverse. There is the darkness of invisible fingers, the splendid beauty of the galaxy, and the romance of the bright moon; there is the tranquility of the light rain, the quietness of the chirping insects, and the loneliness of the heavy snow... In the four seasons, I especially like the night sky in summer.

　　In the summer of my childhood, what I looked forward to most was the nightfall slowly after the sunset. In the evening, I always cook the mung bean soup early, and then wet the floor of the building with a basin of water. After the temperature of the floor is lowered, I carefully prepare the bed. When the parents came back from work in the field, the family sat on the bed upstairs, riding in the cool breeze, and drinking mung bean soup for relieving heat. In front of me, there is a field as heavy and vast as iron; when I look up, there is the boundless firmament and the stars in the night sky.

　　After the meal, I took the refreshing clothes I had after bathing, lying on the soft bed, looking directly at the vast night sky in front of me, and my heart was always filled with inexplicable emotions, like a river, or fierce surging, or quiet. . That is Enron that is incomparable to any kind of thing in the world. In that night sky, people become small and pure. The worries during the day were also swept away by the silent night sky, and people were as soft and calm as stars.

　　On such a night, the parents after a tiring day are particularly amiable. They point to the vast starry sky and tell the children the legends and stories about the stars. Those untouchable rumors and past have added a different kind of mystery to the galaxy in front of me, and have also inserted wings to space for my immature soul.

　　If it encounters a bright moon in the sky, the silver moonlight will shed, and a misty gauze will be covered between the sky and the earth, and the stars will also be obscured by the moonlight, only a few sparse ones will be missed. With a pair of small feet, the moon slowly moved from one cloud to another. The moonlight leaked through the leaves, and with the wind, the mottled light and shadow were sifted.

　　On many quiet nights, I face the colorful galaxy or the bright moon, listening to the moan of Xia Chong, and looking tirelessly at the magnificent starry sky, fearing that once I fall asleep, those dreamy scrolls will disappear. So, with my family’s sound sleep, I blinked with Xingxing, Xin'er separated from the body and swam in the galaxy. Sometimes, I wake up in the moonlight. Under the moonlight, everything in the world is immersed in a layer of aesthetic romance. The bright moonlight is cool, like a gurgling stream, moisturizing the earth and refreshing my heart.

　　On those countless nights, I have seen the most bizarre sights, probably the time I saw the red moon by chance. In the middle of the night, the red full moon was so gorgeous that even the clouds around it were dyed scarlet. However, the beautiful red moon exudes a cool light. The bright red, and its cool temperature, are like water and fire blending, fierce and strange, but harmonious. What a thrilling scene! If it weren't for sleeping upstairs in the summer, how could I see such a fantasy scene?

　　Those gorgeous galaxies accompany me through long summers one after another, becoming an indispensable paradise in my heart, enriching my eyes, head and heart.

　　When I returned to my hometown a few days ago, I once again saw the brilliant galaxy above my head. It was as beautiful as when I was a child. It turned out that the speechless Galaxy has never changed. It has been waiting for the wanderers to return home and look up.

　　Until that moment, I did not understand: when we look up and look at the galaxy, are we not washing our souls? Looking up at the starry sky from time to time, it is not only to talk to myself, but also to embrace my soul. Therefore, even if you are trapped in the mundane world, don't lose the habit of raising your head.

　　The galaxy is still there. Do you know?