Harvest Day
by Fu Yuehui
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The moon has not yet set, floating lightly on the aqua blue window glass like a thin piece of ice. In the golden autumn and August, the rich fragrance of ripe crops permeates the fields and villages. There is a sense of joy of harvest, a sense of sadness of ending, and a sense of eternal solemnity, all of which are floating quietly in the moonlight. One of the woman's hands lay in the darkness where the moonlight could not reach, groping to turn on the light. The strong incandescent light shone on the man's dark Chinese face, and his swollen eyelids trembled and cracked. The son sleeping in the other bed also felt the stimulation of the light, but he stubbornly held on to the dream, turned over unwillingly, turned his back to the light, and tried to relive the dream interrupted by the light: a large green-skinned pear, a bright room, and he was the only one in the room.
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