Mountain Moon and Dust

The wind in the mountains and fields in the south of the Yangtze River, wrapped in the fragrance of wheat and the sweetness of cinnamon honey, spreads over the fields and bamboo houses, turning the years into a gentle look. Ah Shi once chased the moonlight on the mountain top and ignored the fireworks. Yueniang was trapped in the bamboo house guarding her old feelings. Ah Xing used a carving knife to cut stones to hide her thoughts, until Qing He brought a stove of warm smoke and a basket full of wheat straw to pick up the scattered hearts one by one. Wheat is plowed in spring, warehouses are filled with harvest in autumn, and wine is stored and brewed in winter. Following the folk customs and proverbs passed down from our ancestors, we grind stones to decorate handkerchiefs and weave cages to keep the year old. Fireworks hide subtle warmth in daily life. A bowl of hot porridge is given to each other, a stone ornament conveys affection, and a jar of snow wine surrounds the stove. They are all the tenderness of neighbors and the relief of reconciling with the past. There are no waves or twists and turns, just the stories of people in the mountains and wilds staying together through the four seasons. From the difficulty of letting go of obsession to finding peace of mind, we understand that the best perfection is to have someone beside you on your pillow, the fire in the stove is not cold, and there are fireworks every year, and you are dependent on each other every year.