[ Guide ]: Between sleeping and waking, it seems to be back to the dim and childhood days, when the gate was cool and the water was poured on the bamboo bed, waiting for the moon to rise and look up at the starry sky, my mother took the big cattail leaf fan sewed with old cloth and shook it slowly to catch mosquitoes. From time to time, she cracked on us, repeating those stories and waiting for us to sleep quietly in the night … Ah, in the freezing winter of the 39th winter, she will always miss the good summer. And sleep not, mosquito bite, don’t want to eat three volts cool summer, and feel as a souvenir of winter.     The weather is hot and the moonlight is like water. As it is the moon half of the ancestor’s sacrifice, Ghost Festival naturally appears quiet and quiet.. I can’t relax my heart like a duckweed in the water. I dream of my mother, alas! Didn’t she leave me for another world a hundred days ago? So far, I still regret not being able to meet her last face, and I fell asleep again in a daze..     Mother was surprised and asked, ” Third, is there an air conditioner that doesn’t turn on or not hot?”? I smiled and said, ” The air conditioner is a bit old, the room is small, I like smoking and burning mosquito repellent incense. You know, I am afraid of mosquitoes and seldom open them.”. Mother said excitedly, ” There is a small electric fan at the head of the bed to blow the wind.”. ‘ My heart was filled with shame when I stopped her old wrinkled hand: ” It doesn’t matter, it’s not hot. Go to sleep yourself.”. Mother insisted on picking up the big cattail leaf fan and pressing it in a low voice: ” I don’t have much sleep when you sleep. I’ll shake the fan slowly and repel mosquitoes.”. The mind is calm and naturally cool. ‘ I freely talking.     Between sleeping and waking, it seemed as if we had returned to the dim and childhood days when the gate was cool and the bamboo bed was set up with a shower of well water, waiting for the moon to rise and look up at the starry sky. Mother took the big cattail leaf fan sewed with old cloth and shook it slowly to catch mosquitoes. From time to time, she cracked and rattled on us, repeating those stories and waiting for us to sleep quietly in the night … Ah, my sleep seemed to be soaked in cold water and stirred, it was a dream.. what you think about in the day. The plain words are full of loving mother love enough for me to enjoy my life.     I immediately sat up and could no longer sleep in my trance. think about it: life and death are like the running of the four seasons, cool summer and cold winter, spring flowers and autumn fruits, which can neither be changed nor resisted. it is an accurate and sober understanding of reality and a philosophical view of ” gathering and scattering is fate”.     In midsummer, I miss my mother’s big cattail leaf fan.[ Responsible Editor: Tian Shaoyu[ Original ]