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We walked along the city wall.
Tonight is a full moon, round and large, hanging in the sky. As Old Li said, it looks like a jade plate, illuminating the entire night sky.
The sandy ground seemed to be covered with a layer of snow, shimmering silver under the moonlight.
A-Bao and I walked for a long time until we reached the beacon tower.
I saw a person standing on the beacon tower, playing a bamboo flute. It was Old Li.
I ran over and saw Old Li standing on the beacon tower, with his back to me, playing his tune.
“Old Grandpa Li, what song is this?” I asked as I approached him.
Old Li smiled and said, “This is a song played by frontier warriors.”
“A song played by frontier warriors?”
“Yes, this tune is played on a full moon night to remind people of their distant homes.”
I recalled the stories Old Li had told me about how frontier warriors played the bamboo flute on full moon nights to express their longing for home.
After thinking for a moment, I asked Old Li, “Old Grandpa Li, why are you playing this song here?”
Old Li smiled gently, “Because I miss someone far away.”
As he spoke these words, his gaze turned toward the distance.
I followed Old Li’s gaze into the darkness ahead.
In the distance was a void where nothing could be seen.
But I could feel that there must be someone very important out there.
“Xiaoyong, do you know why I like to tell stories about frontier warriors?” Old Li suddenly asked me.
I shook my head.
Old Li looked into the distance: “Because I was once a frontier warrior myself.”
“Ah?” I was surprised, looking at this frail old man before me, not expecting that he had once been a soldier.
“When I was young, I fought bravely alongside other frontier warriors to defend our country,” Old Li said slowly.
With a proud and self-satisfied expression on his face, he said, "Then why are you still here playing this piece?"
"Because I miss the people far away," Old Li replied, gazing into the distance. "Whenever this tune plays, I think of those far away and remember my days of battle." His eyes were filled with longing and sadness.
Suddenly, I thought of my own family—my parents and my younger sister. It had been a long time since I had seen them. I missed them too.
"Xiaoyong, remember, no matter where you are, never forget your family," Old Li said as he patted my shoulder.
I nodded vigorously. I would remember Old Li's words and never forget my family.
I decided to learn to play the bamboo flute. I wanted to comfort those who missed their hometowns and help them ease their feelings of longing.
I approached Old Li and asked, "Grandpa Li, can you teach me this piece?"
Old Li looked at me and smiled slightly. "Of course."
Thus, Old Li began to teach me how to play that piece. He patiently guided me step by step on how to play.
I studied diligently, practicing every day, hoping to master the piece as soon as possible. After several days of effort, I finally learned it.
On a night when the moon was full, A-Bao and I stood together on the beacon tower. I played the bamboo flute, and the melodious tune floated into the night sky.
Before my eyes, a scene gradually unfolded: soldiers at the border heard this familiar melody and stopped their work, looking up at the full moon in the sky with tears glistening in their eyes.
They miss their hometown and their loved ones, and in their hearts, there is endless longing. A-Bao and I sat quietly beside them, watching the warm smiles on the faces of these soldiers. Their smiles were soft and beautiful, like the moonlight. A wave of warmth surged in my heart, comforting me and making me feel very cozy. From that day on, every full moon night, I would stand on the beacon tower and play that tune.
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