It was a beautiful summer. Night fell, and the air in the village was filled with the croaking of frogs. The sky was blue, and the universe seemed deep and mysterious. Thousands of millions of stars blinked and looked at every corner of the world. At night, the heat waves during the day were slowly steaming, and a cool breeze flowed in the air. I wandered around the yard with my shirtless bare hands, sometimes looking at the stars in the sky and sometimes asking my father all kinds of strange questions.

My father is a fun person at heart. He happily told me and my brother and I to take us to swim. My brother and I looked at my father curiously. My father explained that there are too many people in the village in the village during the day, so I feel embarrassed to swim inside. It would be great to go quietly to the dam in the dark night. We applauded, so the three of us tiptoed to approach the dam quietly. I don’t know why my father is so timid, even if the people in the village see it. Children always don’t understand the hypocrisy of adults, but we are as cautious as our father. While walking, we have to look around to see if anyone passes by. There are very few people in the village at night, but there are also old men who go to visit home very late.

The father was the first to go into the water. His expression told me that the water in the dam was very cold. My brother and I followed my father's steps into the dam. I was very worried that the frogs in the water would treat me as feed, and it would not be easy to bite any part. But this worry was unnecessary. There were 100,000 frogs who were worried that they would not dare to approach us. I actually found that the water gradually became very hot. I asked my father curiously what the reason was. My father pushed the water to him while giving it to me.

He said that the sun was sunny all day, and the water temperature was naturally very hot at night. When I thought, it made sense. Suddenly, I heard a cough not far away. My father immediately ordered us to hide our bodies in the water and expose our heads outside. The three of us were like scouts who had been ambushed, quietly watching the person walking down. The man was Lao Jing at the head of the village. He didn't even look back at his head, but just walked along with coughing. We were secretly happy for our profound hidden skills.

Apart from swimming in the dam, it seems that it is not swimming, it is just a walk in the water. It is still a bit difficult to swim in the dam, and we are all landslides, so there is no way to talk about swimming. There were no fruit trees at our house at that time. I heard that there are many fruit trees on the fruit trees in the neighbors above, but I just heard that there is no actual evidence. The neighbors had moved away long ago, but the fruit trees still grew vigorously. I just stood at my own home and saw it from afar. Logically speaking, if you pick them up openly, no one will be held accountable. But you still have to consider the opinions of the villagers, so my father came up with a very "adventurous" plan one night to steal the fruits from the neighbors.

My father’s fun place was for this operation, and he wore white clothes and a hat, looking like a thief. Of course, I also took on my father’s deputy this time. My younger brother was still young, so he could only stay at home and wait with his mother for us to return in triumph.

Although I am young, I am very adventurous and always lurking in front of my father and climbing up to break through. We quickly crawled in the grass under the fruit tree and confused with the moonlight. My father quietly told me, don’t act rashly, wait for the opportunity, and then make a move. Every second I climbed in the grass, my little heart kept beating, afraid of being revealed by some mysterious figures at night, and my mind was full of various countermeasures.

My father and I hurriedly returned home with fruits in his pocket. After returning home, we happily told my mother and brother about the whole process of stealing fruits. Of course, my father’s real intention was not to let us learn how to steal things, but to deliberately exercise our courage and adaptability. It is this action under the moonlight that makes my childhood so happy.

In the evening, our family put the table on the concrete steps. After dinner, our parents chatted. My brother and I sat on the steps to look at the stars, the moon, and the entire universe. My father knew a lot and pointed to some stars in the sky to tell us myths. Among them were the stories of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but what my father told did not seem to be a love story. But there is a detail that I remember very clearly. My father said that on July 7th every year, the conversation between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can be heard under the vines. In the years that followed, I have been looking for places with vines, and once regarded the clover tree as a vine. I believe that that beautiful legend will be true.
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