Meng Yan's Transformation

Zhan Yingying heard her mother's call, and she could no longer restrain her longing for her mother and her yearning for home...

Zhan Yingying looked up at the moon in the sky, carefully sketching it. Occasionally, a dark cloud covered the moon, and it became dark under her feet. Zhan Yingying's mood became even more depressed. But after a while, the dark cloud dispersed, and the moon that was blocked by the dark cloud became bright again...

Zhan Yingying thought of the moon in Heilongjiang, which was bright and round, like a jade disk sunk to the bottom of the water, pure and flawless. From summer to Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhan Yingying often climbed to the roof and lay on the roof with her mother fully clothed. The two pairs of eyes looked at the bright moon together, enjoying the happy and quiet time that belonged only to the mother and daughter. Zhan Yingying kept telling her mother about the interesting things that happened in the village, and her mother would always listen with a smile. Sometimes, her mother fell asleep while listening, and Zhan Yingying would wake her up, "Mom, mom, did you listen to me? Did you listen carefully!" Zhan Yingying said coquettishly... Mom would sometimes tell Zhan Yingying the story of "Chang'e Flying to the Moon", "Hou Yi Shooting the Sun", "Cowherd and Weaver Girl", "Dayu Controlling the Flood", etc. Mom has endless and fascinating stories to tell, and she has endless tenderness and kindness...

Tonight, Zhan Yingying stood alone "bathing" in the moonlight, looking into the night sky. The happy time she had with her mother had slipped away and was gone... A kind of sadness came over her again, her eyelids drooped, sadness and longing solidified between her brows. Zhan Yingying's eyes were red, and tears kept falling, forming shining traces. Her lips trembled slightly, and her hands trembled unconsciously. She sighed deeply, and her breathing became heavy, as if all the weight of the world was pressing on her heart. Her eyes became deep and sad, as if all the sadness in the world had flooded in those blurred eyes and could not escape...

"I must go find my mother and go home!" Zhan Yingying thought to herself. An autumn breeze blew from the window, dispersing the dark clouds, and the bright moonlight filled the road home under Zhan Yingying's feet...

Zhan Yingying looked at her uncle's family sleeping so soundly, as if they didn't know she existed at all. She felt that she was redundant in this family, a naughty "troublemaker" in this family, a wild child who was despised by others, a "tomboy", a country bumpkin...

Zhan Yingying didn't have the heart to wake them up. She didn't want to "disturb" her uncle's family anymore. So she tiptoed out of her schoolbag and took out a pen and wrote on her homework book: Dajiu, Dajiu mom, I'm leaving. I'm going to find my mother. I miss my mother! I miss home! She found a white snakeskin bag and walked up the mountain - she wanted to pick some wild fruits to bring back as a gift for her mother...

When Zhan Yingying walked up the mountain, the sun gradually rose. The pale blue sky seemed to be illuminated by the lights on the stage, and the east was painted with a touch of bright scarlet... Everything became quiet, with only the sound of the breeze gently blowing the leaves. Rhododendrons bloomed all over the mountains, blooming brightly, with red and pink colors rising and falling like waves... Wild hawthorns were mixed in the sea of ​​rhododendrons. The trees were full of red hawthorns, in clusters, one next to another. The red fruits hanging on the hawthorn trees looked like agates, and like round little lanterns, hanging on the branches, making people drool. The red wild hawthorns were playful and cute, waiting to be picked with smiles, passionately rendering the colors of autumn...

Zhan Yingying climbed up a tall wild hawthorn tree. After a while, she had picked most of the fruits in a snakeskin bag. She jumped down from the tree, straightened her clothes, and lay down under the big wild hawthorn tree. She took a deep breath and smelled the fragrance of azaleas and wild flowers that filled the mountains and fields, as well as the strong fragrance of wild fruits. She took a bite of the red wild hawthorn, which tasted sour, sweet, and refreshing...

Zhan Yingying picked some wild pears and wild apples and put them in a snakeskin bag.

Zhan Yingying lifted the snakeskin bag and felt that it was enough for her, so she walked towards the train station with the bag on her back! Zhan Yingying looked haggard and staggered, as if she was carrying the weight of the whole world and the heavy thoughts of her sister...

Zhan Yingying was going to her uncle's house at the Jinzhou Breeding Animal Forestry Factory in Liaoning Province to look for her younger sister Xiao Mengyan. She knew that her younger sister was very timid and that she must miss her mother and want to go home more than she did! Her younger sister was timid, and even if she missed her mother and wanted to go home so much, she didn't dare to tell her uncle and aunt. How painful it must be to bear the longing and not be able to see her mother!

Along the way, Zhan Yingying was extremely angry and sad. She walked towards the train station with her head held high. She didn't look at anyone and ignored anyone. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall. "Zhan Yingying, you are the strongest and can't be defeated by anything! Don't cry. Don't shed tears anymore!" Zhan Yingying silently warned herself.

Zhan Yingying was determined to bring her sister Xiao Mengyan home...