At night, when I woke up, my eyelids felt thinner and translucent. The brightness of my eyes lit up in the darkness, thinking it was dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw the snow-white moonlight reflecting on my face, the pillows, the bedding, and the white walls. The whiteness of the moonlight and the purity of the walls combined to light up my room and my heart. I don’t know when Moonlight walked into my room. He must have peeked at my sleeping posture and my sleepy face while I was sleeping. In my sleep, does the moonlight still peek into the stories in my dreams?
The affection of the moon disturbed my sleepiness, so I simply turned over and sat up, put on a gauze, leaned against the bedside, and looked out the window. Solid color curtains can block the moon's eyes, but they cannot block the moon's light. I wanted to look into the moon's eyes, lifted up the quilt, stood up, walked to the window, and opened the blind curtains. A dazzling light rushed into my eyes and illuminated my body. I know that the moon has embraced me deeply into its embrace. I felt its heat and its intentions. I didn't dare to look directly into its eyes, so I tightened my body slightly to keep it at a certain distance from me. My Wanjue has not broken away from its passion, it still hugs me tightly and comfortably. I couldn't refuse its passion, and I surrendered to lie in its arms, nestling softly in its arms. Everything is so quiet, safe, warm and comfortable.
looked into the distant sky by the light of the moon, pursuing the deep feelings of the past on the other side of the galaxy . Are old friends safe and sound after so many years? Have they ever thought of me? I confess, I think of you often. I think of it often and it is engraved in my heart. I read it page by page, appreciate it, and reflect on it. Closed, opened again. Closed, opened again. The old affection is still so vivid, still so bright red. The ends of the world, as long as you think of them, they will be hidden in your heart. The old people are still there, and the love and intention will be carried into the sunset.
Do you still remember that day, also at night, when I returned to my hometown from afar, you were the first person to hug me, and your warmth made me breathless. You look through every strand of my hair, and you say that I have changed, become happier, younger, and more confident. You held my hand and ran wildly through the night, all the way to the field ridge in the suburbs. That day, there was also a bright moon in the sky, and the bright moonlight illuminated our bodies brightly. I leaned on your shoulder and said that the moon is immoral and always chooses to peek into other people's privacy at night. You took off your coat and covered our heads and said, when encountering the dazzling light, you can avoid it, and wait until one day when the light fades, you can turn around. You also said that if others make rude remarks, you can ignore them and continue to appreciate what you like. I know, you are talking about the wisdom of advance and retreat. Later, I used your "advance and retreat wisdom" and began to pursue the best things in life.
Today’s moonlight is also bright and direct, falling on my body, immersing into my heart, and reading my story. At this moment, I felt a little chilly, and the gauze on my body fell diagonally on my back shoulders. When I was arranging my clothes, I saw that part of the moonlight on my body had receded, and the reflection on my body was bright and dark. The bright light seems to be moving, and the dark light also seems to be moving. The bright light gradually becomes narrower, and the dark light becomes wider and wider. I know that the moon is about to leave, and I have to peek into other people's feelings. I know that the moon glimpsed my story, became jealous of old friends, had mixed feelings for me, and decided to leave. I didn't dare to look up at the moon, and watched the moonlight on me slowly move away with all my heart. The last ray of moonlight disappeared from my eyes, and his warmth left me without even a flash on my body. He left me so ruthlessly. It stole my affection and nourished its affection. It stole my love, filled my words, and made my thoughts cumbersome.
The moon that stole my love is gone, leaving a shadow in my room, but I don’t feel sad, thinking that the tenderness the moon once gave me will turn into hope. The moon that stole my love left, and I smiled lightly. Faced with its ruthlessness, I remained as still as water."Looking at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, I am not surprised at the favor or disgrace. I look at the clouds rolling in the sky and I have no intention of leaving or leaving." Don't be immersed in illusory dreams, face the possible impermanence of life, know how to make choices, use advancement and retreat, understand the meaning of life, and find the real moon.
