On the sixteenth day of the first month, go to the moon

The moon gave me a huge surprise. It really is "the moon is full abroad", my classmates and I exclaimed at the same time, "Is that the moon?!" Because in front of us is a viaduct, the huge moon at the end of the bridge is almost next to the horizon, and all the cars are Drive towards her, as if to enter her. Ah, her nakedness, depth, bright, ethereal, vast stillness, is like an unspeakable dream! Like a large street lamp in mid-air, like a hot air balloon, in short, like a fake, because it is far beyond what I have ever known about the moon in my life. Maybe it's because I've never had a chance to watch her rise from among the tall buildings in China. Can a powerful party be strong enough to block the moonlight, the starlight, the light of the heart?

All I know is that this is the first time in more than 20 years that I have seen such a big, round, and unbelievable moon. This is the first time I have met the moon. I watched her with all my heart, approached the bridge, and unknowingly ran towards the moon. Although the weight of my steps was far beyond my imagination, I still ran towards her with all my devotion, expectation, and joy. The bridge is very long, no matter how long the bridge is. No matter how to run, it seems that there is no end, and the distance between me and the moon has not shortened, but I am not lost at all, I only take it as a joke, this is a road without thoughts, I just want to run in the light, run down, let All purpose disappears.

Stare at her, looking through her glasses as best you can to those black lines, mysterious shadows, and a shining star that accompanies her. Whenever a car passed by, the bridge would shake slightly. I distributed the taro moon cakes in my hand to my companions, saying, eat while watching the moon, pretending that we eat the moon into our stomachs, and the light is digested into our bones. The moon will not be missing, and I am proliferating to perfection. That moonlight reminded me of Steppenwolf's future, and today I'm still asking myself, "In this chaotic daily life, how do I get to my inner path?" My life is like a chaotic song, and rationality sets the standard for me. The rhythm, the music ignites my holy fire, and I hope to dance to death, and one day I can no longer move, and make a statue of my head, and welcome the pigeons to shit on it.

In these billions of years of darkness, the moon reaches the night sky on time every day, "as if the purpose of life was to make his own image unshakable. Like the moon in the lake."

And can I have this naivety of pursuing the moon every day? Leave these serious questions to the troubled minds, and I giggled and ran backwards from the bridge.