It was a quiet night, but the air was very fresh. The moon climbed the hillside unconsciously. What kind of hillside is that? My grandfather said: there is a fairy living on the mountain. I don't think so, but I think there is an ugly one. Once, my village companions and I went to the mountains to catch birds. I lost my way in the dense forest. When I was in a daze, I suddenly heard a crying voice from behind a huge pine tree. It sounds like a woman crying, and it sounds sad. A brave companion ran quietly and took a look. He came back without saying a word. When we were about to ask him what had happened, he suddenly started to run. Run and shake. We were so scared that we ran after him and ran desperately. Unexpectedly, we ran out of the mountain and returned to our village. Later, the companion said: The woman he saw was white, with black hair and a terrible face.
The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and the sky is high and the clouds are far away. The pale moonlight cast mottled shadows under the tree. I was in a good mood and walked slowly along the river near the village. Frogs in the grass and fields fascinate me. But, wait, it seems that there are other voices mixed in. Oh, the piano. I looked up at the bridge and there was a white skirt with my back to me. She is playing the piano. The sound of the piano was cold and desperate. The originally calm river seems to be disturbed, and waves are beating against the banks.
I thought of the woman on that mountain, and I was a little scared. Was about to go back, she suddenly turned around and said to me plaintively:
Honey, can you not go?