2. The heat has not faded, and Jingui is fragrant. The night wind blows gently, like a note of missing, playing with care and comforting people wandering in a foreign land. "Philip Burkart's home is a thousand miles bright." The moonlight is like washing, illuminating the way home, pushing a cup for a change, and waiting for the old friend to return.
In fact, we don't know the meaning of parting, and we don't understand the meaning of wandering. In this small town, two or three friends, we spent many years blowing the night breeze. Looking back at the road, the years of studying hard at the cold window are coming to an end. Twelve years, not twelve days, not twelve months, are twelve years in which spring comes and winter comes, and cold and summer alternate. Maybe this time next year, we will have packed our bags, hurried around a corner, expressed our thoughts through the screen, and set foot on the train home with anxious to return's feelings. But now we are sitting in the classroom, immersed in the sea of books, rubbing our eyes will see the sunset glow that only appears in hot evening self-study, and we will look up for a few times on the way back to the classroom because of the quiet moonlight. I just didn't think. As if in the blink of an eye, the child who dreams of traveling around the world with a sword has lost his childishness and youth. He is eager to use his youth loneliness to try the fork in the road of life. He is hesitant about the future and I pull out my dagger. I peep at the futile hesitation of the four roads.
4. What kind of ending is worthy of being displaced from place to place, the hardships of 12, and the last stop now. We have never left home for thousands of miles, but we will eventually leave home. You know the fairy tale of "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon", and you know Su Shi's "I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful". When the accumulated thoughts wander lonely in the corner of the cold city, when there is a lamp left for you among the thousands of lamps in Qian Qian, you will know that the original thoughts will really travel through space, cross the dimension, and come to you with a clear glow in the moonlight, which is dusty and precious.
We spent year after year laughing, and frequently recorded the beauty around us in the days when we often counted our fingers. Even though I stumbled all the way, I am glad that all my friends and companions are good friends. In a trance, it is the last Mid-Autumn Festival on the way to study for twelve years. I have never felt any real parting, but I know that in this day when we can't meet each other, we are all working hard for the next meeting. I don't know how to write White of the Moon with clear strokes and incisive sentences. All I know is that in my stuttering and incoherent words, there is an expectation for the next reunion. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. This preface is irrelevant, but I just want to tell you that I hope we can all glow in the days when we don't meet.