The sun miserly puts away its light, and the stars sleep behind dark clouds, but they don't shine. Are you really afraid of frost? Why can the curtains of moonlight be so thick that you can't hear the wind singing? Every corner of the night sky is scattered. In that vast land, I can only see your Yin Hui ribbon.
Zhang Ruo didn't need to sing on the river, and he didn't invite poets to raise their glasses. That Zhang Dai is too cold to stand. He only dares to swim in the West Lake on the fire in his clothes at a more fixed time, lamenting that life is slim. Let me think, is the bright moon in the rustling sky laughing at the temporary loneliness of ephemera?
I really feel a little unwilling for this, and I really feel sorry for it. The bright moon often hangs in space, often accompanied by the milky way, until eternity. Are you really not afraid of loneliness?
"According to people's love for the moon, where are all the people who see the moon now?"
At least I'm thinking. I said that the eternal existence of the moon is lonely, and I want to face life alone. This is a real setback. The moon loves the world alone, and things are different. I am also paying for my life alone, from beginning to end. For the moon, those lives are short-lived. Isn't it inevitable to lose them? And I, will my efforts bear fruit? In that case, why should the moon love? Why should I try to seize every opportunity? If the result is sad and I fall back to the original point, is the whole process still meaningful? I have a sad face.
I stood at the window, the moon was high in the night sky, clear and bright, and my thoughts slowly flowed out. Maybe so-
Although the moon is lonely, its clarity and light can cover everything and make the whole world a part of Hua Song itself. I thought deeply and smiled. Forever, in this way, the moon moves around, asking for nothing in return, regardless of the cost, loving it may not be really lonely.
For me, I can no longer expect results, treat all my experiences as treasures, or have no one to support me, or walk the road of life alone, but my life with rich memories is not blank or lonely. ...
I can't help laughing. It turns out that the lonely moon can be lonely.