Write an 800-word composition about the moon in my heart.

The lonely moon on that winter night sat quietly in a corner of the horizon, with clear light and loneliness. The sun miserly puts away its light, and the stars sleep behind dark clouds, but they don't shine. Are you really afraid of snow and ice? Why can the curtains put down at night 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. It is not the season for Zhang to sing by the river, and no poet raises a glass to invite him. That Zhang Dai is too cold to stand. He only dares to swim in the West Lake with clothes and fire at a more fixed time, lamenting that life is slim. Let me see, is the bright moon in the sky mocking the temporary loneliness of ephemera? I really feel a little unwilling for this, and I really feel a little sorry for it. The bright moon hangs high in space, often with 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?" A hundred years ago, how many couples finally got married in the flowers and the moon; How many couples have deep feelings before and after the flowers. The moon has lost poets and musicians whose names can still be called. Over time, its bright eyes saw many people, from absolute beauty to being buried, listening to their voices fading away and facing their dim faces until they disappeared completely in front of their eyes, and these were only for themselves. Is that a hundred years of loneliness? I hope the moon is merciless, but it loves the enthusiastic people in the world. It sends silent whispers to the thinking women, listens to the depressed voice of the officials who have fallen off the horse, and it will always walk in the handed down chapter. Every winter night, I always stare at the lonely moon. Is it meditation? At least I'm thinking. I said that the eternal existence of the moon is loneliness, but I have to face life alone, which is also loneliness. 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 always short. Isn't losing them inevitable? And in my case, is my efforts really fruitful? In that case, why should the moon love? Why should I try to seize every opportunity? If the result is sad, I will be depressed back to the original point. Does the whole process make sense? 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 brilliance and light can cover everything and make the whole world a part of Hua Song. I mused and smiled. In this way, the moon always touches its surroundings ... without asking for anything in return ... regardless of the cost ... love is not necessarily really lonely. As for me, I can no longer hope for the result, treat all my experiences as treasures, or walk the road of life alone, but my life with rich memories is not blank, and I am no longer lonely ... I can't help laughing. It turns out that lonely months can also be lonely.