After digesting a whole day's work, I feel like a garbage can that has not been emptied. My body is full of various toxic wastes such as fatigue and decadence, and my chest feels blocked.
When I walked out of the subway station, it was dark at night. Occasionally a few cars pass by on the expressway, and there are few pedestrians on the sidewalk, so there are no two or three cars in sight. At that moment, I suddenly subconsciously looked up and saw a full moon hanging high in front of me.
It is eye-catching and can even be described as dazzling. The shadow on the moon is as clear as the high-definition teaching photos in science class. Close at hand. I squinted and tried to catch it with my hand. I feel so close that I can hold it in my palm.
At that moment, I suddenly had an idea: as time goes by, years go by. For thousands of years, people all over the world have looked up, looked at and wanted to touch the same moon!
At that moment, I was dragged by the bright moon, from being immersed in the trivial things of daily work, into a state of being with the eternal people and even the universe. I feel my own smallness, but this smallness makes me realize the vastness of the world and the vastness of the universe. Looking at the moon, I replanted myself into the soil of the universe like a seed.
At that moment, I found peace, and the things in my chest magically disappeared.
Tonight, if you are also deeply tired, or worried about the unsatisfactory life, please raise your head. Because when you look at the moon, the moon is also looking back at you with gentle eyes.
Twilight slowly sinks,
Everything around us has become far away,
Beautiful soft Venus light.
Higher first!
Everything is moving,
Mist rises;
The reflection of Pinghu
The night is gloomy and silent.
In that lovely east
I feel the brightness of the moon,
Wicker curls like silk.
Teasing the lake by the tree.
Through the game of shadows
The trembling moon, the shadow of luna,
Slip gently into your eyes
The coolness of the heart.
-Goethe
Everything I touched was broken.
The mourning year has passed and the birds' wings are low. The moon is naked in the cold night, and the apricot and olive trees are ripe. Charity of the years.
-Kafka (selected from notes)
I looked at the moon;
The moon looks at me;
I smiled at him;
She kept silent. ...
Big and round;
Yellow eyes are cold and indifferent;
I looked at the moon;
The moon forgot me;
I glared at her;
she falls asleep ...
Thin and curved;
Golden eyelashes are flashing.
-"The Moon and Me" from Gu Cheng
The moon has risen,
Moonlight shines on the waves;
I hold my lover tightly,
Our hearts are inflated.
Wear it on a woman's wrist,
I rest by the silent sea;
What are you eavesdropping on in the wind?
What stirred your jade hand?
"There is no wind,
This is the mermaid singing,
A long time ago, my sisters,
It's all buried by the sea. "
Heine
Every time I look at the bright moon in the sky, I think: is anyone watching the moon by the fence at this time?
The full moon is like a mirror, hanging in the blue sky. We should all stay in the mirror. There must be someone in this mirror.
Looking at the mirror on a cold night, I only feel cold light on my face. Facing the cool moon, I feel the same way.
On the sea, on the mountain, in the garden, in the street, sometimes in the quiet night, I stand alone on the high platform of the city. When I look at the bright moon, I always feel that cold light and cold air invade my body. One winter night, standing in a small yard, I saw the moonlight on the frosty ground and felt a thick layer of frost on my clothes.
Indeed, the moonlight is very cold. I know that dead planets don't release heat. The light of the moon is the light of death. But why is there a legend of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon? Can that beautiful woman who took the elixir of life revive this lifeless planet? Or she saw someone's face in the mirror.
-Ba Jin's "Month"
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