Imitate the third paragraph of Ba Jin's Stars, 200 words are urgent!

Now living in a foreign country, facing the bright moon every night, seems to be very close to the bright moon. I walked on my way home and looked at the night sky. There is a hazy and gentle moon in the dim galaxy. I'm walking, and so is the moon. It's so clean and as bright as water! Gradually my thoughts drifted away, and I seemed to see the gentle Chang 'e dancing beside the laurel tree. The night in late autumn is wet, quiet and serene. I looked at the moon and I seemed to hear it whispering something to me. I seem to see it playing hide-and-seek with the stars in the sea of clouds. At this time, I forgot everything. I was intoxicated and fantasized about the eyes of the moon. I feel like a child, and now I am walking in my mother's arms.