Imitate the third paragraph of Ba Jin's Stars.

Now living in a foreign country, facing the bright moon every night, I seem to be close to it. I walked on my way home and looked at the night sky. There is a hazy and gentle moon in the faint milky way. I'm walking, and so is the moon. So clean, the moon is 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. And then forget everything. I am intoxicated in the eyes of the moon, and I fantasize. I feel like a child, and now I'm walking in my mother's eyes.