If I were Sun Wukong, I would pluck a hair and say "change", and let it turn into a pair of eyes and give them to the little Qingqing next door, so that she can see the moon and stars like me and look like a little umbrella. If I were Sun Wukong, I would pluck out a single hair and say "change" and let it turn into a spaceship, carry me to the sky, pick off the crescent moon and give it to my little brother as a cradle, so that my little brother's dreams can be linked to mine. Dreams are as sweet