Rewrite the stars written by Ba Jin into poetry.

I love the moonlit night, but I also love the starry sky. Once upon a time, in my hometown, when I was enjoying the cool in the yard in the evenings of July and August, I loved to watch the dense stars in the sky. Looking at the stars, I will forget everything, as if I were back in my mother's arms. There was a back door where I lived in Nanjing three years ago. Every night when I open the back door, I see a quiet night. Below is a vegetable garden, and the blue sky is full of stars. Although starlight is tiny to our naked eyes, it makes us feel that light is everywhere. At that time, I was reading some books on astronomy. I knew some stars, as if they were my good friends. They were always talking to me. Now at sea, facing the stars every night, I know them very well. I lay on the deck and looked up at the sky. There are countless stars hanging in the dark blue sky. The ship is moving, and so are the stars. They're so low, they're really shaky! Gradually my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see countless fireflies flying around me. The night at sea is soft, silent and dreamy. I look at many stars I know, and I seem to see them winking at me, and I seem to hear them whispering. At this moment, I forgot to cut it. In the arms of the stars, I fell asleep laughing. I feel like a child, sleeping in my mother's arms now. One night, the Englishman who got on the boat in Rumbo showed me the giants in the sky. He pointed out: four bright stars are the head, the body below, these are hands, those are legs and feet, and three stars are belts. After his guidance, I really saw the giants in the sky. Look, that giant is still running!