On that quiet night, I was alone, strolling in the streets of the town. The moon hangs in the sky like a silver plate, emitting silver light, covering this familiar and unfamiliar place with a mysterious color.
I came to the field along the familiar path. The fields in the moonlight are like fairyland awakened by magicians. Those sleeping rice and wheat seedlings seem to be whispering something in the moonlight. I close my eyes and breathe deeply this peace and harmony. My heart seems to be washed pure and transparent.
Across the field, I came to the stream. The stream is gurgling, the moonlight shines on the river like water, and the silver light flashes like a dream. I sat on a big stone by the stream, quietly listening to the song of the stream and watching the moonlight dance on the river. At that moment, I seemed to be in a fairy tale, and everything seemed so beautiful and quiet.
I walked back to the street of the town, and it was very quiet and serene in the moonlight. I looked up at the moon, and the moon seemed to smile at me. I seem to hear the moon saying to me, "Don't stop moving forward, even in the dark, there must be a bright light in your heart."
I kept walking, walking in the silver moonlight. I know that no matter where I go, no matter what difficulties and setbacks I encounter, I will go on with this beautiful memory and deep feelings. Because I know that no matter when and where, the field, the stream, the bright lamp and the silver moon that belong to my heart will accompany me and illuminate my way forward.