Embrace the Moon

The moon is in the sky, you are on your boat, a bottle of wine is in your mouth, and you are feeling the emotion. You look up at the moon and let it shine all over your body. You want to embrace the moon, but in an instant, the river hides you, leaving only the shimmering surface of the river. Some people say that you incarnated as a moon fairy and the bright moon stayed in your arms forever.

You are so in love with the moon, you with infinite deep feelings, yearning for the moon, eulogizing the moon. The world is so unpleasant, so what is the purest and most noble place? The moon, only the moon, it seems that only the moon can make you get relief.

You are in a period of the history of change, eager to achieve great ambitions, full of ambition, you were summoned by the Emperor of Tang, mistakenly thought that the curtain of a brilliant political career has opened, but did not realize that you are only a talented poetry plaything in the eyes of the emperor. So you took advantage of the wine to kill your sorrow, and through drunkenness, you played with power and nobility, reclining in the hall, yelling at Gao Lux to take off his boots, and were eventually idled by the emperor in the Hanlin Academy. Your phrase "the toad eclipses the round shadow, the night of the great brightness has been destroyed" "Yin essence this fall confused, go to go not enough to see. The words "how to worry about it, pathos destroys the heart and liver" express your sorrow and sorrow for Emperor Xuanzong's lustful enjoyment and Yang Guozhong's slander and sycophantic obscuring of the Ming. "You know you are alone, but you are not willing to be lonely; you know you are down, but you are still open-minded. In the end, you left the dim officialdom and left the position of Hanlin waiting for the edict that many people dreamed of but could not get. Li Bai, you are the bright moon, the darkness of the sky reveals your glory.

So, you traveled all over the north and south of the Yangtze River, up and down the Yellow River, people on the road, inevitably look at the moon and miss their hometown, "raise your head to look at the moon, head down and think of your hometown", the mind flew over thousands of miles away, the footprint of the sky, the vicissitudes of the world, one by one, came to mind. There is a voice in the heart calling over and over again: hometown, hometown. So, you take a light boat, ask the moon, wander the Caishi River ......

The night is deep.

People are drunk.

The song is over.

Tears have been exhausted.

You leaned on the side of the boat and stretched out your hands towards a silvery glow ...... Finally, you turned into a bright moon, shining on the Chinese earth forever.

Embrace the moon, embrace the noble, open-minded, not willing to the lonely state of mind, embrace the full glory of the white moon sprinkled.

When the angel is not around

All along, I stubbornly believe: that my world only has only two colors, black when crying, white when laughing, when the wind blows, the two colors mixed, into gray, can not distinguish between black and white, when sadness inexplicably comes, just like the summer rain, clattering. If I had written my diary, "Black. White. Gray" as well: when I chose the world, did not hesitate to choose gray.

The world of emotions has long been numbed, unable to see the truth and falsehood. Change is like the stars of the night, the tree can not be finished.

It's time to rest, quietly think about the next road, do not wait to go to find a dead end, no way out, sigh back to the original place.

Now, time flies, the snap of a finger ten years have passed, and it seems to leave nothing, not prepared, and too late to wander, in the pacing of the old man of the time, I can only hear the echoes of footsteps and their sighs of worry.

Looking back on the past, I realized that I had neglected many people, indifferent to many friends. Some people I have been familiar with for years but never knew, some people come and go for a day, but nothing to talk about. There have been many people that I have not met, but I can feel the sincerity of mutual friendships, sharing their secrets, grieving together, and laughing together.

Legend has it that everyone has an angel of their own that casts a spell to make you happy when you are sad, just as everyone has a star of their own. Maybe my angel left a long time ago, but I am grateful for the friends who came to me and gave me encouragement in my lonely journey and moved me into a mess.

Today, there are too many ellipses that have become periods, and there are many endings that do not end. I stood at the crossroads, thinking about every road, where to go is all in my mind, I took the confusion, how I hope to find a way back to the past ...... because I always hope to escape, the clutches of fate.

The dusk is like a kerosene lamp, unknowingly beginning to light up the sky, blood-like light covered in the sky, the door of time is slowly closed. Turning the world into that single color, while taking away the people who disappeared from my life.

--------- Thank you to all my friends!