Once, I followed the footprints of moonlight, wandering in
the words of Su Shi's "When Will the Moon be Clear and Bright?" The dark
clouds stained the sky. Tonight's moon seemed so pure, swaying and hanging
in the residual sky, so picturesque. I wanted to pour out my emotions on
paper and record the splendor of the shimmering stars. I also once sat alone
by the river, drinking and indulging in my solitude, but Li Bai's "Raising
my cup, I invite the bright moon, with my shadow we become three" dispelled
my loneliness. You were always with me, the moon in the mountains, the new
wind on the river, and the late-night singing.
But it has always been around me, accompanying me until daybreak. However,
obscured by the dust of time, the magnificent scenes gradually dissipated,
and everything changed quietly. The moon today is also seeking to fade away.
The moon in the past moved many poets and scholars to pick up their pens and
write about the rise and fall of dynasties, expressing joy and sorrow. But
now, in the midst of traffic and bright lights, the ancient charm of gazing
at the moon while playing the short flute is hard to come by. Who still sits
by the river, playing the zither, and commemorating the lost past with
delicate fingers? Modern people have lost everything, even beauty. Only a
few can compose a poignant and gorgeous piece of music. Just like a
splash-ink painting, the moon gradually fades away into the darkness.
Chang'e flying to the moon and Wu Gang chopping down the tree are such old
and charming legends, beautiful yet sorrowful! But nowadays, people are
chasing after the treasures that Chang'e is seeking on the moon and the luck
that Wu Gang brings. The moon's jade-like beauty is shattered by layers of
people, and its silent tranquility is marred by the noise and clamor. The
clear and pure moonlight is also tainted by the dark flow of material
desires. When will the worldly glitz end? I light a green wax and red candle
by the riverbank, hoping to reflect the moon's shimmering water. The candle
flame sways in the wind, and its tears flicker lightly, but it cannot
solidify this moonlight. Alas! The moon on the water is like snow, and the
candle flame is warm and melting.
As time passes, I sit at my desk, longing to return to the past. This thread
of the remaining moon in the sky, who can lead it to eternity? Perhaps only
a few hundred years ago, I met this changing moon scene on the riverbank!
The moonlight was salvaged, the dark clouds gradually disappeared, and the
remaining sky quietly wept, and layers of waves passed by, blurring the
memories! Endless concerns, endless red dust, only accompany the moon to say
goodbye forever! I hope to find a boat, carrying the moon's colors and my
worries, and row away with a single paddle. Searching for the moon's
shimmering beauty in the remaining sky! |