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As it was already a night in October, the cold wind from the
last winter quietly penetrated my collar, causing me to shiver. I looked up
and tried to wrap my clothes tighter around myself. The moon shone through
the gray-white clouds, casting a hazy light over the riverbank not far away.
The scattered stars were like tiny petals scattered on the dark blue night
sky, reflecting on the surface of the river and occasionally revealing some
faint lights. I could vaguely see a figure swaying by the edge of the
riverbank. Despite having their shoes soaked in the flowing water, they
murmured something repeatedly:
The autumn wind rustles, bringing sorrow and separation. Two lovers, with
tender feelings, struggle to speak. My heart holds countless sorrows, but I
cannot express them. After parting, all I can think of is the moon we share
under different skies.
Then, I sat quietly by the river and watched the fragmented moonlight
jumping on the flowing water. I was curious about the person's attire and
approached them, asking, "Where are you from? Why are you dressed like
this?" They looked surprised and turned around, sighing, "Why is separation
so bitter? Alas!" At first, I was taken aback, but then I felt somewhat
familiar with their words, so I asked in a broken mixture of colloquial and
classical language, "Why are you so sad?" They lifted their head gently and
gazed at the half-hidden remaining moon in the sky, heaving a long sigh, as
if they were about to tell a lengthy story.
Although I did not fully understand what they said, judging by their
expression, the story was probably like this:
There was a pair of lovers who were reluctant to part. At the moment of
separation, they wanted to say something to each other but choked up. There
were so many words in their hearts, but seeing the sadness on each other's
faces made it difficult to speak. All they wished for after parting was to
share the same moon under different skies, wherever they were in the world.
It seemed as if I could imagine the man pouring his heart out to his lover
with countless words during their separation, but seeing the sadness on his
lover's face, he couldn't bear to open his mouth. As time passed, the pain
of parting and the sadness lingered. All that they could hope for was the
moon that they shared, shining brightly in the sky.
After he finished his story, he seemed to have lifted a heavy burden, but
his eyes were filled with sadness as he gazed silently at the night sky, as
if trying to see through it.
As an afterthought:
In this world where autumn leaves swirl in the wind, it seems destined that
we will lose something. What is left is only our longing, what else can we
write about? |
