Starry, that's a real dream!
I love the moon and the night, and I love the starry sky. I often remember the starry sky when I was a child. At that time, I was only about seven years old, I had not yet gone to elementary school, and on summer nights, I often accompanied my grandmother in Suzhou to watch the stars in the sky. Childhood is a real dream, but also a real scene in a dream, although it is far away from me, but when I remember it, I smile with hardship. The cool wind gently swept across the field, bringing a cool breath and blowing away the annoying breath on my body. The stars in the sky flashed in the vast sky, like diamonds and pearls, sprinkling a charming glow on the earth. Grandma sat there and whispered to me about the painful past of the past, which also shone in my memory like stars, which could bring me happiness and make me understand many truths.
Tonight I walked alone by the lake, the clear water of the lake gurgling at my feet, how wonderful, how silent. I looked at the calm lake, where the stars were twinkling, and looked up at the silent sky, the dark night sky covered with twinkling groups. The stars flicker and flicker, incomparably small, but reflected in my heart, it can fill my heart. Light is everywhere in my heart.
I stood quietly by the lake, the Big Dipper lying quietly across the northern sky, like Charlie's chariot, and like the shape of an ancient scooped wine. I stood silently and did not move, and the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper did not move, hanging high in the sky. I walked towards the front, and the Big Dipper also moved, and I felt that they were getting lower and lower, as if they were about to fall from the sky. My eyes became blurred, and I seemed to see seven Ning Fu flying in the low air. The night around it is soft, silent, dreamy. I looked at these seven familiar stars, and I seemed to see these seven beautiful stars smiling at me. At this point I forgot everything, both past and future.
The stars twinkle in the dark night sky, and seem to whisper to people, can you hear them? In silence, in the glimmer of the stars, listen attentively, and hear the low words of the stars.
The stars are dotted and the dream is real!
Wei Guofeng
2021.10.17