"Tonight's moonlight is so beautiful" - Natsume Soseki Seems to be writing scenes, but it is lyrical

Receiving the submission of my good friend, he himself has a feeling and sends it, I hope that everyone will encourage and support more.

It seems that just for a moment the eyes meet, and the memory will gush out like a tidal wave. On the street corner, they met again.

He smiled and talked to his friends, but his thoughts began to drift away, and he came to the time with her.

At that time, waiting was a kind of happiness. Talking at midnight, sending photos from time to time, the two tacitly share their lives and enjoy the tenderness and happiness given by each other. He will always be uneasy, and the girl will always smile, constantly showing her heart, and soothing his uneasy heart.

Then they agreed to meet in that city, and he embarked on the journey with a nervous heart. On arrival, it was snowy season in the town, with snow and wind. Because of the wrong estimation of the temperature, he couldn't help but shrink in thin clothes. Then I saw her at the station gate, waiting for him. Looking at each other, silent, the girl looked at the silly him and laughed.

That night, the warm lights sprinkled between the branches and the snow fluttering under the lights were unforgettable. Holding a cup of milk tea, the two men watched the passers-by walking on the street at the table, huffing at the window, wearing warm scarves, playing on the sidewalk, building a little snowman in the snow, and she mischievously stuffed the snow into the boy's clothes, watching him shake his clothes while also making a snowball counterattack. They are like two small children, immersed in their own world.

After the nonsense was over, he deliberately pretended to be pitiful, opened his hands and said, "Hug." "Sneak a peek at her shyness after being stunned. The two embraced cautiously and fell into an indescribably delicate atmosphere. It wasn't until the girl's slightly laughing voice sounded, "You're holding it too tightly, I'm a little uncomfortable, idiot," that he let go like a dream.

Then it's the girl's birthday. If it weren't for the fact that the boy seemed to mention his birthday intentionally or unintentionally, and the smile that could not be concealed at the corner of his mouth revealed his intentions. That delicate cake, along with the delicate gift, can be an unforgettable surprise. When the girl closed her eyes and made a wish, he secretly smeared the cream on her face and then scurried around the world to avoid her counterattack. Until the sun set, the two sat on the lawn and held her hand.

I remember that when she was at school, she pretended to mysteriously invite him out for a walk, holding a large bundle full of stars, and seeing him smile slyly when she held the stars in his hand. Give a bunch of elderly couples directions, listen to their past and the old man's blessings and exhortations to the young lover. They smiled and nodded, holding hands and staring at each other, fantasizing about their future.

Once the memories began, they could not be stopped, and the memories of that time hit his heart like waves, and even the scenery in front of him was slightly blurred. There have been so many beautiful things, but in the end, it is inevitable to separate.

They don't want to mention the reasons anymore. When they were separated, the two only said goodbye lightly, blessed each other to find the right person, and then left without any room for turning back.

Until this time, meet again on the street corner. Even so, it was still just a passing shoulder, and the eyes met and hurried away.

After returning to his senses, he watched his friends cough evilly and squeeze their eyebrows at him. He shrugged helplessly and looked back at the slanting sun on the street corner, his eyes quietly moving toward her.

The girl still walked forward, without stopping or looking back.

The evening wind suddenly rises, blowing the dead leaves of the trees on the street, and there is a loud sound. Night came, the stars flickered, and the moon watched the two drift apart, sprinkling the moonlight.

When they never saw each other again, the two stopped at the same time and remembered what they had said. "The moon is beautiful tonight." "The wind is also gentle."

Yes, tonight the moon is beautiful and the wind is gentle.

——— Text/Seven Thousand Nights