Month

Starry sky, quiet.

You quietly come to this dark night, it is not easy to detect, if you are not unwilling to sneak out, and try to scatter the looming light, you may not find your existence.

Resting on the lawn and looking at you outside the sky, many fantasies appear in my mind...

I think, you are a postman...

Every time you spend the holidays, those who are away from home, can't go home to accompany their loved ones, can only look up at you, think of laughing and tears with your family, and you gradually drift away from the hearts of the wanderers. send.

I think, you are a photographer...

How many things in the world have been ignoring your grievances, have taken your shots, and have carved you into a silhouette, how many beautiful winds, how many long-lasting memories.

At the departure station, did you see the pair of people who are about to be separated? Is that flashing your flash or their tears?

I think, you are a painter...

The quiet rivers, the ancient wooden bridges, and the quiet little villages, under your depiction, have their unique colors and extraordinary feelings.

Hey, who is that, who is returning from a distance and embarking on this beautiful land? Oh, it is him, it is him back. Visiting his old white-haired mother, who is over 70 years old, has a rare filial piety. I think, you have drawn the most wonderful picture of this life for him.

I think, you are still a model...

You see, "the pine wind blows the belt, the mountain moon shines the piano," and "the drunk moon frequency is holy, the flower is not the king." All the ancient poems reveal your charm.

Indeed, you are a great model, your posture is different, the poet's pen shines, and you live up to expectations, so that we can always see your style.

I patted the weeds on my body and looked back at the moon that hung in the sky.