chang e the beautiful moon lady
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I do not know from what time that I started to have a crush on the mysterious moon.
she dims or shines; waxes or wanes thus teaches us that nothing is perfect. She’s just pure and divine,elegant and sacred. I like sitting at my balcony and looking up to it at peaceful nights.Sometimes,she’s alone while other times she’s accompanied by stars or just a single star.In rainy or cloudy days,she just hide herself away.
Look back to days of my childhood, moon unveiled herself fully, I,with my siblings, run after fireflies frolicly, filled small transparent bottles with caught fireflies and shared the story that they would make one blind if they came into one’s nostril. We grabbed rush-leaf-fans from our granny or grandpa and fanned for them… I loved Fairy tales and beautiful starry sky and never knew that I would grow up one day,never knew that I would have to work one day. More awfully, the little girl then I was,never knew there would be annoying traffic jams and damned computers.She never knew she was gonna to live in a small birdcage and be melancholy all day long.
I miss those nights with beautiful moonlight,I miss the happy little girl, I miss those transitory happy moments. Well, I’m short of words to express my feelings now,it’s just undescribable. Now I’d better turn back to the moon,she has shyness of a young girl and a tenderness of a mother, uses her light threads to sew beautiful dreams for people who are lost and lonely.
Sadly, people in so-called modern societies seem to have forgotten about the moon and seldom look up to the sky. Colorful neon lights and fancy lamps do the trick,they don’t need relatively dim light from the moon or stars any more. Yet,the moon don’t change, she’s still there,high in the sky,still charming and lovely.
Despite of the scientific findings, I believe and will go on believing that on the moon,there lives a lonely beautiful woman with her jade rabbit, a lumber man with his axe by a cassia tree.
Recently,I look up at the moon more frequently, for the Mid-Autumn-Day’s coming,she’s getting rounder and rounder day by day.Gazing at her,infatuated, entranced, soaking myself in the fantasy… On such occasions,I feel very relaxed and happy,no sadness,no worries. I believe that my worries were brought up to the sky and thrown down to a far distance by the moon.
The moon,hangs on the sky nobly, staring at the world, sprinkling her silver light to all,the crescent moon decorates the world with her elegant smile and the full moon passes hopes to people. She fades out quietly at dawn and comes out silently at night. No sighs for her lonliness, no grief for her solitude.
