I love the moon, in the bottom of my heart, the moon is more friendly than the sun. I often alone, gazing at her, full of deep feeling, as if it\'s worried about a long long time. When a person could not find her in the sun, the moon must not be lost, lost the moon people, like lost souls.
I know that the moon is always successful, and she is the most reassuring companionship, would not leave me, even though she sometimes simply amused small eyes looked at me Buyanbuyu. Life as I opened the door only for a narrow gap, but I should learn where to find the light.
Juvenile period, the moon is concerned about the distant, with some hazy melancholy and fear, she was shining on me, shining distant relatives. Far away from home, away from their parents, in an unfamiliar environment, I have a strong camouflage. A small heart, no one knows will be filled with fears and thoughts and will be the sound of laughter of others, quietly turned back a heavy heart teardrop fall. Many grief can not be said, had to pretend do not know how, in the lonely night, I put them buried in the moon.
I grew up in the moon alone, in her one person\'s heaven. Cold weather, my moon, no father and mother.
Grew up beside me having a daughter, her lovely, round bright face, another one of my heart the moon. Often a quiet night, Qiuchong also silent the sound, I used the bike with her daughter, walking in the open town, the moon slowly rising, shining in the way of company, like the gentle eyes of concern. I can think up all the 11 stories of the moon, said his daughter to listen, to sing with all the moon, sang 11 songs she heard her daughter often in the half-way, in the moon legend, shut pure big eyes, to sleep. Faint Qingchou soaring in the sky, turned into the moonlight.
I have a beautiful moon alone in her one person\'s heaven. Cold weather, my moon is not home.
Now, still like the night sky, like the moon follow me quietly sitting or walking, say goodbye to wind and frost, and I feel tranquil and well-being. In the bustling of the earth, a person\'s heart can be a quiet night-blooming cereus, as long as a small piece of earth, nourished by water and wind, silence in the sun, in the moonlight, flowering.
Fell in love with the moon is a wonderful thing to do again, facing the moon, do not talk already delivered Heartsongs, there is no contempt indifference, feeling her warm, like the other me, though, she was so far away and far away.
There are many paths to arrive warm, I like climbing the moonlight to grow.