This round of cold moonlight

     Autumn arrived unnoticed, perhaps still in your dreams. Last night's autumn rain, weary after a day and night, finally ceased at dusk, and suddenly a clear, cold moon emerged from the clouds.

    The evening breeze from the borderlands, through the window and the cool moonlight, entered my room. The wind rushed in, while the moonlight flowed in. All around was silent; the distant barking of dogs seemed to break the inner peace, yet added a touch of tranquility to the night.

    The streetlights in the distance, lined up, flickered with an orange glow, and the people in their homes, along with the midnight lights, fell silent with the night. I gazed at the lonely streetlights, searching for the taste of the ends of the earth. The streetlights were fortunate; they shone brightly in unison because the darkness embraced me, while they broke the darkness. I could see them, but they never saw me. Only this cool, clear moonlight cast its last rays upon my head, even penetrating my clothes and flowing into my soul. The white clouds in the sky lay there wispy, like torn cotton wool, or ripples left by the wind on a lake…

    At this moment, my heart was at peace, my spirit joyful, for this rare moonlit scene. I knew that fate favored me at this moment, leaving everyone else in their dreams, while placing me in this dream of perfect beauty.

    If Mr. Zhu Ziqing and others were alive, I would surely share a drink with them and discuss this moonlight, and his poem "Lotus Pond by Moonlight." I gazed at the cool, clear moonlight, just past the Ghost Festival, and in the chilly autumn air, lost in thought, I found myself on a stone bench beneath the pavilion, in a frost-covered boat, drinking and chatting with Zhu Ziqing

    . Only then could we truly appreciate this friendship despite the age difference, and this cool, clear moonlight... I wondered if this cool, clear moonlight was the same as the bright, clear moonlight described by Li Bai and Su Shi in their poems. If so, I thought Mr. Zhu Ziqing probably wouldn't mind the visit of these two rare guests, for we are all men of feeling, gathered, drinking, and talking together for this cool, clear, bright moonlight!

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