Moon is gazing at me
Today, all Chinese people are impatient for night falling. No matter where they are, they look up at the moon with the same mood ---homesick.
Raise your heard to the shadow-land, please.
A gentle moon drapes with a soft gauze inlays in the dark-blue sky, the moonlight pour down to the ground quietly, mild wind holds your hair to touch the silvery light and the wind slides towards you finger tip with moonlight.
I experience dimly wind; as if I can hear the lonely wolf cry to the blue cold moon, or image myself barefoot walking towards the living river. And think about whatever land I land on, earth will never be the dead thing I can claim, it has a life, has a spirit, has a name---we call it mother. Think about the people who look or think like me, we are both connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends---we call it consanguinity and friendship. You can own the relationship and still all you will own the relationship until you died, either.
When I gaze upon the moon, she is gazing at me as well. Today is mid-autumn festival. I think a get something from her warm gaze.
