On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the ship stopped at a comfortable ice lake. From dusk until late at night, I saw dark clouds gathering and the lake looked gloomy. It is another 30 days, and the autumn rain is continuous. Forty-five nights have passed in the rain, and I have forgotten the bright moon! After dinner tonight, she came to see me, even talking about comforting the ice scenery, and even pushing the window-the Woods and grass outside the window were covered with frost. "The moon is out!" Surprised, we put on our coats and went to the lake. I meandered away from the path and stepped on the wet grass in autumn, soft and silent. Go down the slope and the lake is at your feet. Her coat covered mine, and we sat down silently, feeling the slight coolness of autumn. The moon is not very clear. Surrounded by haze, the mountains are greener and the water is whiter. The lake waves are as light as brocade. There are one or two stars twinkling in the distance across the river. Laughter was faintly heard in the middle of the lake. A small boat, carrying two people, drifted slowly from the light fog to the depths of the forest shadow. Look back at her. She's looking at me, too. In the moonlight, her eyes were painted, her hair was like a dark cloud, and her face was piled with a gentle smile from the East. What a pity! We can only talk in western languages. She talked about how she carried a lot of flowers home from the wild ten years ago when the morning dew was still at zero. -How barefoot, a large group of children holding hands, dancing on the grass, accompanied by the most gentle and lovely piano sound. I thought I was a feather fairy when I got to the heights. How much I like work. In the summer evening breeze, I flicked a needle on the porch, thinking about the words in the book I just read ... these words are full of poetry, and I can only smile. Gradually go deep into it: talk about the liveliness of western girls and the gentleness of oriental girls; Speaking of philosophy and friends, it caused a long discussion. "Light friendship is like water", which is our unanimous conclusion. The results are satisfactory, and the deeper your interest, the more readily you talk about the future world and gradually invade current international issues. I looked at her and suddenly lost my courage. She kept scratching her skirt, and her words were very throughput. However, there is one, we have told many sad old stories, half bright and half dark. "The most regrettable thing is the private interests of temporary international issues! The ideal and loving paradise is still far away from us, but we have the responsibility to build it ... "She bowed her head and said, and I took it gently. "It is in this girl that we can understand each other best." We haven't heard from her since. The thought just now is too heavy, and this faint scenery seems to be unbearable. We all want to break free, but we don't know what to say at the moment. Decades of relevant history and the relative feelings of hundreds of millions of people have been pushed to both of us tonight-unspeakable melancholy! Hundreds of steps away, under the light, cheerful songs rose leisurely, and water came through the forest-we all woke up from our dreams, "This is the cheerful and lively spirit of westerners!" She smiled and said, I'm relieved! My mind expanded again. After the second silence, I only heard the sound of the lake stirring slightly and the sound of rubber leaves falling to the ground where the wind passed. I can't say anything more, and I won't say anything more-she suddenly touched my arm gently and said, "The happiest time is when we are in the best environment with our closest friends, but we are silent!" The higher the moon, the cooler the wind. The clothes have been exposed, and we all feel that we can't hold on. -I got up very tired, bypassed the lakeshore, walked up the stairs, and stood brightly opposite the lighted balcony. She invited me to her upstairs and asked me to leave a message with an album. After asking the name, under the title of "Happy Missing", I hesitated a little, then picked up a pen and wrote: "Sitting with you by the lake in the moonlight!" On the way back alone, there were thin shadows on the ground. In the past 120 minutes, I looked forward to it as if I had a good dream.