An Autumn Moon

The moonlight flowed with the water that night until the end of the field of vision and time. The desolation that came back from there fell all over the face, and then was slowly sent out by the wind of the ancient town, and there was nothing left. I stood on the bridge, watching others pick up the wishing lanterns. I felt sad and melancholy. No one's wish could survive tonight, and the same goes for romance. But the endless floating lights were also considered another kind of existence. The irresistible time finally bent my soft waist in a decadent posture, supporting people to move forward slowly. I think he will definitely come. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.