The lake separates the sun and the moon, and people separate from the mountains and the sea.
In the midsummer of seventeen years old, Lin Wan and Shen Yanzhou met at Sun Moon Lake, surrounded by mountains. She is a quiet and timid girl who went back to her hometown with her grandmother to spend the summer, and sits on the stone railing by the pond every day to sketch; he is a cool and taciturn young man who follows the geological team to inspect the lake's landforms, and always comes to the lake in the early morning to record hydrology.
A pool of water separates the two halves of the scene. The sun pool is lively and the moon pool is quiet, just like the thoughts of their young men facing each other from a distance.
They shared countless undisturbed mornings and evenings: watching the mist spread across the lake together in the early morning, waiting side by side for the sunset to fall into the mountains in the evening, and chatting in low voices about ideals and distant places while boating on the lake. Shen Yanzhou would patiently explain the vegetation in the mountains to her, and Lin Wan would quietly give him a sketch of his profile. The short summer is like a fragile dream. The two people's figures side by side are reflected in the pond. They think that if the sun and the moon exist together, they can stay together all year round.
The end of summer vacation means parting. Shen Yanzhou left in a hurry with the team, leaving only a stone engraved with sun and moon patterns, promising to see him again next summer. Lin Wan waited for the pond, stones and a stack of sketches for three whole years.
After the college entrance examination, she returned to Sun Moon Lake alone, but she could no longer wait for that boy. Later, I learned that something unexpected happened in his family that year, and his family moved, cutting off all contact.
Many years later, Lin Wan became a landscape painter and traveled to various places to sketch, but he did not dare to stay in Sun Moon Lake for a long time. The lake is still divided into two halves, the sun and the moon, and the blue waves are as usual, but there are no longer two people watching the sunset side by side.
The sun and the moon are originally companions in the sky. When they fall in the lake, they are always separated by a deep water.
They had expressed all their sincerity by the pond, but they were separated in a hasty manner and lost contact silently. Most of the emotions in the world are just like the Sun Moon Lake. They are so close but still unable to embrace each other. The heartbeat that ended when I was seventeen years old left only a lake full of mist, full of unspoken regrets.
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