Children's thoughts cannot influence the stubbornness of adults. They don't know what the two children saw on that night when the silvery-white moonlight was like sea water. Was it a mermaid that shed beads, or fireflies flying in the bulrush field just above their knees? Did the waterwheel speak? What was the agreement between the two little fingers? What whispers did the moon whisper to them? Run, run, hurry, hurry, hurry, this night will never end. Da Da suddenly felt a desire, and suddenly had a feeling that summer would never come again. The wind of that night and the croaking of the frogs were all taken away by the morning star, so he was forced to grow up. The blush on his cheeks was no longer rose-colored, and the rice became golden. However, the fog village was still the fog village, and the bewitching moon that night was still there.