The Bright Moon Was There

When the bright moon was there, it illuminated the colorful clouds. In the short stories I submitted to magazines in those years, there was a gay air in the lines; Tou Tie wrote pirated fan fiction in the excerpt assigned by the teacher, and in another notebook he produced his own food and ate meat; stories that were forced to cut outlines and completed quickly due to lack of personal ability, and stories that I was forced to give up due to entanglement but that I really, really liked at the beginning of the article, and a few thoughts about life. Those perfect and imperfect stories are packaged here to tell you.