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When I was a child, I asked my mother why the sun comes out during the day, why the moon comes out at night, and why the stars sometimes appear and sometimes hide. I remember my mother hugging me and laughing, pointing at my nose and saying why do children know so much, but then she looked at the lemon-like moon outside the window and murmured that the sun wants to keep its appointments with the blue sky, the moon wants to keep its appointments with the dark night, and the stars want to keep their appointments with the moon, but the stars are too naughty and always miss appointments, so they are late for every appointment, and in the end we can only meet briefly. "Then the moon won't be angry?" I didn't understand. "The moon is angry, so when she comes out, the stars don't dare to come out, for fear that the anger will dim her light." My mother and I sat by the window with a smile, looking at the moon that was gradually obliterated by dark clouds and the belated stars. As a young person, I only found the story interesting. It was only when I was older that I discovered the meaning of the so-called moonlight and stars. He was late, but he came; although she was angry, she was waiting for him.