I Worshiped the Moon

In the midsummer of that year, the moon and stars were sparse and the cicadas were chirping noisily. Carrying a pot of rice wine from Widow Wang's house next door, I climbed up to the roof of the City God's Temple. Met him. No, to be precise, I met "it" - a man in white clothes, with frost in his hair, sitting cross-legged on the ridge of the roof, staring at the full moon in a daze. The moonlight illuminated his entire body, as if it was glowing.