Fifteen nights, one bright moon; Drink together with the moon and enjoy the full moon. Light wind blows, dreams fly; Who is dancing in the clouds and charming? The bright moon is in the sky, thousands of miles away. The people in my heart are accompanied by the bright moon dancing in the breeze.

——Jiang Chen, written on September 8, 2014, Mid Autumn Festival.

I got the protective case of the Kindle on the Mid Autumn Festival, with Van Gogh's starry sky on the cover. Under the starry sky, I also gradually read Ma Boyong's Daming under the Microscope. As I read these historical novels, I gradually fell in love with history, and also gradually fell in love with it, reading and examining myself.

I never think of myself as a good person, nor as a gentleman. Whatever my appearance, what I want to do and what I am willing to do are arbitrary. Under the so-called big rules, I will continue.

At night, I looked at the darkness outside the window. In the day of changing day after day, I closed my eyes and let myself immerse in it. Whether the sky or the earth, they are constantly rotating. In the process of rotation, they are constantly wandering until they disappear. Until I was alone.

Since the beginning of this semester, my laziness has become more and more serious. If I had not received a phone call from the autonomous region's Cyberspace Office on September 13, I might have forgotten that I was applying for cancellation of the record, and I would have forgotten that I also have a private plot called "Dream Chenfeng". In this desolate and even desolate years, I use books to pass my boring time slowly, sink myself thoroughly in the humble dust, learn, observe and improve myself. Wait until the time when the wind blows.

So, all my life has become a traveler, and I myself have become a traveler of this dream. As time goes by, how many people can become a host among passers-by and entertain them?

It doesn't matter.

These days, boring people are afraid. But at the same time, it is fun and makes people happy. Everyone is mediocre, wandering back and forth between sunrise and sunset, pursuing the invisible nothingness and pursuing the unattainable future. Like leeks, they grow and thicken, and are cut off again and again. Looking at the great blueprint, they continue to grow in a circle

Under the moonlit night, a pig looked up at the stars. It didn't know why it looked up at the stars. Maybe every pig looking at the moon in the sky was Marshal Tianpeng. But there is only one Marshal Tianpeng. As for the pig, it is not important. What is important is that if you look at the stars, you may be Marshal Tianpeng. Of course, it is more likely to be a pig.

A gust of wind blew up the dust and clouds, rippling in the moonlight like a river. The whole world belongs to the bright moon at this moment. On the bright moon, it seems that some people dance with the wind and drift away. No matter whether they are far away from each other, whether the years are here, whether their dreams are broken, whether there is morning light or not, at this moment, they all look up and invite them to send everything.

I closed the curtains and turned to lie on my bed. I wanted to completely empty myself, but found that in the world of information flow, I gradually changed everything to a fast pace until I lost my thinking. But I lost the feeling of thinking, just like a puppet, and I slowly enjoyed it.

As I once looked up at the stars, I regarded myself as Marshal Tianpeng, but I didn't want to be just a pig.

I closed my eyes and my thoughts turned into a long scroll in the sky. At the moment when the scroll slowly opened, I seemed to see a bright moon rising. In the endless dark night, it suddenly exploded and scattered into a starry sky.

The picture is from the background picture of Bing on September 13, 2019