Moonlight Garden

Author: Little Seal Paradise
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Publish Date: 2002-10-01
Features: On a sunny morning, I met the spirit of light in your hair. That year when we were still drawing lines on our desks, I began burying every secret under the moonlight. Now, there's a beautiful garden blooming there.
"Is this your moonlit garden? Then what are you planting here?" the girl asked. "Whenever I miss you, I sit here and talk to the moon! I hope the moon can deliver these words to your heart, but it seems useless. So I buried them all here. they actually sprouted one by one."
"Haha! When they bloom, you must bring me to see again!"
I glanced up, only to find the moon had already disappeared. A barking sound came from the distance, adding a touch of solitude to the cool night.
Back in elementary school, I once watched my mom get taken away on the bus because the teacher said everyone had to line up. I stood at the bus stop, waiting in line while she was driven away. Since childhood, I had many strange principles, but they were all broken one by one by reality during my growth.
In my sophomore year of high school, I was shocked by Kafka's The Metamorphosis and began devouring all kinds of novels I could find in the library and bookstores. In my junior year, I won the Jianzhong Honglou Literature Award with a new poem titled The Song of the Accusers. In my final year of college, I completed my novel, Moonlight Garden.
Beyond writing, I also enjoy painting and reading. After turning 18, I boldly filled my hobby section with "Scotch."
Amazon's Youth—Xiao Mi
On Christmas Day in 1998, the Great Wall Lake was lit up as usual, illuminating the entire lake. Xiao Seal, Abang, I, and many bottles of beer sat by the lake, taking turns sharing that dream of youth. Abang's youth was like poetry—beautiful, melancholic, and sorrowful; mine was like a movie—contradictory, subversive, and disillusioned; while Xiao Seal's youth was timeless, sometimes soaring, sometimes silent, living just like a novel.
Xiao Seal didn't write novels—he was a novel. The whole night, the beer and the chilly air were the memories of that year. First love may not be perfect, but it is always unforgettable. Three friends with vastly different personalities had different feelings about their first love. Abang, with his Piscean, water-elemental personality, was lost in sorrow, his eyes always filled with sadness that night. I, the conflicting Capricorn, stretched out my hands toward love that came and went freely...