I still remember when I was a child, our family lived in an old house and there was a yard in the back room of our family. Every sunny night, I like to snuggle up in grandma's arms and look up at the stars. Grandma often points to the stars in the sky and says to me, "Look, this is Altair and that is Vega. They meet at Queqiao on Tanabata every year. " I looked at the starry sky and listened to grandma tell me the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I often fall into a dreamlike state of mind: the stars in the starry sky are like compasses in the sky, guiding the direction for countless people. Our ancestors once admired them, but things have changed. Where are their ancestors? The only constant is the stars in the sky. They all look at the changes in the world and count the flowers and plants for us, but we living people don't know where they come from and where they are going. We can only sigh that life is short, the universe is endless and the stars are beautiful.
In summer, the starry sky is particularly clear, and the looming moon makes people have endless reverie. I often use my fingers to correspond to what I have learned and draw various constellations in the starry sky. Here is the constellation Ursa major, and there is the constellation Ursa major ... The starry sky of childhood enriched my childhood with my longing for the universe. I still remember hide-and-seek under the stars, Mid-Autumn moon cakes under the stars, and crossword puzzles under the stars. With the ebb and flow of the tide, many ancient sages expressed their inner feelings to the starry sky: Li Bai, Du Fu, Du Mu, Li Shangyin ... they all created masterpieces that will last forever under the starry sky. Whenever I read these poems, I will think of the starry sky in the yard and the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Maid.
Time is a thief. It stole my grandmother, the yard where I grew up and my childhood. But time can't steal the starry sky. Although the old house has become a building, the yard has become a balcony and the children have become teenagers, I still want to look up at the starry sky under the city. It carries my fantasy, my game and all my good memories. Starry sky is a vast textbook for me to know nature.
I vowed to the starry sky: no matter how far I go or how old I am, I will never forget you. You are an eternal witness in my life!