By Su Xing

In the cool moonlight, the autumn night is cold. A crescent moon hangs in the sky; now and then, the floating clouds swim across it. When the moon is blocked out, there appears darkness, and then it will unyieldingly struggle from the cloud, shining and dispelling darkness.

In the moonlight, the village was especially peaceful. Lin Muran was sitting in the chair. Above his head, an incandescent bulb hung there, the light shining on his grey hair. He wrinkled his forehead and his f ... Read more »