These past few days, my heart has not been at peace. Tonight, sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool air, I suddenly thought of the lotus pond I walk past daily. It must look different in the full moonlight. The moon gradually rises, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; my wife is inside, patting Ourin, humming a lullaby sleepily. I quietly draped a long coat over myself, closed the door, and went out.
Along the lotus pond is a winding small trail of coal cinders. It is a secluded path; few people walk it by day, and even fewer by night. Around the lotus pond grow many trees, lush and verdant. On one side of the path are willows and some trees whose names I do not know. On moonless nights, this path is eerie and somewhat frightening. But tonight, it is very fine, even though the moonlight is still faint.
