Tomorrow we will leave Petersburg for our next destination.

After dinner we went back to the hostel. We stayed in a room with a small balcony, and I wanted to take one last look at Petersburg, and I came to the balcony, Petersburg in the silver moonlight, solemn, gorgeous and quiet.

I looked up at the bright moon. At this moment, a round, oversized moon hangs high above my head. I've certainly seen the full moon more than once. But at this moment, the moon seems to be super bright, I feel that it is almost illuminating the night, and the moon itself seems to be very round and large. I stared at her for a long time, thinking to myself that it seemed a joke to say that the moon in a foreign country is rounder than in China. I don't think the moon in China is not round, but the moon in front of me is really round, I look at the hazy pattern on the moon, I want to compare, and the moon I see in China is not the same, but I can't seem to remember what can be seen on the moon in China. I think of Su Shi's words: A thousand miles of Chanjuan. I imagined that the moon was paired with Chinese willow tops and the cornices of Chinese buildings, but it didn't seem to be able to be added. It hangs high there, and the sky here, the spires of the churches here, the swaying poplars here, and the street lamps here, and the breath here, they are so natural.

I understand that the moon here is here, and she has shone on this land for generations, accompanying the people here for life. The moon here can only be depicted in the language of this place and the melody here.

I don't know how long I looked at her, and I turned around. I saw Andrei leaning on the door frame of the balcony with his arms crossed and looking at me all the time. I walked up to him, and Andrei looked at me with a somewhat hazy look in his eyes and said:

- "Linna, you've been looking up at the moon, I've been looking at you, you've been looking at you, so focused, so affectionate. Lina, you don't know, that's a painting! I seem to have seen you like this in a dream, or sometime, and seen this scene. ”

I leaned into his arms and said:

- "You see it! What a beautiful moon, what a bright moonlight! Andrei looked up at the moon.

We gazed at the moon together for a long time. Our hearts melt in this watery moonlight.

As we lay on the bed, I looked sideways out the window and saw the bright moon again, and the bright moonlight was shining into our room. The lights are off, but the contents of the room are clearly visible. I turned sideways to face the window, I really liked the moon tonight, the moonlight was soft and cold, and Beethoven's famous "Moonlight Sonata" seemed to be ringing in my ears.

- "Baby, are you going to watch the moon all night?" ”

I saw Andrei's eyes full of tenderness and his toned body. I don't know if it's because the art treasures of St. Petersburg have been so shocking to us these days that Andrei and I have begun to associate each other with paintings, sculptures, and so on.

Facing the moonlight, André really gave me a sculptural feeling. His body and the lines of his face are as white as a marble statue, clear, vivid and perfect!

- "I want to see you too!" I replied softly.

The moon is the most beautiful. She still hangs proudly in the endless night sky, so real, so eternal!