Years have passed since the Double Ninth Festival, and now there is another Double Ninth Festival. I stood in front of the seat that had been planned with Brother Li for a long time, quietly waiting for the sun to rise and pass by the meteorological station, forming the moment of hanging sun.
When the sky was still immersed in the quiet blues, I was already standing by the Wenying Lake. The lake is like a huge mirror, calm without any ripples, perfectly reflecting the shape of the sky.
The wind of late summer, with a hint of coolness, gently brushes over every inch of the land on Dianding Mountain. I stood on the big stone at the top of the mountain, gazing at the brilliant Milky Way, and endless emotions surged in my heart. I don't know how many times I have been to this spot. In the past, I used to watch the vast starry sky alone, but this time, someone finally accompanies me to watch the stars.
Suddenly, a shooting star shot across the sky, like a brilliant pearl, instantly illuminating the entire night sky. That dazzling light seems to be the most beautiful gift that nature has given us. Immediately afterwards, more shooting stars came one after another, shining brightly like fireworks, surprising me repeatedly
I took firm steps and slowly walked into that mysterious and brilliant light. The aurora danced above my head, as if it were a brilliant ribbon sprinkled by the universe. I feel its dreamlike radiance enveloping me, as if the whole world is left with only me and this magical sight.