It was a quiet night in October. Having read for a couple of hours, I closed my book and went ont for a walk on the campus. The moon was high above, bright and beautiful. The four blocks of grey dormitory buildings stand in neat array, bathed in silvery light. Shining magnificently, the moon floated in the thin sky. She followed me as I walked. It is always like this. When the moon shines, there are very few stars in the sky,so few that I can count them. They are some distance away from the shining moon. I looked at the moon and murmured to myself: Oh, Moon, female friend of ours, how many people sing of you; how many people write about you. You witness all the good and evil on earth, yet you always keep your mouth shut, showing a sweet smile and soothing the bitter heart. It seems that all your virtue and power he in tolerance and kindness.
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