I should have written sth while I had a certain mood. The other day I had an impulse to write a few lines on the artificial river on my way home. The idea arose from the mist covering the river. From a distance, it seemed just like a fairyland which reminded me of the miraculous scenery described in Journey to the West. I guess I must have taken a childish smile on my face right when I thought of Jade Pool, Jade Emperor, Monkey King, etc. As I walked across the bridge over the river with mist rising from the below, I suddenly felt I was the Cowherd waiting for a whole year to meet the Girl Weaver. I couldn’t move. Once again, all of a sudden, I realized this imagination was ridiculous for a guy of my age. I wasn’t the Cowherd and no Girl Weaver was going to meet me. I just went back to my rent house, a place of no fairies but two cute pals.