the Retrospecting-Poem on the Moon

Step by step, gradually moved further and further away.

Heat, the sun still annoyed me so much, even though it was so far away from me, it still stared straight at me as always. Huh, was it guilt, worry, regret, or fear? I didn't know why I thought this way, after all, the sun was just the sun, how could it have emotions?

How long had I walked? I didn't know. I had long lost my sense of time. Anyway, the sun hung overhead all day without changing, so what else was there to care about? Endless time, vast land, which one wasn't infinitely large? In that case, let's immerse ourselves in this infinitely far step, at least I wanted to imagine that I was happy at that moment - who knew where the author of the poem was? On this lunar soil? On that blue marble? Even on the sun? I thought maybe even he didn't know where he was, so it was absurd to set out to find him like this. Even Don Quixote, the knight! At least he could still find the windmill he wanted to crash into. But so what? Absurdity was an absurdity, after all, it wasn't meaningless. Couldn't something invisible, intangible, or even illogical be called meaning? Well, after all, it was what I wanted to do, why care so much?

Oh, finally! Something different appeared. There were tall hills ahead, one after another as if they were part of a huge ring, maybe it was a crater? There were still hills behind the hills, layer upon layer, winding and extending, and it was impossible to see what was hidden inside. Could the innermost part of this group of mountains be the poet I was looking for? I didn't know. But after all, the axis of time had been stretched infinitely long on the coordinate system, then there was no reason not to take a look.

Calling it climbing mountains was more like traversing a maze. From a distance, the mountains appear to be continuous, but up close, they are filled with countless holes. I slowly made my way through the canyons between the mountains, and all around me was the same monotonous gray sand and rocks, stretching from the soles of my feet to the peak of the mountain, and then swallowed up by the darkness of the sky - well, perhaps the creator of this planet was an abstract artist? If so, where are those lines full of tension?

The corner came, and turning around, there was still a canyon that could be seen at a glance. I had to hurry over and then turn into the next empty canyon with anticipation. I didn't even know if I was moving towards the center of the crater. Choices, choices, once I chose this canyon, I would never look back, just as I chose to set my roof on this desolate lunar surface... Hmm, when was that? There are too many holes in my memory, so many that it's eerie, like a tangled mess of cotton thread. I have to find a way to sort them out. But since it's so absurd and strange, was my fate being toyed with? I'm not sure. If so, who would be the player? The sun? Any little horse on the blue marble? Haha, what else can control me? Standing alone on this desolate land, could it be the unnameable thing above my head? If so, I might as well commit suicide tonight. After all, if I can even control life and death, what else do I need to worry about? Oh, but not yet. I'm still far from finished - oh, it seems I was too arrogant just now. The guy outside the story with the pen doesn't want the protagonist to disappear before completing the narrative task. But it didn't matter, the last full stop was just a matter of time, for both you and me.

Another corner, still a canyon, but the mountain seemed a bit lower than before.

Then came another corner...

And yet another corner...

Hmm, the next corner seemed a little brighter. I hurried there.

In an instant, the mountains blocking the view receded to perhaps ninety-six kilometers away, revealing a large plain that wasn't exactly boundless, with several low hills in the center. The crisscrossing cracks on the ground and the lava that had solidified for many thousands of years slept quietly surrounded by the mountains under the dark clear sky. Well, I guess this was considered a clear sky, the clear sky of the moon, probably. From this perspective, having some nitrogen and oxygen was really a wonderful thing.

Continue. I headed towards the midpoint.

What did the moon look like when looking here from the "Blue Marble"? Maybe a little gray circle would be seen radiating several rays in all directions, gently engraved on the bright moon plate on the Mid-Autumn night, becoming a part of this momentary eternity - oh, what time was it on Earth now? Thirty-eight thousand kilometers away, could there also be one or two insomniacs, at this very moment, looking up at the bright moon? I hoped so.

I recalled that when I was little, my sister always told me to be brave and strong, and never turn a blind eye to injustice. Is it really useful? Just like when I climbed over this mountain range, there was still a mountain after the corner of the mountain, and even the plain reached after such absurd staggering was just like a lonely island in the vast sea - as for the farther places? Still mountains. What about my future? Still ups and downs. Is there really a way? Even if Discord was sealed, even if King Sombrawas defeated, or if the changelings were pushed back into their lair, so what? Ancient sages said that all species have such an ultimate goal, and everything on oneself was born for it, just like the wings of a bird are destined to fly, and the cute marks of a pony decide their life; just like earth ponies are destined to be immersed in complicated physical work, pegasus are always be tired of flying around, and unicorns must be trapped in the laboratory and cannot open their eyes due to the subject - really? No, this was the case during the day, and Canterlot or Manehatten at night will not be like this. Neon lights flickered on the gorgeously dressed earth ponies, pegasus, or unicorns. Didn't they have an ultimate goal? Their hooves, wings, or horns are born not to be used, just to make themselves comfortable sitting in a chair, eating luxurious food that condenses sweat and even blood, and then looking out of the glass at the lifeless factory and profits? None of this should be. Earth ponies, pegasus, unicorns, or various kinds of cute marks - can it really make such a big difference? Impossible. The difference will only be the difference between day and night. The ponies who work hard all day in the sun will never be able to indulge in the magnificent palace at night like the other group for even a moment in their lifetime. Is this destiny? I didn't accept this, so I had to think of a way to stop the moon, hang it high in the clear sky dotted with stars for a long time, let the ponies who work hard during the day rest for a while, and let the ponies under the neon lights at night lose their profit, and panic.

　　However, my elder sister did not want this. She said that this was chaos, making everything a mess. But what could be called a mess? Was it order and justice to divide everyone into two classes as before? She also said that I couldn't be so impatient, and change couldn't happen all at once... I didn't accept it, I didn't care, and for the first time, I stood on the opposite side of my elder sister. I no longer wanted the moon to set, and then, and then... What happened?

Headache, hot, the sun was burning again.

Unconsciously, thinking so much, I walked a little bit to the center of this circular mountain basin. Oh, there seemed to be something different. Familiar, it was countless scattered papers, a stack of thick white paper, and a pen. Fortunately, there was no wind, and these papers could quietly settle on the dust. Pick them up and take a look.

Why? Why? Why am I here?

Recalling, recalling, yet knowing nothing.

The golden sunsets in the ink-black empty pool, blend with the distant deep space.

The mountains stand tall in the gray desert, like parched dunes after the rain.

With countless thoughts, not knowing what the past was like absurd and meaningless, a long and rough path.

Taking ten thousand steps forward, eyes on the road ahead, unable to break free from the circle, but able to touch the stars.

Oh, it turned out that even he didn't know why he was there. Huh, it could be regarded as sharing the same fate.

Ha, it seemed that it wasn't a waste of effort, at least there were more clues. Besides, this handwriting was quite new, maybe the poet had just been here. Finally, there was another reason to continue moving forward a few steps - to leave this circular mountain.