Essay (written from personal feelings)

What kind of season is the eighth month of the lunar calendar? Is it a season of parting? 'Since ancient times, autumn has been sorrowful and lonely; I say that autumn days surpass spring mornings.' Familiar lines of poetry ring in my ears again. Unfortunately, this is just a wishful dream.

With just a single leaf of the parasol tree, the world knows that autumn has arrived. However, what could us scholars really know from this post?

Thinking back seven or eight months ago, both coincidentally and with a certain inevitability, I came here. Then, within a few days, the new head of the Shuiyue clan also arrived. Shuiyue truly is a butcher's knife. As time passed, I witnessed countless 'shooting stars' streak across the sky, then vanish into the galaxy, leaving behind posts asking questions, making people aware that they once existed. People say that each generation of newcomers replaces the old, but sadly, I saw generations of newcomers and oldsters leave. Whether they were new or old, I welcomed them when they arrived; I tried to hold them back when they left. With a tinge of regret and sorrow, I watched their departure.

It must be said, many things happened during these days. I witnessed the Saipan family's dissolution, the Android version moderators changed a few times (as for me, I have always been here). As for the music section, apart from Brother Cheng Lin, there have been two moderators →_→ one of whom is the recently very active Little Yu in the music section. I remember when I first came, I often saw Qian, the Duke, and that evil moderator Yin of the new version (to avoid being moderated) Brother Wolf. I also watched Daolover Xiaolian, who came around the same time as me, make a name for himself in the Shuiyue clan. Then, there was the disciple in the Bloodline Section who went through a period of menstruation and disappeared from the forum for quite some time, occasionally popping in were the hobbyists and my brother Lei, the over-energetic comrade with an online alias, and for a time, the mischievous little friend under the influence of aphrodisiac…

Alright, enough said; my battery is only at three percent, so I'll just leave it at that for now.