September 18, 1986 Sunny

At the invitation of the great poet Xiao Chen, Yun and I came to this small terrace by the kapok tree in the evening to attend a family Mid-Autumn dance party.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn atmosphere was thick, and the leaves of the kapok tree trembled continuously in the cool evening breeze. The volume from the dual cassette player was loud, playing a soft and lyrical song by Teresa Teng: “Draw a heart, draw a heart, let the heart circle you, I will always let you, let you, hide in my heart…”

Neither Yun nor I had the heart to join the dancing crowd tonight. On this beautiful night, with fragrant clothes and graceful figures, the dance moves were elegant, but I just had no interest. Xiao Chen came to invite me to dance, but I politely declined.

We quietly sat in a corner, with a faint scent of osmanthus nearby, and the small table in front of us was filled with peanuts, taro, fruits, and mooncakes… I was thinking about rushing back to watch the exciting Hong Kong TV series “The Floating Life,” which featured my favorite idol Leslie Cheung. As for Yun? She had a college entrance exam tomorrow, so she was even less in the mood. We were just there to show face to Xiao Chen.

Soon, we bid farewell to this group of friends who were in high spirits dancing, and walked home under the moonlight...