The moon waxes and wanes, just as people meet and part. This is the way of nature. Ancient poets wrote not of the moon itself, but of the heart. Li Bai drank alone under the moon, finding freedom in solitude. Du Fu gazed at the moon, longing for home amidst turmoil. Su Shi danced with his shadow, rising above disappointment.
The moon has no feelings, yet it stirs ours. Don't rejoice too much when it's full, nor grieve too deeply when it fades. Life, like the moon, has its ups and downs. Embrace each moment with a peaceful heart, and every day becomes a gift.
May you always carry the moonlight in your heart, and find your own completeness, whether the moon is full or not.