Girls’ chats do help pass the time before classes begin, and as usual, “free talk” time began this time with the topic— what’s the full moon like, sounded a little like an idle gossip for us undergraduates.

“Forget a silver plate or children’s face…” She warned us. Never will we forget those sentences we had to make with ‘the moon’ at primary school; And whenever we were asked “what’s the full moon like?” there always existed the precise answer—“like a plate”, “like a moon-cake”.

“It’s like a moon-cake.” The first one couldn’t wait to broke the rule, having not lost what she has learned but forgot the warning.

“Just like your face.” Another one followed her, and she immediately became another target for ridicule.

“Like the sun. They are born a couple.” The girl looked confident, knowing that no one would think she is wrong.

“The full moon seems like meatball.” One beside me pointed out with excitement, making no secret of having a big stomach as a meat-lover.

“What about sunflowers?” I said almost in a whisper, waiting for another jeering.

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It is true that we did well in finding the right time to laugh at others’ pale words making analogy, but one critical point may have been left out of our consideration: We also have lost both interest and ability in making anlogy vivider, more distinctive by ourselves.

Why not think of something else not just round, golden ones?

An eye opening widely, a vase full of stars, someone's mouth full of food...