Introduction
Sometimes when I feel very strongly and passionately about something, it’s hard for me to put it into words or draw it with my hands. Even though I’m a painter and people say I’m good at it, I still struggle to express certain thoughts and feelings. I’m a poor boy and I live on a really small street. But I’m lucky because my room is located high up in the house and I have a great view of the roofs of the nearby houses. Even though my living situation may not be the best, I can still enjoy the sunlight and the scenery from my window.
When I first moved to the town, I felt sad and lonely for a few days. Before, I used to live near a forest and beautiful green hills. But now that I’m in the town, all I see outside my window are a lot of chimneys on top of buildings. It’s not as pretty as before, and I miss the natural view. What’s more, I didn’t have any friends. Nobody I knew was there to say hello or welcome me.
One night, I was feeling really sad and hopeless, and I went to sit by the window. I eventually opened the window and looked outside. Suddenly, I felt happiness when I saw someone I recognized outside my window. It was the face of a good friend from back home who had a round and friendly face.
Actually, the face I saw outside was not my friend’s face, but it was the Moon! The Moon looked the same as it did when I used to see it back home, peeking through the trees. I waved my hand and blew kisses to the Moon many times because he looked so pretty shining into my small room. The Moon promised that every night he would come out and shine in my direction for a little while. The Moon has been keeping his promise and showing up outside my window every night. Unfortunately, he can only stay for a little while before he has to go away again. Every time the Moon shows up, he tells me about the things he saw the night before or earlier that same night. He told me to paint the things he describes, I remember the Moon saying, and then I could make a really nice book of pictures. I have been doing what he said for many nights now. I have so many pictures now that I could create a new storybook, like “The Thousand and One Nights,” but I’m not sure if I have enough room for all of them! I picked the pictures I drew very carefully and put them in the right order. They match exactly the things that the Moon described to me. An artist or writer who is very talented might be able to do more with the pictures I’ve made. The pictures I drew were quick and not perfect, with some of my own ideas added in. I didn’t get to see the Moon every night, sometimes clouds blocked my view.
