在我爷爷的口袋里，总有一段故事，那是他年轻时听到的，是关于元朝民间的一个传说。每当夜空中月光明亮的时候，他就会拿出那只泛黄的书页，细声细语地给我讲述。
故事讲的是一个小村庄里的女孩，她有着一头如同夜空中的繁星一般璀璨夺目的长发。这个女孩被村子里的孩子们称作“月下仙子”。据说，每当新月初升之际，这个仙子会从她的屋顶悄无声息地跳下来，走进村子的每一个角落，用她那发丝般柔软的手指点亮了所有的灯火。
villagers were so delighted by the girl's kindness that they started to leave their doors open at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. But no matter how hard they tried, she always vanished before anyone could see her clearly.
The legend said that one day, a brave young man decided to follow the girl and uncover her true identity. He waited for the next new moon night and hid himself in an old barn on the outskirts of the village. As he listened carefully, he heard footsteps coming from above. The girl jumped down from the roof and began to weave through houses with an otherworldly grace.
The young man followed her without making a sound until they reached a secret garden hidden behind a waterfall. In this enchanted place, there was no light except for those shining in the girl's hair.
Suddenly, she turned around and saw him hiding behind some bushes. Instead of being angry or frightened, she smiled kindly at him and revealed her true form: it was Chang'e herself - the goddess of moonlight!
Chang'e told them that she had been sent by heaven to bring peace and prosperity to their humble village during difficult times when wars ravaged China under Mongol rule. She asked them never speak about what happened tonight as long as everyone lived happily together under moonlit nights.
And so our village remained prosperous for generations while keeping this precious story alive only within family circles on quiet nights when stars twinkled like diamonds in black velvet sky - just like my grandfather's eyes whenever he thought about his childhood stories shared beneath such skies full of dreams.
I would sit there listening intently while watching my grandfather smile softly into his memories; then I knew why every time I looked up at those celestial bodies with strands of silver hair drifting among them all over again - magic existed not only between words but also beyond borders timelessly connecting us all through tales passed down from generation after generation across different worlds we inhabit today called life itself...
