Walking on the Moon
On the autumn night, the beautiful moon rises, rising from the sky.
The moon disk is so beautiful, and the moonlight is so pure and flawless. The bright moonlight illuminates the tall buildings, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees on the roadside, and the avenues and paths of the community.
At this time, my mother likes to gently hold my little hand with her warm big hands and walk on the path full of osmanthus trees. The moonlight shines through the branches and onto the ground, mottled like an ink painting. Sometimes, I tell my mother what happened on campus, and my mother tells me interesting things about her childhood, which makes me laugh; sometimes, I give my mother math problems, and when she gets into trouble, I teach her step by step. My mother always praised me as her little teacher; sometimes, we would also play poetry solitaire and discuss the poet’s ambitions, destiny, and the rise and fall of the era, as if we were walking in the poetry of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Our laughter was sprinkled along the way. This was the happiest time of my day.
When we walked through the brightly lit square, many elderly people gathered here to dance square dance seriously. They dance gracefully and their movements are skillful and rhythmic. Most of the dancing crowd were old ladies over 60 years old, but their dancing postures were not clumsy at all. Instead, they were as light as a swallow and danced gracefully, making people couldn't help but applaud and praise them. Some children are playing games, some are playing with skates, and some are holding their mother's hand and learning to walk step by step.
We walked through the small garden, which was full of unknown flowers, emitting a faint fragrance and refreshing. The little animals regard it as their own paradise: the puppies are playing happily on the grass, some chasing each other, some rolling on the spot, and two barking, as if talking about something; there are also children holding Carrot, come here to play with the little white rabbit.
In this way, my mother and I walked through the avenues and alleys of the community. Looking at the lights of thousands of houses, I feel that the moonlight is particularly soft. I really want to hold my mother's hand and keep walking until I grow up and until my mother gets older.