The composition is as follows:
When we are still immersed in the sultry summer, the Mid-Autumn Festival reflects the faces as ruddy as maples, blooms shy smiles like chrysanthemums, and carries the sweet-scented osmanthus. As faintly fragrant as the autumn rain, it walked towards us gracefully and gracefully with dancing steps as light as the autumn rain.
Autumn comes quietly.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of deep homesickness. Since ancient times, the Mid-Autumn Festival has been a day for family reunion. In ancient times, the poet Li Bai wrote this poem during the Mid-Autumn Festival: "Toast to the bright moon, and look at each other to form three people." In this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no bright moon like in previous years. Thick clouds cover the cold moonlight, but it still cannot cover it. Live in people's hearts longing for reunion.
Since early in the morning, I have seen grandma lingering at the door, opening the door again and again, and standing by the window again and again, watching whether the aunts have arrived. She was so stubborn, no matter whether it was raining outside or not, she just wanted them to go home. Time passed by and almost everyone came. However, my aunt has not come yet, and grandma is still standing by the window looking out, waiting for my aunt to appear.
After receiving the news, grandma immediately picked up the phone and asked for the news. She wanted to confirm this fact. On the phone, she asked over and over again if she could get a taxi or if she could walk forward and see if anyone was there.
Her urging calls one after another are not her nagging. It's her longing for her children to come home. Grandma is over 70 years old, and now she just hopes that her children can come home to visit her more often. Every day at home is just waiting.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival that places infinite wishes on people; a festival full of harmony and reunion; a festival that condenses deep thoughts; the warmest festival among the 365 days in a year ! It has made generations of Chinese people happy, and it has made countless people running around look at their hometown from afar on this day, calling silently in their hearts - my mother!
When the bright moon is in the sky, the breeze blows, the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here, with hope...