On an autumn night, the beautiful moon rose, rising from the sky.
The moon disk was so beautiful, the moonlight was so pure and flawless, the bright moonlight illuminated the tall buildings, the osmanthus trees on the roadside, and the avenues and paths of the neighborhood.
At this time, my mom likes to gently hold my little hand with her big warm hand and walk along the path full of laurel trees. The moonlight through the branches of the trees, sprinkled on the ground, dappled, like an ink painting. Sometimes, I tell my mother about what happened on campus, my mother told me funny stories about her childhood, making me laugh; sometimes, I give my mother math problems, to see her difficult, I taught her step by step to do, my mother praised me for being her little teacher; sometimes, we play poetry solitaire, discussing the poet's aspirations, ideals, destiny, and the rise and fall of the era in which he lived, as if walking in the Tang and Song poems. Our laughter was sprinkled all along the way, and it was the happiest time of my day.
When we walked through the brightly lit square, there were many old people gathered here to dance seriously. They danced beautifully and moved skillfully with a sense of rhythm. That dancing crowd, most of them are over the age of the grandmother, but their dance is not clumsy, but light as a swallow, dancing, so that people can not help but clap their hands, and praised again and again. Some children are playing games, some are playing skates, and some are learning to walk one step at a time by holding their mother's hand.
We walked through the small garden, which was full of unknown flowers, emitting a faint fragrance that was refreshing. The little animals made it their own paradise: puppies were playing in the grass, some chasing each other, some rolling on the ground, and two barking as if they were talking to each other; and there were also little children with carrots and white rabbits to play with.
In this way, my mother and I walked through the neighborhood avenues and paths. Looking at the lights of the houses, I felt the moonlight was extraordinarily soft. I so want to hold my mom's hand like this and keep walking until I grow up,
Walking until my mom slowly grows old.