Autumn insects sing, night birds flap their wings and fish jump out of the water.

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Autumn insects are singing, night birds are flapping their wings, fish are jumping out of the water, and thin streams exude the fragrance of grass, wild flowers and moonlight. Gray pebbles cover the river bed.

Yo, how many cute little ponds are there among the pebbles? Every small pond has a moon! Oh, grandma, you wash clothes in the stream during the day, and I make a boat with leaves, carrying many fresh petals ... Oh, grandma, let's go to the stream, let's see the small pond, the moon in the pond and the place where I pick wild flowers.

Ah, grandma and I are walking on the moon!

The village road has been repaired, and the potholes have been filled with gravel and new soil. It is a custom in the village to repair and repair roads before harvesting crops.

The smell of fruit wafted from the orchard. Is it Sydney or torch pear? Or purple grapes? Both. In the moonlight, these delicious fruits are covered with branches in the orchard on the hillside. The ditch water gurgled satisfactorily.

Yes, next to it, it is the paddy field watered by it. Oh, grandma, isn't this our land? In spring, the rape we planted bloomed, and I looked for rabbit grass in the field. I blew the dandelion away ... I harvested rapeseed and planted rice. Look, the rice is about to mature, the ears of rice hang down, the rice field is like a silver blanket, and the moonlight is bright.

Oh, grandma, let's go to the ridge! Didn't you say dad would come back after school? Which pond and new valley should we choose to entertain dad?

Ah, grandma and I went to the moon. ...

Sometimes, grandma tells me stories about the moon and ancient legends; Sometimes, I say nothing, just walk quietly and walk. Grandma's warm hand pulls me, and I can smell her breath. Walk across the moon bank and the stone arch bridge; Walking through the orchard of the moon, walking through crops and vegetable fields ... Ah, when I looked up at my grandmother, I suddenly saw the beautiful moon holding those twinkling stars, as if walking in the sky. ...

What a wonderful night! Grandma and I are walking on the moon!