The Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival in China. The Mid-Autumn Festival has many aliases, such as: "August Festival", "August Half", "Moon Festival", "Moon Festival", "Reunion Festival", "Duanzheng month" and so on. The Mid-Autumn Festival is the time when the moon is full, and how should we spend this year's Mid-Autumn Festival? I can not help but think a lot. Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, enjoy the moon to talk about the moon has become a long talk about the topic, then, from the first to play with the moon to say it.
Playing the moon: Mid-Autumn Festival, cloud sparse fog less, moonlight bright and bright, folk in addition to the moon, moon festival, eat moon cakes to bless the reunion of a series of activities, some places have to dance grass dragons, laying pagodas and other activities. In China's ethnic minority areas, the Mid-Autumn Festival this day, but also held a distinctive "moon worship", "haunted the moon", "line the moon", "jumping the moon! "moon worship", "haunted moon", "moonwalking", "moon jumping", "stealing the moon" and other colorful activities are also held on this day. The Mid-Autumn Festival has a lot of customs, the form is also different, but all of them send people to the infinite love of life and the desire for a better life.
Moon Festival: Why do people love the Mid-Autumn Festival to enjoy the moon? There is a poem that says: "The bright moon has four times, what is happy about the Mid-Autumn Festival? ...... released white ho thousand zhang, scattered as a color of the Taixu ......" The moon is the hometown Ming. When I was small, I used to look at the bright moon in the sky, and I took it for granted that I did not know how to cherish it. And now, being in a foreign country, every day accompanied by the noisy world affairs, in the polluted environment, can not see the stars, and did not care about the moon in the sky is still so bright. People often say that the ten best places to enjoy the moon: Mount Lu to enjoy the moon, Mount Huangshan invite the moon, the Yangtze River after the moon, the Shaoxing water town paddle lights and shadows of the water town moon, Emei Mountain, half of the month to hold the autumn, the three pools and the moon, Dongting Lake, the moon two clear, Gansu Province, south of Lanzhou, the beautiful prairie is the sky and wild moon, think about what can be said here to enjoy the moon in any place, it must be a kind of enjoyment, but I still miss the moon in my hometown.
Eating the moon: Mid-Autumn Moon Festival when the moon is full, it must be inevitable to eat mooncakes, then talk about eating mooncakes. When I was a child, I ate my grandmother's mooncakes, although they were much rougher than the ones I bought, and the fillings were much less, but there was something special in my heart; now, the mooncake grade is also higher than a year, and the pattern of mooncakes is also higher than a year, but how can I not eat the sweetness of my childhood, is it that my tastes have become tricky? In fact, eating mooncakes is to taste that atmosphere, taste that kind of happy family love. This year, a variety of luxury moon cakes early began to "fire" up, a box of moon cakes less than hundreds, more than a thousand or even a hundred thousand sky-high price. Packaging luxury, "real gold and silver", cigarettes, wine and tea, and so on, has also become the accompaniment of some moon cakes. This moon cake is not for eating, it has long been alienated as a gift.
Moon: Mid-Autumn Festival, clear blue sky, full moon like a disk. People in the enjoyment of the moon at the time, can not help but miss traveling outside, living in a foreign country loved ones. Chinese people have always been family reunion, friends and relatives reunion, *** enjoy the joy of family life is extremely valuable, has always had a "good flowers and moon people reunion" said. Especially in the "reunion festival", more hope for reunion. However, people have sadness and happiness, the moon has a clear and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete.
Can be reunited, reunion, friends, please cherish the reunion, reunion of the minutes and seconds it, do not let too many regrets left; can have the present, friends, please cherish the present minutes and seconds it, do not let too many regrets left in the future. I wish you a long time, a thousand miles of **** Chan Juan. It is the time of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter how to live the Mid-Autumn Festival, you have to live out the taste!
2. Another Mid-Autumn Moon Festival
"The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown."
These two lines of Du Fu's poem have long been a unique portrayal of the Mid-Autumn Festival. On this day, the feeling of autumn is getting stronger. Obviously can feel is the early morning and the night time, there have been a few chills, early no previous heat. The night is as cool as water, and the sky at night seems even more clear and distant. The days become shorter and the fall night grows longer. There is even a delegation round moon, how can people not think of each other!
The moonlight is pale, streaming down on the pale earth, laying a layer of silver carpet. The moon is a little brighter, and now I'm alone. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
August 15, a good time to think about your family. This day is your birthday. So, I remember it forever. At this moment, far away from the other city you, whether ever thought, in such a festival, there is a I am thinking of you? The past is like smoke, what is gone cannot be recovered. There is no so-called love between us, I think it is just a kind of hazy impulse. And now, I recall the past, for just a kind of memorial, a kind of memory of the experience.
"Tonight the moon is bright into the end of the hope, I do not know whose home the autumn thoughts fall." Thoughts are just a kind of moving to you.
Facing the bright moon, what are you thinking about? Vaguely remember, in the first day of our acquaintance, we became very speculative friends, each other exchanging the sound of the heart. That year, we talked so often, vaguely, on your feelings. Especially after I got sick that time. I had an inflammation of the throat, and it was difficult for me to swallow. You took care of me like a big sister, cooking porridge with your own hands and bringing it to me. I ate silently, my heart was a touch.
When I wanted to express my love to you, I was shocked to hear that you have a boyfriend. It was a bolt from the blue. At that stage, I was downcast. However, you are still like a big sister to guide me, let me realize: love, is the two sides, but also need fate, but also a kind of responsibility. I think this is the first lesson of love in my life. Love, what's wrong with it, why not write about it. It is also a subject that all life must go through, and only after experiencing it will you know how to cherish and choose. Love can also make people grow. At least, in my opinion, this ignorant relationship has given me a great deal.
Obviously, it is impossible to have a romantic relationship between us. So, I y and solemnly called out to you, "Sister." How many complex feelings were contained in that cry. I lost my relationship, but I gained a good sister. We are still very good friends, but we have just passed by love. I, for one, am still full of smiles.
Last year in the mid-autumn, a group of our good friends, is celebrating your birthday. Now that I think about it, it is still vivid in my mind. It's really a dusty affair. Time flies, and again approaching the mid-autumn festival. But then, you have long been gone, left our familiar hometown. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be no one to congratulate you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said. Although I can't see you, let me send my thoughts with the moon, through the same round of the moon, to convey my blessings to you. If, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, you feel that your ears are itching a little bit, then it must be my thoughts coming.
May you in a distant city spend this year's Mid-Autumn Festival happily. Finally, let me use Su Shi's "Song of Water" to bless you. May my song, through the distance of time and space, pluck even a single heartstring in your heart:
When is the bright moon? I'm not sure when the moon will come out, but I'd like to ask the sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to go home on the wind, but I'm afraid that the jeweled buildings are too high to be cold.
It's a good idea to get up and dance, but I don't know why I'm here on earth!
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the low ceiling, the light is sleepless. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you.
People have sadness and happiness, the moon has a clear and sunny and round and short, this matter can not be complete. But I wish you a long life, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan.
3. Mid-Autumn Moon Festival
Song Mingxia looked at the full moon in the sky, I can not help but think of a thousand thoughts, the heart flew far away in the countryside next to his father. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again. Dad, you said that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival to come and the whole family together reunion holiday, but to today, you called to say that work is too busy to have time to go home, we are how disappointed, but I can understand you, Dad, you are serious about the work, persistent, so I admire you from the heart, I want to say, Dad, we support you, you work well! Seeing my mom busy at home putting up food and doing dishes, I can't help but think of the last time I had a Mid-Autumn Festival. Last Mid-Autumn Festival, you rushed back early in the morning, and our family was so happy, talking and laughing. In the evening, we prepared a sumptuous meal, the whole family sat under the moon and ate together while enjoying the moon, the family was very lively! Before the break, you washed the feet of my grandmother, who had difficulty with her legs. I will never forget that situation, at that time, my grandmother cried, and we were very touched. You said, you can't go home several times a year, you didn't take good care of everyone, so now that you're home, you should do more to fulfill your duty. I also remember that you sent my brother and I each a pen, but at that time, I did not know what to do, the pen was broken, so I threw it away, did not properly collect, too bad. Now, I realize the high hopes you had for us! The next day, a long-distance phone call will let you go back, we understand you, understand your seriousness about the work, so no one at that time to discourage you, you left, the family was silent for several days. Dad, this Mid-Autumn Festival you can't come back, but we don't blame you, you're out there working hard for us! The moon in the sky is so full and big that it makes people feel like a cozy mirror, if only I could see you from the moon, even if I could take a look! "I wish you a long time, a thousand miles of *** Chan Juan", Dad, we look forward to seeing you, the next time we see you, can not be a moment to go ah! Tonight's moonlight is really good, but the festive atmosphere is less joyful, less a family reunion of warmth, I know, we are thinking about you, waiting for you! Dad, put down your work and come out to see the moon!
4. Mid-Autumn Moon Festival
Mid-Autumn Festival is again. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival of many thoughts and associations.
No matter what else, the green moonlight and the world it illuminates are enough to make the viewer have endless associations. But the associations vary according to the viewer's character, experience and situation. Just as Simarouboubou Takayama said in his "The Beauty of the Moonlit Night", "...... what ordinary people can generally bring up in their minds is probably the contrast between life and nature, and the second most easy to have is the memory of the past and the nostalgia of distant people." In the face of a round of green bright moon, some people may be a good memory of the past; some people may be more of a kind of melancholy ......, in short, what kind of situation can only depend on your state of mind of this person.
I this person is not good at memories, also do not want to remember, more reluctant to remember. The things that have been experienced you let me rummage around and think about it, really can not think of much. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of this! Therefore, from their own push, I even doubt that some people sprawling memoirs are actually how to write out, is not nonsense to write or even fabricated, or even authorized in the gunman and then the gunman out of thin air.
I once wrote a paragraph for a blogger's article about "memories": "...... Your "memories" is really well written, but I don't know what happened to this person, but I don't like memories, personality signature. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but it's the flow of my true feelings. You say that life has experienced what let me carved in the bones of the unbearable past, right? But there is no ah! And it's not my character. I can't say! Maybe when I'm going to be old, maybe I'll stop and quietly think about something. I hope so!"
What exactly is my personality signature on my QQ? -- "Today I don't look back on yesterday! Memories can not inspire us to live on vigorously, memories can only let us escape, as if the prisoner escaped from prison!" Dry enough!
But as the Mid-Autumn Festival of this year of the Cthulhu is approaching, I can't help but think of some things when I am sitting alone in my leisure time. I can't figure myself out again!
I first thought of the song "Silent Night Thoughts": "The light of the moon before the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I don't know if I'm a good person. Every time I read or even think of this poem, my mind will come up with a round of bright moonlight reflected in the pillows of the river and sleep in the village, quiet like a piece of elegant and soft ink painting. There was my old father who was mute and kind and my old mother who had gray hair. As I grow older, I gradually have such a strong feeling: If you compare your parents to the earth, then as children we are the moon that revolves around the earth. Maybe you are in a foreign country, but I'm sure your heart is still wandering around your parents every moment. It is also based on this, after graduating from college I gave up a lot of opportunities, back to my hometown I now work in the beautiful small town. After work, take the time to go home every time to visit the old man, from the old mother to see his son's eyes glittering with tears of happiness, I can appreciate the position of children in the hearts of their parents: although it has been over the years, but our parents are still the moon in their hearts. As long as we can always be in the line of sight of our parents, the old man's heart will feel bright. I will also understand that every time a netizen sends me his (her) photos, without exception, with his (her) children's beautiful photos, because the child in the heart of the parents can represent everything, is the parents proud and proud of the money, is the moon in their hearts.
I remembered my childhood in the moonlight night and play with small friends. Autumn is deep, the sound of insects. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Play thirsty, ran to the village entrance of the old well, first around the well lying in a circle, together to look into the well for a while in the water with the light of the moon swaying, so that people do not feel reminiscent of the comical story of the monkey fishing for the moon. And then together with a fishing rod from the old well to play a bucket of water, take turns to drink enough, now recall that taste can be better than the current bucket of water! When we were tired of playing, we would either jump onto the woodpile, shoulder to shoulder, back to back, and stare at the watery, round moon high in the sky; or we would run to our house and fetch our neighbor's grandmother from the earth hut to the yard, and pester her to tell her the never-ending story of Chang'e and the Jade Rabbit in the Moon Palace. I still think that the feeling that I will never grow up is probably developed from that time!
When I was in college, there was no vacation for the Mid-Autumn Festival every year. In order to appease the age of teenagers away from home parents and relatives of the students of homesickness, the Department of each year will give students each sent a few pieces of moon cake. And every time this time is also the most happy time for our brothers and sisters. On the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, after class, we began to make preparations. To the school across the store to buy some food and drink, take the department issued moon cakes, and then use the green military kettle to fill a few jugs of boiled water (at that time there is no mineral water and so on), and then all the way to the south of the city on the Qianfo Mountain.
5.Mid-Autumn Festival
--Flowering of the clouds
This evening, I saw the full moon, and then I suddenly realized: Oh, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival.
Living in the reinforced concrete buildings, the line of sight is blocked, shuttling in the impatient rush of the city, it is difficult to have the mood of flowers and snow. Festival quite a few over, can wine and enjoy the moon? The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.
Every mid-autumn festival, my heart is particularly sour.
In my memory, it seems that there has not been a romantic Mid-Autumn Festival. My hometown is in the countryside, and during the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is also the busy season for farming. Farmers work no sooner or later, with a sour smell, tired from the fields back, in the rising smoke, fooling around with a bite to eat, to buy cheap mooncakes, to the plate, one person to take a, even if the festival. Often the moon, sun labor farmers on the moon seems to be very lack of feeling. I remember in my teens, there was such a Mid-Autumn Festival: my father had something to go out, and the family still had a piece of sorghum to confiscate. My mother was weak but strong, she spent a day chopping down the sorghum, however, how to transport it home became a problem. This sorghum land in the mountains, and the mountains and villages are separated by a great deep gully, then Hou on the upper side of the bridge, people in order to facilitate, hard from the gully on both sides of the cliffs opened a road. That can only be called a road, and narrow and steep and long, even if two oxen pulling a load of grain from the bottom of the gully to climb up to the tired huffing and puffing. So my mother was worried to death about a field of sorghum. But she finally decided to use the most primitive and saddest way: the bundled sorghum, from the opposite side of the mountain one by one back over! I was too small to help, my mother instructed me to watch our cart and the sorghum over here. In this way, the ditch separated us from each other. Night fell, the surrounding is really quiet, but can hear all kinds of insects in the grass, but also can vaguely hear the opposite mountain sorghum leaves whirring, mother's hobbling footsteps, and kicked a small stone rolled down the sound of the valley ...... The air is filled with the smell of the earth and the fragrance of the wild grasses, the head of this piece of the sky is really big, the moon from the east lonely rise! . I stared wide-eyed to trace my mother's figure, no, exactly the shadow of the sorghum, because I can only see a large bundle of sorghum trembling from the opposite mountain to the valley floor, and from the valley floor difficult to rise on my side of the high slopes. Seeing my mother I always a burst of joy, followed by another kind of despondency - the mother put down the sorghum and immediately went back ...... the moon rises higher and higher, the mother back and forth more than. Unconsciously I lay down on the pile of sorghum and fell asleep. When my father rushed back to help us, it was the middle of the month, the deep clear night sky that round of the moon looks gentle and charming, but, looking at the big and beautiful moon, I cried ......
It is undeniable that the subsequent ten years of city life has changed a lot of me, however, the round of the hometown of the bright moon is still the biggest and most beautiful I have ever seen!
These are the most important things that you can do for your family and friends, although the nostalgia associated with it is slightly bitter and sad.
It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm really afraid of the hints that the lack of a full moon will bring to my mind. Because in addition to the thought of the homeland, I have an additional emotional attachment. My lover and I love each other to the bone, as early as the age of marriage, however, for various reasons, as when my mother and I between the huge gully, we are blocked in the distant two cities. Thinking of home on the moon is a kind of faint sorrow, thinking of people on the moon is a kind of incomparable bitterness. Although we phone letters constantly, also firmly believe that each other faithful, but the time and space between the love is always a little shortcomings. We do not dare to slack off, respectively, for the future carefully planned, desperately running around, plain busy and do not feel anything, but the holidays come, lonely and attack, and the window of the bustle of the formation of a strong contrast, is really embarrassing! I'm looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I'm also afraid of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is our Mid-Autumn Festival?
"Dingxin ......" the phone rang. The familiar voice of my mother came from the other end of the phone, and after hearing my reply that I would not be on vacation during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I could feel her obvious disappointment, followed by her eagerness to ask me if I wanted to bring me some boiled peanuts and corn.......
"Ding呤呤..... ." this time it was him. "Shu, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is already full today. I have good news for you: next year we'll be able to spend the festival together!" "Really?" "I promise!" A warm tear fell on the back of my hand holding the phone line ......
Pushing the window and looking out, the moon in front of me was actually still as big and beautiful as I remembered, even though it wasn't yet full enough ......
6. It's the time of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival
6. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm not a good person, and I'm a good person.
In my childhood, I lived in my hometown on the 15th of August, the most worshipped is the "Moonlight Lady", according to legend, the Moonlight Lady usually resides in the Moon Palace to cultivate the body and raise the spirit, every Mid-Autumn Festival to go out of the Palace to visit the earth, and to do good and give blessings. In order to pray for a good harvest and peace in the family, people have to prepare offerings and burn incense and paper outside the gate to pay homage to the Moonlight Maiden. On this night, adults are never allowed to point at the moon with their hands, saying that pointing at the moon is scolding the Moonlight Queen and will make her angry. Under the hazy moonlight, my grandmother offered incense, vegetable cakes, diamond corns and pomegranates on the lotus leaves, and waited until the dew came down and the moon lady tasted them before it was our turn to share them. The gray-haired grandmother certainly could not recite the "Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky night and day" and so on, but she narrated a lot of beautiful legends about the moon palace is full of sadness and magic.
The children enjoy a privilege in the Mid-Autumn Festival night --- can go to anyone's home garden to pick some fruits and vegetables, and will not be seen as "theft". According to the old man, it is the night the moon palace fairy descended to the mortal world, the manna sprinkled all over the earth. Fairy manna is selfless, therefore, this night every year people can **** enjoy sprinkled with manna fruits and vegetables. If an unmarried girl steals vegetables or green onions from another family's vegetable garden on the night of Mid-Autumn, it means that she will meet a man of her choice in the future. Married women who have not yet given birth to children, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, steal a melon from someone's vegetable garden and take it home, so that next year, it is said, you can give birth to a fat baby. When night fell, we came to the vegetable field in twos and threes, scurried into the melon shed, no matter who the melon owner was, without fear, just picking good melons to pick! "This is good!" "Well, this is good!" ...... As the saying goes, "Be a thief to steal the melon up", but only this mid-autumn night, steal the melon is not a thief. Melon owner bumped into, although the heartache but not only do not scold, will also be forced to smile and said: "moonlight lady want melon, you just pick, just pick!" It is said that whoever loses more melons, whoever has more melons next year, is a good sign of a good harvest.
I don't remember how old I was when my mother brought back a big round cake, hard, covered with sesame seeds, very fragrant! I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. I yelled to eat, my mother did not allow, said to wait for the holidays to eat, I suddenly tears in my eyes, sadly cried. Grandmother took me, help me wipe tears, in my sobbing, grandmother told me the story of Wu Gang Fu Gui, of course, grandmother still can not forget, when my mother was not there, broke a small piece of moon cake, stuffed into my mouth. The mooncakes I ate when I was a child were far from the delicacy and digging and extravagance of today. At that time, the mooncake flour was very thick, the crust was very hard, mixed with orange peel, biting into the center to have a little sugar syrup and peanut kernels. Later on, there were the shortening multi-layered skin of this type of cake and the thin skin and thick filling of the sweet and creamy Cantonese-style cake. I prefer to eat this type of cake, not to mention the "crystal" in the melon sugar, barbecued pork in the beans in the cured meat, lotus seed paste in the soft sweetness, alone that layer after layer of peeling endless, crispy and fragrant trivial, residual in the greaseproof paper in a pile of crumbs, can also make me savor.
Years later, a moonlit night, I rode the night train to leave my hometown to the south, the city building skyscraper lights, I have a long, long time have not seen the stars and the moon, although the Mid-Autumn Festival, but most of the units issued a box of mooncakes mounted in a wooden box. At the beginning of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, many merchants will be in the Mid-Autumn Festival before the store decorated with gold and blue, the introduction of all kinds of gift boxes and gift rolls, in order to promote the hundreds of dollars, thousands of dollars a box of moon cakes, and one year there is even a famous old will be the previous year's stale moon cake filling out of the reuse of the classical poetic Mid-Autumn Festival has become a commercial war of conscience of some merchants. I still eat mooncakes, but I can no longer eat the wonderful taste of childhood.
Autumn cool as water, the wind is provocative, I miss the beautiful time of childhood, as the rainy season miss the bright stars of the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, as the cold winter miss the rainbow after the rain in early summer. Stepping on the street early for the colorful neon lights reflecting the color of the moon, look at the shopping mall glass window colorful, fancy moon cakes, the heart suddenly gave birth to a kind of "this evening is what year" feeling. I found that today's moon cakes have changed, many people and things have changed, only the moon in the sky has not changed, it shines over the Great Wall of Qin Dynasty, the border of Tang and Song Dynasty, and has been shining to the present, unchanged for ages. Has not changed the Chinese people on the flowers and the expectation of the moon, many travelers will be in the Mid-Autumn Festival this day to run to their hometowns and loved ones and lovers reunion, many white-collar workers in the office building will also be the eyes from the Internet down to the window of the bright round of the moon.
"Dew from this night white, the moon is the hometown Ming". The home of my soul - is still the home of my parents who gave birth to me and raised me, is still that familiar and can not be familiar with the mountains and countryside, is a strong attachment, mellow affection and warm harbor. Experiencing the annual cycle of the years, I understand that the month like life, unpredictable. Yesterday, the moon was dim and murky, tonight, the light of the clear water around the world. Tonight the moon is as full as a silver plate, and the other night the moon is as crooked as a broken hook. Understand that life is like the moon, alternating between perfection and mutilation, how many past events, how much confusion, they are in the moon in the water, no need to worry about the situation in front of you, do not have to boom, but also can be green water flow, plain is true, serenity and far-reaching.
The Mid-Autumn Moon, let me meditate on the real sense of: cherish time, cherish life, cherish have. In the years to come, I will always have a round of my own moon hanging in my heart.
7. Another Mid-Autumn Moon Festival
Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival was Saturday.
I woke up in the morning, washed the clothes that had been piled up for a long time under the warm sun, and then went to the company to cut the film.
The company was empty on the day of the festival, with only the cartoon on the monitor to keep me company.
Nearly in the evening, we wrapped up our work and went to our parents' house.
Toward the end of the evening, I went to my parents' house. On the way there, I brought dozens of DVDs to my girlfriend, who was expecting a new baby, and told her to take her baby seriously.
A family of young and old gathered one after another in the mom and dad side, only less WC. a year, only the Spring Festival I asked him to go back to my mother's home with me, the weekdays by him at will.
To the family pulled a carload of food, send mom a red shirt, specially stuffed to Xiaohu a red bag, thank her weekdays to help us take care of Mom and Dad's hard work.
Almost 10 o'clock, ran to the yard to see the moon.
The moonlight shone on the pomegranate tree, which my mom had raised with great care, and there were big, heavy pomegranates hanging on the branches that were too small to reach.
The nephews climbed up the ladder to pick them, while his sister, brother-in-law, brother-in-law and siblings were busy taking care of them under the tree, and his mother was giving him a lot of advice.
My father, who has difficulty moving, looked out the window at us in the yard and smiled a little tiredly on his face.
The moon is full and bright, and all people and things are warmly embraced by its clear blue light, refreshing and relaxing.
Such a reunion moment is very easy because of their own unreunited and sentimental, do not allow themselves to think, do not dare to look at the moon.
Return to the WC is buried in work to bring back a large pomegranate, another, to the next door of the small good hair.
The little good hair is not even asleep, is tootling with a big face to concentrate on building blocks, this time, anyone can not distract her attention. At my request, she gave me a tight hug, said good night, and went back to her building blocks.
Didn't go out to see the moon with WC again.
Every family reunion is a torture and a test for us, as our daughter is not here.
They are the first to have a full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but our broken hearts will never be fully complete.
As usual, WC talked me to sleep and then went upstairs to work until 8am the next morning.
The day before yesterday, I went to see my mom, and when I went out, I saw that the pomegranate tree in the yard was full of pomegranates, and I knew that it was going to be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next one.
This year, the full moon in the sky of the Mid-Autumn Festival, for the first time without the company of Dad, but I do not know how Mom will spend the suffering?
Mom, let us look at the moon in the sky, not feeling, not thinking, not tears, okay?