It was a moonlit night, with a cool breeze and a chilly air. We held our arms tightly and walked on the high dam by the river, looking up at the sky. The full moon was like a bright light. As we walked, she followed, lighting the way ahead for us, the twinkling stars\r\ nJust like the eyes of those friends, they seem to say to me: Are you coming too? Looking into the distance, the earth is shrouded in moonlight, hazy and mysterious; looking at the feet, the cold moonlight shines on the small river, sparkling like pieces of silver\r\njumping on the water. At this time, several birdsongs were heard from time to time in the woods beside the river, shrill and long. This made our two teenage children timid, so we sang loudly: "I am a member of the commune, holding a small sickle in my hand." ....I go to work after school, mow the grass, accumulate fertilizer and gather wheat ears. The more I work, the more I like it." The song trembled in the night wind and echoed in the night sky, making the birds in the forest flutter away. Singing can strengthen our courage. In singing, we temporarily forget our fear and the cold. We soon arrived at the taro field. Five or six people had already arrived in the field, but we could not see my sister and the others. We were very puzzled: Where did they go? But we can't care about that much\r\n. Just pick it up. If there are too many people, we won't be able to share it. Taking advantage of the moonlight, we used the claw hook to dig gently and slowly. When it was dawn, there were more people and almost all the taro was picked up. At this time, we picked up a small amount\r\n basket. At this time, my sister and others came to the field and looked at my basket of taros. They were dumbfounded. Xiao Wu and I deliberately swung the basket in front of them and carried it home happily. And they picked up only half a basket of small taros all morning.