When the moon is full, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival in China. There are many nicknames for Mid-Autumn Festival, such as "August Festival", "August and a half", "Mid-Autumn Festival", "Reunion Festival" and "Correcting the Moon". The Mid-Autumn Festival is full again this year. How should we spend it? I can't help thinking a lot. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and enjoying and talking about the moon has become an enduring topic, so let's start with playing with the moon.

Playing with the Moon: During the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are less clouds and more fog, and the moonlight is bright and bright. In addition to enjoying the moon, offering sacrifices to the moon, eating moon cakes and wishing for reunion, there are activities such as dancing grass dragons and building stupas in some places. In the minority areas of China, Mid-Autumn Festival also has colorful activities, such as "Yue Bai", "Naughty Moon", "Walking Moon", "Jumping Moon" and "Stealing Moon". There are many customs and forms of Mid-Autumn Festival, but all of them are entrusted with people's infinite love for life and yearning for a better life.

Appreciating the Moon: Why do people like Mid-Autumn Festival? A poem says, "There is a bright moon at four o'clock, so why celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival?". ..... White zhangs, scattered for too color ... "How bright the moonlight at home! . When I was a child, I was used to seeing the bright moon in the sky, but I didn't know how to cherish it. Now I am in a foreign land, accompanied by noisy things every day, in a polluted environment, I can't see the stars, and I don't care that the moon in the sky is still so bright. People often say that the top ten places to enjoy the moon are Lushan Mountain, Huangshan Mountain inviting the moon, the Yangtze River chasing the moon, Shaoxing water town oars reflecting the water town moon, Emei Mountain holding autumn for half a month, Santan printing the moon, Dongting Lake clearing the moon and the beautiful prairie south of Lanzhou, Gansu Province, which is endless and silent. It must be a pleasure to enjoy the moon in any place mentioned here, but I still miss the bright moon in my hometown.

Eclipse: Mid-Autumn Festival is full, and you must eat moon cakes. Let's talk about eating moon cakes. When I was a child, I ate moon cakes made by my grandmother. Although it is much rougher than the moon cakes bought, and the stuffing is much less, it has a special taste in my heart. Now the grade of moon cakes is getting higher and higher year by year, and the patterns of moon cakes are getting more and more year by year, but I can't eat the sweetness of my childhood. Has my taste become cunning? In fact, eating moon cakes lies in tasting the atmosphere and enjoying the family happiness. This year, all kinds of luxury moon cakes have begun to "fire", with prices ranging from hundreds to thousands or even hundreds of thousands. Luxury packaging, "real money and silver", famous cigarettes, alcohol and tea, etc. It has also become a foil for some moon cakes. This kind of moon cake is not for eating, but has long been alienated into a gift.

Full moon: Mid-Autumn Festival, the blue sky is like washing, and the full moon is like a plate. When people enjoy the moon, they can't help but miss their relatives who have traveled abroad and lived in a foreign land. China people have always regarded family reunion, relatives and friends reunion, and * * * is extremely precious in enjoying family happiness, which has always been called "reunion of those who spend a good night together". Especially in the "reunion festival", I hope to reunite. However, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

When reunion is possible, friends, please cherish every minute of reunion and don't let too many regrets stay; You can have the present tense, my friend. Please cherish every minute of the present and don't leave too many regrets for the future. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. The Mid-Autumn Festival is full again. No matter how you spend it, you must try it!

2. Wait until Mid-Autumn Festival is full again.

"He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! ."

These two poems by Du Fu have already become a unique portrayal of the Mid-Autumn Festival. On this day, autumn is getting stronger. What can be clearly felt is that in the morning and at night, there is already a chill, and there is no previous heat. The night is as cool as water, and the night sky is clearer and higher. The days get shorter and the autumn nights get longer. There is also a bright moon representing reunion, how can we not miss acacia!

The moonlight is faint, flowing on the vast land, covered with a silver carpet. At this moment, how many lovesickness can be exhausted? The moon is particularly bright, and now I am alone. Looking back, you are like a cloud floating across my heart.

August 15, I miss my relatives more every holiday. This day happens to be your birthday. So, I will always remember it. At this moment, you are far away in other cities. Have you ever thought that someone is missing you on such a festival? The past is like smoke, and what is lost cannot be recovered after all. There is no so-called love between us, I think it's just a hazy impulse. Now, I recall the past, just for a memorial, a memorial of experience.

"I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight." Missing you is just a touch to you.

Facing the bright moon, what are you thinking? I vaguely remember that on the first day we met, we became very speculative friends and exchanged ideas with each other. That year, we talked so frequently and vaguely that we had feelings for you. Especially after I got sick. I have a sore throat, which makes it difficult for me to swallow. It was you who took care of me like a big sister and cooked porridge for me. I ate silently and felt a little moved.

I was shocked to hear that you had a boyfriend when I wanted to confess to you. This is really a bolt from the blue. At that stage, I was depressed. However, you still enlighten me like a big sister, making me realize that love is both sides, and it also needs fate, and it is a responsibility. I think this is my first lesson in love. What happened to love? Why not write? It is also a subject that everyone must experience in his life. Only after experience do you know how to cherish and choose. Love can also make people grow. At least in my opinion, this ignorant feeling has given me great gains.

Obviously, there can be no relationship between us. So, I call you affectionately and solemnly: "Sister." How many complicated feelings are contained in this voice. I lost my love, but I got a good sister. We are still very good friends, just passing through love. I am still full of smiles.

Last Mid-Autumn Festival, a group of our good friends were celebrating your birthday. Now that I think about it, I still remember it vividly. What a trance. Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. However, you have already left, leaving our familiar hometown. Alone, struggling outside.

Presumably this Mid-Autumn Festival, no one will congratulate you again. The dew is heavier and the frost is thicker, and the moon is acacia. Although I can't see you, let me send my thoughts and bright moon to convey my blessing to you through the same bright moon. If, on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, you feel a little itchy in your ears, it must be my thoughts.

I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival this year in a distant city. Finally, let me bless you with Su Shi's water tune. May my song, across the distance of time and space, strike the only chord in your heart:

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.

Dance to find out why the shadow is on the earth!

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival is full again.

Song Mingxia looked at the full moon in the sky, and I couldn't help thinking that my heart flew to my father who was far away from home. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again. Dad, you promised to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with your whole family this year, but today, you called and said that you were too busy to go home. How disappointed we are, but I can understand you, dad. I admire you from the bottom of my heart for your seriousness and persistence in your work. I want to say, dad, we support you. Please work hard! Seeing my mother busy arranging food and cooking at home, I can't help thinking of the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. Last Mid-Autumn Festival, you came back early in the morning. Our family was so happy, talking and laughing. In the evening, we prepared a sumptuous meal, and the whole family sat under the moon to enjoy the moon. This family is very lively! I'll never forget that you washed grandma's feet before the break. Grandma cried at that time, and we were very moved. You said you couldn't go home several times a year, and you didn't take good care of everyone. Now go home, do more and do your best. I still remember that you gave me and my brother a pen, when we were still ignorant. The pen was worn out, so we lost it and didn't collect it properly. That's a real pity. Now, I understand that you have high hopes for us! The next day, a long-distance call sent you back. We understand you and your seriousness in your work, so no one dissuaded you at that time. After you left, there was silence at home for several days. Dad, you can't come back this Mid-Autumn Festival, but we don't blame you. You work hard for us outside! The moon in the sky is round and big, which makes people feel like a warm mirror. If only I could see you from the moon, even for a glance! "I wish people a long life, thousands of miles away." Dad, we are looking forward to seeing you. Next time we see you, we can't leave right away! The moonlight is really good tonight, but there is no joy in the festive atmosphere, and there is no warmth of family reunion. I know everyone is thinking about you and waiting for you! Dad, put down your work and come out to see the bright moon!

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night again.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again. Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival that makes people think and associate.

If nothing else, just saying that the blue moonlight and the world illuminated by the blue moonlight are enough to make viewers have endless associations. However, association changes with the personality, experience and environment of the viewer. As Gao Niu said in his "The Beauty of a Moonlit Night": "... what can generally emerge in the hearts of ordinary people is probably the contrast between life and nature, followed by the recollection of the past and the admiration for distant people." Facing the blue moon, some people may miss the past; Some people may be more of a kind of melancholy ... in short, what kind of situation can only depend on your mentality.

I'm not good at recalling, and I don't want to recall, let alone recall. I can't think much about what I have experienced. To put it bluntly, if you ask me what I ate last night, I may not be able to tell you why, really! So I even wonder how some people's voluminous memoirs were written, written at random or even fabricated, even authorized by the gunman, and then imagined by him out of thin air.

I once wrote an article about a blogger's "memory": "... your" memory "is really good, but I don't know what happened, but I don't like memories. Personal signature is an expression of my true feelings. You said I had an unforgettable experience in my life, right? I didn't! It's not my character either. I don't know! Maybe when I get old, maybe I will stop and think about something quietly. I hope so! "

What is my personalized signature on QQ? -"I don't want to go back to yesterday today! . Memories cannot inspire us to live vigorously. Memories can only make us escape, just like prisoners breaking out of prison! " Crispy enough.

However, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and when I sit around alone, I still can't help but think of something. I don't understand myself again!

I first remembered the song "Silent Night Thinking": "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, is there frost already?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " Every time I read or even think of this poem, a small village where the pillow river sleeps on the bright moon will emerge in my mind, as quiet as an elegant and gentle ink painting. There is my wooden and kind old father and my white-haired old mother. With the growth of my age, I gradually have a strong feeling that if we compare our parents to the earth, then as children, we are the moon around the earth. Maybe you are in a foreign land, but I'm sure your heart is still wandering around your parents all the time. It is also based on this that I gave up many opportunities after graduating from college and returned to my hometown where I work now, that beautiful town. After work, whenever I go back to my hometown to visit the elderly, I can feel the position of my children in the hearts of my parents from the happy tears in my mother's eyes when she sees her son: although we are over 30 years old, we are still the moon in their hearts. As long as we can always be in the sight of our parents, the old man's heart will feel bright. I will also understand that every time a netizen sends me their photos, there are always beautiful photos of their children, because children can represent everything in their parents' hearts, their pride and capital, and the moon in their hearts.

I remember playing with my friends on a moonlit night when I was a child. Autumn is deep, and the sound of insects is stuffy. We called friends, in a Bohemian alley in a small village. When I was thirsty, I ran to the old dirt well at the entrance of the village. First, I lay around the dirt well, and we went to the well to watch the moon shining in the water for a while, which reminded people of the funny story of monkeys fishing for the moon. Then Qi Xin joined forces to draw a bucket of water from the old dirt well with a fishing rod and drank enough in turn. Looking back now, it tastes much better than the bucket of water now! When you are tired of playing, jump on the haystack, shoulder to shoulder, and look back at the full moon hanging high in the sky like water. Or run home, from the hut to grandma in the yard next door, pestering her to tell endless stories about Chang 'e and Yutu in the moon palace. I'm still thinking, the feeling that I'll never grow up is probably formed from that time!

When I was in college, there was no Mid-Autumn Festival holiday every year. In order to appease the homesickness of students who were far away from their parents and relatives in their youth, the department gives each student a few moon cakes every year. And this time is also the happiest time for us to learn from our brothers and sisters. In the afternoon of Mid-Autumn Festival, after class, we began to make plans. Go to the store opposite the school to buy something to eat and drink, bring the moon cakes issued by the department, then fill a few pots of boiling water with a green military kettle (there was no mineral water at that time), and then run all the way to Qianfo Mountain in the south of the city.

Wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival is full again.

-the flowers fall and the clouds are smooth.

Seeing the full moon tonight, I suddenly realized: Oh, it's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Living in a reinforced concrete building, the line of sight is blocked, and it is difficult to have a romantic mood when walking through an impetuous and hurried city. Many festivals, can you borrow wine to enjoy the moon? It seems too petty.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my heart is particularly sour.

In my memory, there seems to be no romantic Mid-Autumn Festival. My hometown is in the countryside, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is also a busy farming season. The farmer worked in the dark from morning till night and came back from the field with a sour smell. In the smoke, he fooled a mouthful of food and put cheap moon cakes on the plate, one for each person, even if it was a holiday. Farmers who often deal with the moon and the sun seem to lack feelings for enjoying the moon. I remember when I was a teenager, there was such a Mid-Autumn Festival: my father was on a business trip and a piece of sorghum was confiscated at home. Mother is weak, but strong-willed. It took her a day to cut down sorghum, but how to transport it home became a problem. This sorghum field is on the mountain, and the mountain and the village are blocked by a huge and deep ravine. At that time, there was no bridge on it, so people cut a road abruptly from the cliffs on both sides of the ravine for convenience. That can only be called a road, which is narrow, steep and long. Even if two cows pull a load of millet from the bottom of the ditch, they will be too tired to breathe. So my mother is worried about sorghum. But she finally decided to adopt the most primitive and tragic way: carry the tied sorghum down from the opposite mountain one by one! I couldn't help at that time. My mother asked me to look after our cart and the sorghum sent here. In this way, this big ditch separated our mother and daughter. As night falls, it's really quiet around, but I can hear the chirping of various insects in the grass, and I can vaguely hear the rustling of sorghum leaves on the opposite mountain, my mother's faltering footsteps, and the sound of kicking pebbles rolling down the valley ... The air is filled with the smell of soil and weeds. The sky above me is innocent, and the moon rises alone in the east. I stared at my mother's shadow, not exactly the shadow of sorghum, because I could only see a large bundle of sorghum trembling from the opposite mountain to the bottom, and then struggling to rise from the bottom to my high slope. It's always very happy to see my mother, followed by another kind of loneliness-my mother put down the sorghum and went back immediately ... The moon rose higher and higher, and my mother kept walking back and forth. Unconsciously, I fell asleep lying on the sorghum pile. It was already the middle of the month when my father came back to help us. The moon in the deep and clear night sky looked gentle and charming, but I cried when I looked at the big and beautiful moon. ...

There is no denying that the city life in the next ten years has changed me a lot, but the bright moon in my hometown is still the biggest and most beautiful I have ever seen, although the homesickness that comes with it is slightly bitter and sad.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm really afraid of the spiritual hint brought by the lack of the full moon. Because besides missing my hometown, I have another kind of emotional concern. My wife and I have deep feelings, and it's too early to talk about marriage. But for various reasons, like the huge gap between my mother and me, we are blocked in two distant cities. It is a kind of faint sorrow for homesickness on the moon, and an unparalleled bitterness for missing people on the moon. Although we have been writing letters by phone and firmly believe in each other's loyalty, there are always some shortcomings in love that is blocked by time and space. We dare not slack off, each carefully planning the future, desperately running around, usually busy but still have no feeling, but the festival has come, loneliness has struck at the same time, which is in sharp contrast with the prosperity outside the window. What a pity! Looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival, but afraid of it. Which Mid-Autumn Festival is our Mid-Autumn Festival?

"Butyl poison ..." The telephone rang. Mother's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. After hearing my reply that there would be no holiday for Mid-Autumn Festival, I could feel her obvious disappointment, and then she eagerly asked me if I wanted to bring me some cooked peanuts and corn. ...

"Butyl poison ..." This time it was him. "Shu, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. The moon is full today. Tell you good news: we can spend the holidays together next year! " "Really?" "I promise!" A warm tear fell on the back of my hand holding the telephone line. ...

Looking through the window, the moon in front of me is as big and beautiful as I remember, although it is not round enough. ...

6. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night again

"The moonlight shines, Fang guy, mowing old grass, chopping fingers and brains ..." The ballad of Mid-Autumn Festival once brought me back to my childhood. Alone in the bright moon, my thoughts often drift with the full moon, reminding me to pursue my long-lost dreams.

I lived in my hometown when I was a child. On August 15, my hometown worships "Moonlight Goddess" the most. According to legend, the goddess of moonlight lives in the Moon Palace on weekdays to cultivate her self-cultivation, and only visits the world to do good deeds and pray during the Mid-Autumn Festival. People should prepare offerings, burn incense and paper outside the door, and worship the Moonlight Queen to pray for a bumper harvest and family safety. On this night, adults will never allow children to point their fingers at the moon. Pointing at the moon is scolding the Moonlight Empress, which will make her angry. Under the dim moonlight, grandma offered incense, vegetable cakes, water chestnut and pomegranate on the lotus leaf, and waited until the dew fell, until the moon goddess took a bite, and it was our turn to share the food. Of course, the white-haired grandmother won't recite anything like "Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir, the sky is high and the clouds are light and the night is clear", but many beautiful legends she tells about the Moon Palace are full of sadness and magic.

Children enjoy a privilege on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival-they can pick some fruits and vegetables in anyone's garden without being regarded as "stealing". According to the old man, it was the night moon palace fairy who came to earth and sprinkled manna all over the world. Fairy nectar is selfless, so people can enjoy fruits and vegetables sprinkled with nectar every year on this night. If an unmarried girl steals vegetables or onions from another garden on Mid-Autumn Festival night, it means that she will meet a Mr Right in the future. A woman who has not given birth after marriage stole a melon from someone else's garden and took it home on Mid-Autumn Festival night. It is said that this will give birth to a fat doll next year. As night fell, we came to the vegetable field in twos and threes and rushed into the melon shed. No matter who the owner is, we have no scruples, just pick the melons! "That's great!" "Well, that's great!" ..... As the saying goes, "thieves steal melons", but just this Mid-Autumn Festival night, stealing melons is not a thief. The owner of the melon bumped into it. Although it hurts, he not only didn't scold, but also forced a smile and repeatedly said, "The Moonlight Queen wants a melon, just pick it!" It is said that whoever loses more fruits and vegetables will bear more fruits and vegetables next year, which is a good sign of a bumper harvest.

I don't remember how old I was one day. My mother brought back a round cake, hard and covered with sesame seeds. It tastes great! Mom told me that this is a moon cake. I cried for food, but my mother refused, saying that I couldn't eat it until the festival. I suddenly burst into tears and cried sadly. My grandmother grabbed me and wiped my tears. While I was sobbing, my grandmother told me the story of Wu Gang cutting Guangxi. Of course, my grandmother still can't forget it. Take advantage of my mother's absence, break off a small piece of moon cake and put it in my mouth. The moon cakes I ate as a child are far from the exquisite luxury of today. At that time, the moon cake powder was thick, the skin was hard and mixed with orange peel. There is only a little sugar and peanuts when you are bitten in the middle. Later, there were multi-layered crispy cakes and Cantonese cakes with thin skins and thick fillings. I prefer to eat this kind of cake, not to mention the candied wax gourd in "Crystal", the bean-sized bacon in barbecued pork and the soft sweetness in lotus seed paste. Just saying that the layers are peeled off, crispy and trivial, and the endless crumbs left in the oil paper can also make me memorable.

Many years later, on a moonlit night, I left my hometown by burning the midnight oil and came to the south. The skyscrapers in the city are brightly lit. I haven't seen the stars and the moon for a long time. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival is still celebrated, it is mostly a box of moon cakes boxed in wooden boxes issued by our company. At the beginning of August in the lunar calendar, many merchants will decorate their stores magnificently before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and launch various gift boxes and coupons, just to promote a box of mooncakes of several hundred yuan and several thousand yuan. One year, even a famous time-honored brand took out the old moon cake stuffing from the previous year and reused it. The classical and poetic Mid-Autumn Festival has become a commercial battle for some merchants. I will still eat moon cakes, but I will never eat the wonderful taste of my childhood again.

Autumn is as cool as water, and the breeze is sultry. I miss the good times of my childhood, just as I miss the bright stars in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the rainy season, just as I miss the gorgeous rainbow after the rain in early winter and early summer. Stepping on the moonlight reflected by colorful neon lights in the street and seeing colorful moon cakes in the window of the shopping mall, I suddenly have a feeling of "what year is it tonight". I found that the moon cakes have gone bad now, and many people and things have gone bad. Only the bright moon on the horizon hasn't changed at all. It once shone on the Great Wall of the Qin Dynasty and the frontier fortress of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and it has never changed since ancient times. What has not changed is China people's expectation for the full moon. Many wanderers will go to their hometown to reunite with their loved ones in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and many office white-collar workers will look away from the Internet and cast their eyes on the bright moon outside the window.

"He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" . The destination of my soul is still the home of my parents who gave birth to me and raised me, and the village in Shan Ye, which is too familiar. It is a deep concern, mellow affection and warm harbor. After years of rings, I understand that the moon is as unpredictable as life. Yesterday, the moonlight was hazy and turbid, and tonight it is clear and clear. Tonight, the full moon is like a silver plate, and his jathyapple is bent like a broken hook. Understand that life is like a month, perfection and imperfection alternate, and how much confusion in the past flows like water during the full moon and the lack of the moon. You don't have to worry about the present situation, you don't have to be vigorous, but you can always flow, plain and true, quiet and far-reaching

The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival made me really realize: cherish time, cherish life and cherish possession. In the years to come, I will always have my own moon in my heart.

7. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night again

Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival was Saturday.

Get up in the morning, wash the clothes accumulated for a long time in the warm sunshine, and then go to the company to cut pieces. There is no one in the holiday company, only the cartoons on the monitor accompany me.

Near evening, call it a day and go to my parents' house. On the way, I brought dozens of carefully selected DVDs to a girlfriend who was pregnant with a new life, reminding the young couple to pay attention to prenatal education.

The whole family gathered around their parents one after another, without WC. One year, I asked him to come back to my parents' house with me only during the Spring Festival, and he was free on weekdays.

I brought home a car full of food, gave my mother a red coat, and specially gave Xiao Hu a red envelope to thank her for taking care of our parents on weekdays.

It's almost 10 o'clock. Run to the yard to see the moon.

The moon shines on the pomegranate tree carefully raised by my mother, and there are big and heavy pomegranates hanging on the branches, which I can't reach.

The little nephew clamored to climb the ladder to pick it up. His sister, brother-in-law, brother and sister-in-law scrambled to take care of it under the tree, and his mother was urging him.

My father, who was unable to move, looked at us in the yard through the window with a tired smile on his face.

The moon is round and bright, and all people and things are warmly contained by its clear blue light, which is refreshing and relaxing.

At such a reunion moment, it is easy to feel sad because of one's non-reunion, so that one can't think and dare to look at the moon more.

Go home and bring back a big pomegranate for WC who is working hard, and the other one for the little girl next door.

Little lovely Mao hasn't slept yet, pouting his big face and concentrating on building blocks. At this time, no one can distract her. At my strong request, she gave me a big hug, said good night in a hurry and rushed over to play with her building blocks.

Never go out to see the moon with WC again.

Without a good girl, every family reunion festival is tantamount to a torture and test for us. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a full moon, but our broken hearts will never be complete.

As usual, WC chatted me to sleep, and then went upstairs to work until 8 o'clock the next morning.

I went to see my mother the day before yesterday. When I went out, I saw huge pomegranate trees growing in the yard, knowing that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming. I used to look into the window, but I didn't see my father's farewell eyes through the window. My heart ached and tears welled up.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is full, is the first time without my father's company, but I don't know how my mother will spend the cooking days.

Mom, let's watch the bright moon in the sky together, without feeling, thinking or crying, OK? !