Moon Festival Mid Autumn Festival Reunion

The Mid Autumn Festival is sad and bright.

When the festival is near, the yearning is thick and the heart is like an arrow.

Every time we celebrate a festival, we think twice.

Once upon a time, the Mid Autumn Festival, with her unique charm, gave people many wonderful thoughts.

Near the Mid Autumn Festival, people first thought of that round moon.

Look at the round moon, it seems to be full of joyful reunion of family members.

Such as a drum full of poetic sail, roaming in the vast, blue mid autumn night sky.

People of ancient and modern times have been accustomed to full of thoughts and blessings, sending them to the hometown of the Mid Autumn Festival or having their own distance.

Talk to each other in a distant space and time.

On this day, people look at the round moon.

So, people always have a special liking for the moon.

As the saying goes, "afraid of mid autumn month, half afraid."

By the middle of the month or the Mid Autumn Festival, there is not much left in the month or year.

Every year

When we were young, every festival was fresh for us.

The unique atmosphere of the festival makes it easy for people to catch a comfortable feeling, which is a kind of warmth and happiness.

Just like the Mid Autumn Festival, besides the bright moonlight, sweet moon cakes and glutinous rice balls, the most intoxicating family is sitting around and talking and laughing.

I remember the mid autumn festival that year, catching up with continuous rainy weather.

My brother and I went to middle school. It happened to be Saturday.

The last part of the morning was absent, and the teacher took a vacation to let us go back to the Mid Autumn Festival.

Like all our classmates, we rushed through the drizzle, the clothes were wet, but our hearts were full of festival cheer.

Walking on the field trail not far from home, I found the heavy Rice Panicles standing in the field but sprout long sprouts, white as white bearded old men.

Because of the rain, many ripe rice lodged in mud and grew into green seedlings.

Seeing this, my happy heart sank and ran to the Java state with joy.

When I got home, I had already passed the lunch hour, and the hunger of the roller could not restrain the desire for a delicious meal.

The mood also descended to the freezing point.

The younger brother made a small stool on the buttocks and looked like a deflated ball.

As I turned around, I saw a pile of old cowpeas behind the door.

O ()) O, alas, I have to start sorting out and preparing for cooking.

Although I was already prepared for what I saw on the road, I was somewhat disappointed.

In a moment, parents wearing raincoats and wearing a bamboo hat came back.

The father was carrying a spade and his mother in a bag of cotton bolls that had not been exposed.

Their faces were also as gloomy as the sky, as if they forgot that today is the Mid Autumn Festival.

In the evening, the mother still cooked the stuffing.

That mid autumn festival, although there is no vision of harvest, no round moon, but there are family reunion laughter, my heart has a round dream, there is still moonlight in the dream.

In those days, the mid autumn festival always gave the festival a different flavor.

Hard working parents are still busy in the field.

I led some sleepy younger brothers and sisters to walk on the ridge facing my parents.

The round moon shone on our heads like a drunken wine.

A stumbling, I almost fell and scared away the drowsiness. I took the lead in singing the nursery rhymes: the moon walked, I also went, I helped the moon basket, Baba, picked cotton, cotton shell, hit the water chestnut, the water chestnut bend, curved heaven...

The mischievous little sister then changed the words: "Baba Baba", picking cotton, cotton shells, and pricking my feet. Ouch!

On the smooth threshing floor, the father was driving the old cow in the field.

Under the round moon, the round stone rolled along the round circle of the old ox, and rolled over and round again and again on a large, round, thick, uniform rice handle.

His father walked in the middle and shook the oxen rope from time to time.

He picked up a handful of rice ears and groped for it. The squinted eyes seemed to be intoxicated in a round dream.

In front of the open space, we sat around with our mother. There was a round bump on the bench in the middle. We laughed and broke cotton.

In a moment, the mother brought us a few pieces of mooncakes that she had not eaten, and gave us a few petals. We had eaten them all, only the parents didn't care to eat them.

I know that my mother can't bear to eat anything, and she says, "I heard that eating moon cakes is about reunion, so it can't be eaten separately."

The mother smiled. "You must be together if you are one person."

Mother's words have been fresh in my memory for many years.

In a parent's heart, one's happiness is not real happiness, but the satisfaction of everyone is the fulfillment of their hearts.

It is their greatest gratification that their children can get together and enjoy the heaven.

Several years later, as their children, we have left their parents and have their own lives.

With our own children and parents, we feel even more valuable about our children's happiness.

Mid Autumn Festival is also a wonderful form that can be remembered and entrusted with countless good wishes.

As a matter of fact, the moon is not clear.

The moon is round and round every month.

Her circle is incomplete and will never be changed by human grief or joy.

But from a certain plot of people, the mid autumn moon is given more artificial feelings by wishful thinking.

The mid autumn night is also a brightly lit post on the long road of missing.

How many tired thoughts are creeping out of the sleeping window tonight, lit up in the moonlight like water, and the wound is red and resuscitation.

In the Mid Autumn Festival of that year, under the moonlight, I could never see the smiling face of my little daughter.

My heart was brutally broken a gap, blood flow across, and the moon is still round, hung round head.

In other people's eyes, she is perfect and beautiful, but in my opinion, she is so indifferent, like a dry eye with tears, so anxious, heart stabbed and hurt.

Memories were turned into a mess, and the troubled times were unbearable.

In her innocence years, there are few of her mid autumn festival.

I searched hard to find the Mid Autumn Festival, leaving behind stories about her.

When I start doing things, I will forget my food and sleep. I never even told her a myth about the Mid Autumn Festival in the moonlight.

If it can be, she is now the age of cardamom, and many of the stories about the Mid Autumn Festival, she should know about missing.

The moon sends thousands of miles of Acacia, but where can I send this yearning?

Because that's where moonlight can't go!

S's light "people have joys and sorrows, this ancient difficult whole", covers the number of torn heartache, and how many helpless feelings.

The circle is round and the moon is round.

If the heart is short, even if the moon rises high, it is only a moonlight.

The vicissitudes of things are changing.

The traditional filial piety of parents is not far away.

Good girls are everywhere.

For academic purposes and career, children will have their own sky one day.

In order to live, couples have to live apart from each other.

For different ideals, friends will go their separate ways.

But wherever we go, as long as the moon is shining, we will be able to know each other well.

The ends of the earth do not need to get along with each other. There is a place where the moon shines.

Just like "I hope people will last forever", we must have "a thousand li to be juicy".

On the night of the full moon and Mid Autumn Festival, may all the people in the world have a bright moon and a long reunion.