Autumn, gentle season, leaves accidentally fell down; In August, the thick moon, there is a happy atmosphere in the fragrance of osmanthus. Mid-Autumn Festival in August, dotted with the whole long and lifeless autumn, makes autumn more attractive. Make a pot of good tea under the osmanthus tree and chat with friends and relatives in a happy atmosphere. This is the most beautiful time of Mid-Autumn Festival in August in my hometown.

Mid-Autumn Festival is always around National Day. This coke is not good for us children, because school is usually on Saturday and Sunday, and then we can have a long vacation, so that we can enjoy ourselves. Adults are also very happy because they can have a good reunion with their families. So the atmosphere is harmonious before you know it. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, people began to get busy, buying clothes for their children, preparing to worship their ancestors, buying moon cakes and firecrackers to enjoy the moon, and so on. In my hometown, people don't buy hardcover moon cakes. They usually buy moon cakes made by their villagers in some bakeries nearby. They are not beautifully decorated, but they are affordable. 2 yuan each, with eggs in it. But although it is very cheap, it is already a luxury in the poor land of my hometown. I liked this kind of moon cake best when I was a child. The temptation of golden yellow often makes me beg my mother to cut it for me. As a result, I lost my voice the next day and couldn't eat any more. But I often can't help stealing food, or screaming in pain to deceive my parents that my voice is gone. Later, in a conversation, I learned that my mother knew that my throat still hurt, but she gave it to me anyway. Now that I think about it, I feel very funny. When eating, I often quarrel with my sister because of the size of eggs. In the end, I will usually be beaten by my parents and break up in discord. You don't need a knife and fork when eating moon cakes, and you don't swallow and chew them slowly like a gentleman. This way of eating will be regarded as an alternative in the village-this boy is gentle with me! At ordinary times, we all gobble up, no matter what manners he has, we will eat, and if we eat too much, we will enjoy the scenery. Finally I swallowed it and put my hand over my throat to scare me. At this time, my mother will bring me tea to quench my thirst slowly, patting my back and saying, what's the hurry? Are you poor at home? Now that I think about it, I probably longed for moon cakes at that time! After all, it is rare in ordinary life. Now that I have moved into the city, I feel sorry for my hometown. When I look back at my hometown, I find that everyone is influenced by the civilization of the times, so I won't blame myself.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the excitement accumulated in my hometown a few days ago broke out. In the early morning, the children ran around the street in new clothes and didn't eat much breakfast. Because I have to worship my ancestors at noon, I have a big meal with my stomach. In fact, it is not a big meal for us now, but it is different for those children. Parents don't care about you on this day. You just play, and when you are tired, you can find something to eat. This is good, but it's not so good at ordinary times. After the ancestor worship, remove the "ancestor stove" and then start eating the sacrificial food, which means that the ancestors will eat it and the family will eat it again to show respect for the ancestors. After dinner, while the adults are still cleaning up, the children have fallen asleep in bed, because they have to stay up late at night to enjoy the moon, which shows that it is very important to enjoy the moon in the hearts of children. When adults are cleaning up, they will prepare to enjoy the moon in Yue Bai at night, and finally they will sleep with the children and wait for a wonderful night. At about 7: 30 in the evening, people set up their own tables in the street, and then put moon cakes and some food on the tables to start Yue Bai. The whole street is very lively, and adults and children are very happy. At this time, we will go to other places in the village or set off firecrackers. Our village is very big, with more than ten thousand people. Several of our partners will take this opportunity to visit the village and set off firecrackers at will. On the way, someone threw firecrackers at us as a prank, so we threw them back. But this is rare. We usually go to a mound behind the village and watch young men and women set off firecrackers while hugging each other. Bang, the woman got a fright, jumped on the boy, snuggled up shyly, and then turned around and whispered, smelly boy! We will laugh secretly. But we can't be matchmakers all the time. Sometimes we scare people when they are hugged and chased, but it's still fun. I saw someone else's moon cakes on the table outside when I was shopping. I think they are delicious, and I can't help pointing. At this time, the sisters in the same village told us not to make a fool of ourselves. I think we must be laughed at by others. When I came back from shopping, I just finished worshipping and began to eat like crazy, such as fruit, moon cakes and drinks. Nobody blames us anyway. In the yard, adults took out tea sets, began to make congou, put moon cakes on the table, and enjoyed them with the children. The children are eating moon cakes in the yard, running and playing happily. When they are tired, they drink tea and eat moon cakes. The adults talked about everything and talked about home, and the atmosphere was very good. It's getting late. Some children have fallen asleep in their mother's arms, and they are lucky enough to eat delicious noodles before they sleep. ...

Finally, it gradually quieted down in the extinction of the old lights, and the countryside was decorated with Mid-Autumn Festival. ...

2. Mid-Autumn Festival love geometry

Accustomed to the cold wind, do not feel cold; If you are injured by a dagger, you will not be heartbroken; The moon is not round if you look at it too much.

I don't know who tore open the wound in the starry sky; I don't know who killed my freedom and shy gentleness; I don't know who bit the moon and crushed the hourglass; I don't know who left the moon cakes and took them away.

I. Broken bridges and pedestrians

It's late at night, it's already late autumn. I wanted to find a warm touch, but I couldn't help feeling the coolness of autumn. Maybe I'm the only one who is cold.

A person is walking on a broken bridge. The bridge is made of solid stone, but it's so cold. There are dozens of stone lions carved on the railing, each with a different shape. Some glared at the front and stared at the endless sky indifferently, as if to tear this hypocritical darkness; Some looked haggard and licked the wounds in their hearts silently, but the gloomy clouds in their hearts have not dispersed; Some eyes are vacant and scattered, and the lion's hair is messy, as if a trace of vicissitudes passed in tears. The deep wrinkles on the old face can't be replaced by lion hair, and the thick scars on the thin body can't be covered by time.

People come and go on the bridge, including close lovers, family members who talk about everything, and friends who talk and laugh. All kinds of people pass by, feeling some kind of interwoven warmth and enjoying a person's boredom.

Second, Jiang 'an Jiang Shui

There are lonely things like me on both sides of the broken bridge. Several weeping willows languidly hang down a few slender branches, some of which fall into the water, breaking the calm of the water surface, rippling slightly, spreading in circles, spreading more and more, spreading more and more, spreading more and more, and getting lighter and lighter until the original calm is restored, and then, it is more even and quieter than before. The leaves on the weeping willow branches have basically fallen off, leaving a bare emptiness. The candle shadow on the shore is red, and there is a hazy pain through the faint yellow halo. There are also men and women singing. Their voices are dry, and the guitar sounds are always out of tune, but the decibel is very high. When they came from the river, their voices became muddy, but they could still hear the sadness and melancholy.

The river has been flowing for more than a hundred years, and it is still singing intermittently, singing the loss of years, singing the disappearance of youth, waiting for the unknown future. Autumn wind, I subconsciously wrapped myself in thin clothes. I didn't expect it to be so cold at night when I went out. The autumn wind blows the river slowly, and several ripples appear on the river. I don't know whether the river is really wrinkled or shivering with cold. I have no intention of guessing.

Is it so lonely every Mid-Autumn Festival, by the river and by the river? Do they spend every Mid-Autumn Festival in the laughter of others? Do they hold back their tears and smile every Mid-Autumn Festival? Are they lost every Mid-Autumn Festival like me?

Third, osmanthus and maple leaves.

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus came to my face, which eased the pain in my heart a little. The faint and fresh taste, like an elf, skillfully got into my body, blended into my body and washed my mind. Then approach the osmanthus tree and savor its petite and pure. The wind blew off its flowers, and chunks of it scattered under the tree, accumulating a thick layer, like winter snow, which fell lightly and fell to the ground, fragile enough to be broken at the touch, but it made people love it more. Although its body lost the meaning of life, its soul gained eternal life, because before it rotted, it was still pouring out the last fragrance for people. Even if it disappears in the world forever, its fragrance will remain in the world forever.

At this time, a yellow maple leaf floated from a distance and landed in my palm, like a yellow butterfly, awakening my sweet-scented osmanthus dream. Maple leaves spread its five palms naked in my palm, slightly tired, as if floating tired, looking for a place to rest. However, the wind started again, and the maple leaves resolutely, without any attachment. The osmanthus flowers on the ground floated away with the wind and never looked back.

The wind stopped, my hands were empty, even the traces of maple leaves were not left, and my heart was empty, as if it had never been enriched. There are only a few osmanthus plants around, but as soon as the wind recovers, they will leave, walk very clean and have been to their Mid-Autumn Festival. Leave me alone, lonely me, with the lonely tree.

Fourth, moon cakes and the moon.

Looks like I should go, too.

Walking in a noisy street, I remembered that I had never even eaten moon cakes, so I bought one in a small shop on the street. I wanted to go to the supermarket to buy it, but I didn't want to feel the warmth. The supermarket is warm. I can't use other people's happiness to comfort myself, perfunctory myself and hurt myself. The price of moon cakes in small shops is also crazy. A lotus seed cake costs six yuan each, which is used to deceive people. I felt that there were only three one-dollar coins left in my trouser pocket, so I tried to reach into my pocket. After a long time, I only took out six dimes. I feel embarrassed, but I can't treat myself badly. So I had the cheek to bargain with the boss's wife, and she reluctantly agreed, muttering, "Alas! I'm just pretending to be grateful. I'm saying to myself, who doesn't know how stingy you are at ordinary times You make money at a loss, no one believes you!

I bought moon cakes, but they were quite bumpy. However, with this episode, my mood seems to be much smoother, so I will enjoy the moon with moon cakes.

It stands to reason that the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival should be the roundest, largest and brightest in a year, and people watching the moon beside it also say so, but I don't think, for some reason, I always feel that there is a gap in the moon, which seems to be eaten by insects, and I even wonder if this is the day when dogs eat the moon.

The moon hangs high in the deep blue sky, surrounded by black clouds, and the moon shuttles between the thin veils, and its light flashes in front of us. Are you avoiding something? Or are you pretending something? Or are you hiding your tears and loneliness like me?

The moon in the sky is like a moon cake in my hand. I took a hard bite and felt terrible. This is a salty taste. Suddenly I felt a cold liquid sliding across my face and falling into the moon cake like a pearl. I don't know if it is the taste of tears or the original taste.

Perhaps, the moon also has this taste, because there are no stars in the sky except gloomy clouds, and it is as lonely as me. Maybe my guess is wrong. I just didn't see the stars. Maybe they are hiding behind the moon! But I will always be alone, and there can't be anyone behind me, because I will turn my head several times every few steps, hoping for a miracle, but a miracle is a miracle after all, and there will always be a strange face or figure behind me.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) Mid-Autumn Loneliness

I almost forgot that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Maybe I'm just not used to loneliness. I called my father. The phone rang for a long time, and finally someone answered it. "Hello" "It's you. I'm not available. There are some guests here, nothing more. " From beginning to end, I only said "hello", but my father didn't even bother to say goodbye. My heart is like a bottomless pit. I called my mother again. My mother is on duty in the hospital tonight. There was a sweet voice on the other end of the phone, and I couldn't wait to say, "hello, mom, it's me." I miss you very much. " However, it wasn't mom's voice on the other end of the phone. "Sorry, the number you dialed is power off. Please redial later. " It turned out that I was excited about a machine for a long time. Then, the other end of the phone is the sound of "beep-beep-",which is so empty.

With the coolness of autumn, I walked home alone, only the products and shadows and lights reflected by me on the road.

Sixth, parting and meeting.

When I got home, I suddenly found that the light in the room was on. My first reaction was that there were thieves, but there were obviously mom and dad's shoes at the door, and I almost suffocated. What's going on here? Then, I clearly saw a tall and burly figure and a petite and weak figure coming out of the room. It's mom and dad! ! !

"How did you ..." "Oh, we wanted to give you a surprise. Where have you been? The dishes cooked by my mother are cold. "

Looking at the scene in front of me, I don't know if it's because of excessive emotions or because an almost empty heart can't bear too many surprises at the moment. My nose is sour, and my tears really can't be concealed and suppressed like a pouring flood.

Respondent: Xue Fei Cool Baby-Assistant Level 2 10-6 14: 14.

Accustomed to the cold wind, do not feel cold; If you are injured by a dagger, you will not be heartbroken; The moon is not round if you look at it too much.

I don't know who tore open the wound in the starry sky; I don't know who killed my freedom and shy gentleness; I don't know who bit the moon and crushed the hourglass; I don't know who left the moon cakes and took them away.

I. Broken bridges and pedestrians

It's late at night, it's already late autumn. I wanted to find a warm touch, but I couldn't help feeling the coolness of autumn. Maybe I'm the only one who is cold.

A person is walking on a broken bridge. The bridge is made of solid stone, but it's so cold. There are dozens of stone lions carved on the railing, each with a different shape. Some glared at the front and stared at the endless sky indifferently, as if to tear this hypocritical darkness; Some looked haggard and licked the wounds in their hearts silently, but the gloomy clouds in their hearts have not dispersed; Some eyes are vacant and scattered, and the lion's hair is messy, as if a trace of vicissitudes passed in tears. The deep wrinkles on the old face can't be replaced by lion hair, and the thick scars on the thin body can't be covered by time.

People come and go on the bridge, including close lovers, family members who talk about everything, and friends who talk and laugh. All kinds of people pass by, feeling some kind of interwoven warmth and enjoying a person's boredom.

Second, Jiang 'an Jiang Shui

There are lonely things like me on both sides of the broken bridge. Several weeping willows languidly hang down a few slender branches, some of which fall into the water, breaking the calm of the water surface, rippling slightly, spreading in circles, spreading more and more, spreading more and more, spreading more and more, and getting lighter and lighter until the original calm is restored, and then, it is more even and quieter than before. The leaves on the weeping willow branches have basically fallen off, leaving a bare emptiness. The candle shadow on the shore is red, and there is a hazy pain through the faint yellow halo. There are also men and women singing. Their voices are dry, and the guitar sounds are always out of tune, but the decibel is very high. When they came from the river, their voices became muddy, but they could still hear the sadness and melancholy.

The river has been flowing for more than a hundred years, and it is still singing intermittently, singing the loss of years, singing the disappearance of youth, waiting for the unknown future. Autumn wind, I subconsciously wrapped myself in thin clothes. I didn't expect it to be so cold at night when I went out. The autumn wind blows the river slowly, and several ripples appear on the river. I don't know whether the river is really wrinkled or shivering with cold. I have no intention of guessing.

Is it so lonely every Mid-Autumn Festival, by the river and by the river? Do they spend every Mid-Autumn Festival in the laughter of others? Do they hold back their tears and smile every Mid-Autumn Festival? Are they lost every Mid-Autumn Festival like me?

Third, osmanthus and maple leaves.

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus came to my face, which eased the pain in my heart a little. The faint and fresh taste, like an elf, skillfully got into my body, blended into my body and washed my mind. Then approach the osmanthus tree and savor its petite and pure. The wind blew off its flowers, and chunks of it scattered under the tree, accumulating a thick layer, like winter snow, which fell lightly and fell to the ground, fragile enough to be broken at the touch, but it made people love it more. Although its body lost the meaning of life, its soul gained eternal life, because before it rotted, it was still pouring out the last fragrance for people. Even if it disappears in the world forever, its fragrance will remain in the world forever.

At this time, a yellow maple leaf floated from a distance and landed in my palm, like a yellow butterfly, awakening my sweet-scented osmanthus dream. Maple leaves spread its five palms naked in my palm, slightly tired, as if floating tired, looking for a place to rest. However, the wind started again, and the maple leaves resolutely, without any attachment. The osmanthus flowers on the ground floated away with the wind and never looked back.

The wind stopped, my hands were empty, even the traces of maple leaves were not left, and my heart was empty, as if it had never been enriched. There are only a few osmanthus plants around, but as soon as the wind recovers, they will leave, walk very clean and have been to their Mid-Autumn Festival. Leave me alone, lonely me, with the lonely tree.

Fourth, moon cakes and the moon.

Looks like I should go, too.

Walking in a noisy street, I remembered that I had never even eaten moon cakes, so I bought one in a small shop on the street. I wanted to go to the supermarket to buy it, but I didn't want to feel the warmth. The supermarket is warm. I can't use other people's happiness to comfort myself, perfunctory myself and hurt myself. The price of moon cakes in small shops is also crazy. A lotus seed cake costs six yuan each, which is used to deceive people. I felt that there were only three one-dollar coins left in my trouser pocket, so I tried to reach into my pocket. After a long time, I only took out six dimes. I feel embarrassed, but I can't treat myself badly. So I had the cheek to bargain with the boss's wife, and she reluctantly agreed, muttering, "Alas! I'm just pretending to be grateful. I'm saying to myself, who doesn't know how stingy you are at ordinary times You make money at a loss, no one believes you!

I bought moon cakes, but they were quite bumpy. However, with this episode, my mood seems to be much smoother, so I will enjoy the moon with moon cakes.

It stands to reason that the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival should be the roundest, largest and brightest in a year, and people watching the moon beside it also say so, but I don't think, for some reason, I always feel that there is a gap in the moon, which seems to be eaten by insects, and I even wonder if this is the day when dogs eat the moon.

The moon hangs high in the deep blue sky, surrounded by black clouds, and the moon shuttles between the thin veils, and its light flashes in front of us. Are you avoiding something? Or are you pretending something? Or are you hiding your tears and loneliness like me?

The moon in the sky is like a moon cake in my hand. I took a hard bite and felt terrible. This is a salty taste. Suddenly I felt a cold liquid sliding across my face and falling into the moon cake like a pearl. I don't know if it is the taste of tears or the original taste.

Perhaps, the moon also has this taste, because there are no stars in the sky except gloomy clouds, and it is as lonely as me. Maybe my guess is wrong. I just didn't see the stars. Maybe they are hiding behind the moon! But I will always be alone, and there can't be anyone behind me, because I will turn my head several times every few steps, hoping for a miracle, but a miracle is a miracle after all, and there will always be a strange face or figure behind me.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) Mid-Autumn Loneliness

I almost forgot that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Maybe I'm just not used to loneliness. I called my father. The phone rang for a long time, and finally someone answered it. "Hello" "It's you. I'm not available. There are some guests here, nothing more. " From beginning to end, I only said "hello", but my father didn't even bother to say goodbye. My heart is like a bottomless pit. I called my mother again. My mother is on duty in the hospital tonight. There was a sweet voice on the other end of the phone, and I couldn't wait to say, "hello, mom, it's me." I miss you very much. " However, it wasn't mom's voice on the other end of the phone. "Sorry, the number you dialed is power off. Please redial later. " It turned out that I was excited about a machine for a long time. Then, the other end of the phone is the sound of "beep-beep-",which is so empty.

With the coolness of autumn, I walked home alone, only the products and shadows and lights reflected by me on the road.

Sixth, parting and meeting.

When I got home, I suddenly found that the light in the room was on. My first reaction was that there were thieves, but there were obviously mom and dad's shoes at the door, and I almost suffocated. What's going on here? Then, I clearly saw a tall and burly figure and a petite and weak figure coming out of the room. It's mom and dad! ! !

"How did you ..." "Oh, we wanted to give you a surprise. Where have you been? The dishes cooked by my mother are cold. "

Looking at the scene in front of me, I don't know if it's because of excessive emotions or because an almost empty heart can't bear too many surprises at the moment. My nose is sour, and my tears really can't be concealed and suppressed like a pouring flood.