Missing thoughts

Missing thoughts

The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, looking at the moon in the sky and the moon in the water, it is not good to distinguish, because they are all the same bright and flawless, the same purity. And the moon in my heart will never be so beautiful in the future.

"People have joys and sorrows, and there is a lack of glory in the moon." "There is no banquet under the sun." This year's Mid-Autumn Festival has become my most sad Mid-Autumn Festival, because this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is the first Mid-Autumn Festival after my great-grandmother's death and the first Mid-Autumn Festival without my great-grandmother.

Looking at the moon in the water, I fell into meditation. The previous Mid-Autumn Festival was a family of seven, and I made a good meal at my grandmother's house. Laugh together. Every time my great-grandmother puts my favorite dish in my bowl and smiles at me. I will also put a few dishes in the bowl of my great-grandmother, but no matter how good it is, she will smile and nod to me. Every time I eat moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival, she will first take a delicious meal. I will also give half of my great-grandmother. Every time I feel that the mooncakes are getting sweeter and sweeter, the more they chew. Now, those dishes have become so boring, and the mooncakes that are the best in my heart are getting bitter. I always think that this is the great-grandmother who is giving me food, and this has become my wipe. Do not miss. The great-grandmother’s voice and smile also became a thought that I could not erase.

Looking at the moon in the water, I remembered that every time my great-grandmother told me every night, I told you a lot of stories. My great-grandmother came to the river every morning to wait for me. Every time I will be late, but every time my grandmother would not blame me, listening to the story of my great-grandmother, I sometimes feel happy, sometimes sad, sometimes angry. Sometimes I also listen to the story sleeping on my great-grandmother's knees. That is, watching the two moons are so beautiful, I hope that time will stop at that moment. Since then, my great-grandmother has become my best friend. The scene of my great-grandmother’s storytelling also left a deep impression on my heart. Now, I am alone watching the two moons; only I am sitting alone on this cold stool; only I am here to recall my great-grandmother. I wonder if my grandmother would think about me? Will the great-grandmother see the moon?

The great-grandmother became a thought that I could never wipe out; and the Mid-Autumn Festival became a festival that I could never forget, and these two moons became the sustenance that I will always miss my great-grandmother.

Second day: Tian Jiaqi