Unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th. A day when everyone is filled with joy but makes me unforgettable.

Early in the morning, the sound of firecrackers bursting into the sky and burst into the sky. Everyone squinted at the morning market in the crowded people, eager to reunite with their families, each with a bright smile on their faces. Cars that have been flowing in the past are gradually becoming scarce.

Around 8 o'clock in the morning, my mom and dad drove in the car to the grandmother's house. I looked at the scenery outside the car window and suddenly I was shocked. A burst of autumn wind blew, in front of my eyes, a tree is not as pretentious as usual, but surrounded by groups of three, as if in the Mid-Autumn Festival. A group of flying geese on Yunling also gathered together, screaming, as if to say: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming! Mid-Autumn Festival is coming!"

The time passed quickly and arrived at noon. After dinner, the meal was opened, and Grandma and Dad kept sipping. Everyone started to eat at a round table, and a plate of moon cakes was placed in front of me. This moon cake is really varied, fruity, five-flavored, bean-flavored, sesame-flavored. Saliva. I picked up a moon cake and ate it up, but my grandmother told us the source of the moon cake. We listened carefully and burst into laughter from time to time. The laughter and laughter are floating in the farmhouse.

At night, a gentle moonlight sprinkled through the window on the window sill, and I remembered to appreciate the moon. So I climbed up from the donkey and ran out to start the moon. Dad put the fruit on the table in the yard. The moon of the fifteenth is really round. A beautiful moon, I was amazed by the sitting on the chair. The moonlight is getting thicker, the moonlight is still sprinkling, she is so bright and beautiful. I am not attracted by her attraction. Looking up through the moonlight, I seem to see the scenery in the middle of the month. A delicate jade rabbit next to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the bleak Guanghan Palace is pondering. . . . . . . .

More than eight o'clock fireworks began, and one fireworks burst open in the sky, breaking this quiet night. Adding a bit of color to the moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival on TV began. I reluctantly bid farewell to Mingyue and went back to the house to see the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Sixth grade: Liu Zheyu