Cucumber rack down to enjoy the moon

"Full moon fly mirror, return to the heart of the big knife." It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, of course, like Li Bai, "toasted to invite the moon." Which side of the moon is the largest and the most round? I think: Dew from the white tonight, the month is the hometown of Ming, or to the grandmother's house to look up at the moon!

On the evening of August 15th, the moon came as soon as possible. First, there was a faint shadow, which gradually became brighter. When it became a fluorescent white jade plate, I knew that the Mid-Autumn Festival was officially started.

Where do you look at the moon? Grandma pointed to the cucumber rack in the yard and said, "Sit here and watch the moon, feel the wind blowing through the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and you can hear the sound of the jade rabbit." Really? I can't wait to move a stool, sit quietly, look up at the moon.

But the moon doesn't seem to care about me, hiding in the dark clouds for a while; hanging on the treetops for a while; falling to the top of the mountain in a moment. How can I invite the moon to be a guest? I took the opportunity to stand up and run forward. It’s fun, I move, the moon follows; I stop, the moon keeps still. Haha, the Mid-Autumn Festival will accompany me for the holidays!

After playing enough, I went back to the cucumber rack and listened to it: the breeze blew through the flowers and grasses; the small insects were singing happily; unfortunately, why didn’t you hear the sound of screaming? I really couldn't help but pointed to the moon and said loudly, "Hey, come out and dance." Grandma met, and quickly walked over and said: "You can't refer to the moon, or you will be cut off your ears." I listened quickly and retracted. Fingers, strangely asked: "Now the moon is not a sickle shape?" Grandma said seriously: "I don't like the children who are pointing fingers."

Seeing me looking at the moon, my grandmother walked over and said, "Let's enjoy the moon together." I leaned on my grandmother's arms, looked at the moon, and listened to my grandmother from "Wu Gang's osmanthus tree", "嫦娥奔月" The story of Gui... Unconsciously, I entered a sweet dream in my grandmother's warm arms.

What an unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival night, I ate sweet moon cakes, heard the moving stories, and felt the deep affection!

The fifth grade of the first center of Fengze District, Fengze District, Quanzhou, Fujian: Ke Zhehong