Miss The Moon

Autumn is like water, moon to heart.

As the Mid Autumn Festival approaches, my heart is like a bright moon.

The moon is clear and deep.

The autumn wind is falling, and the leaves are floating.

The shadows are silvery and the silver is paved.

The river is winding and winding his hometown.

The moon invited me to visit my hometown.

The small courtyard people gather happily, the bright moon takes the picture.

Mother chant to the moon and pray for peace.

Only a stranger, I can see the tears filling.

If you want to complain, you will wake me up.

The moon laughs in Zhongtian. It was Nanke dream.

Being a stranger in a strange land is a good time to think twice.

All the plants and grass in my hometown will always appear in my dreams and engraved on my memory.

Every mid autumn night, the moonlight is as light as fog.

Enveloping the earth, the old house was shrouded in silver and more plain and beautiful.

The courtyard is quiet and elegant, with silver dots and elegant hazy lights.

The mother took the homemade moon cake on the plate, and filled the red jujube and apple persimmon on the table.

Impatient grandchildren do not stop using their hands.

My mother proudly gave me a piece of moon cake made by herself, so that I could taste it.

I bit lightly and found that the stuffing was peanut kernel, walnut kernel, sugar was very sweet, but it was delicious.

The moon cake is so big that I even ate one.

The mother was very happy and gave it to me again.

Also smiling Ying Ying said: "back to Xinjiang, you can not eat this kind of moon cake."

The father spoke up on one side: "people go back to the fields to be advanced. Who cares for you?"

Mother said, "go and go!

You know something. "

I told you the truth. I didn't eat it in our place.

I said to my father, it is really delicious.

Father did not speak with a smile.

Listen to what the children say.

The mother pointed to her father.

I knew my mother believed me, because I felt that there was a mother's deep love in the moon cake.

A few years passed.

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The old mother, however, never lost heart in a single disappointment.

Still painstaking efforts to do the daughter likes to eat moon cakes.

That piece of moon cake is actually a mother's love.

The great and selfless motherly love has taken care of me to go bravely in a foreign land to achieve my personal goals.

Now, the Mid Autumn Festival is coming, and the moon is in the sky.

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Oh!

The moon is lost in thousands of miles.