"He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! ."

This is Du Fu's nostalgic memory. His poems are full of bleak autumn and the author's loneliness.

When I was a child, the countryside in the 1980s was still very poor. At that time, there was no electricity in our hometown. Of course, moon cakes are luxury goods.

When I was a child, it was not the moon cake that linked my memory with the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the moon.

When I was a child, I would go to visit relatives with my grandmother on Mid-Autumn Festival.

Grandma has a big fish pond, which is a paradise for our children who like to play with water.

There are lotus flowers, lotus flowers, fish and shrimp, and the moon in the fish pond. ...

During the day, our children help our family pick lotus flowers, which can be eaten raw or dried in the sun and ground into powder to make lotus porridge.

Speaking of lotus seed porridge, many friends may not have eaten it, and clearing away heat and toxic materials is very effective.

The most rare thing is that relatives have a small boat and a small wooden boat with two pointed ends. Rowing a boat, facing the cool breeze in August, walking through a green world of lotus flowers is a beautiful landscape painting in itself.

On the boat, when we are tired of picking lotus leaves, we play with water. We splashed water on the lotus leaf and watched the pearl-like water drops flow upstream along the lotus leaf, converge into different shapes and then fall with the wind. It's really interesting.

At night, adults don't let us row, so we play with the moon.

It's called Play Moon, which is what our friends call it. There is not only the moon in the sky, but also the moon in the water.

The moon in the pond looks bigger and rounder than the sky. Besides, I wonder if it's the wind. The moon in the water will move. When the moon moves, we will run after it. We call it "chasing the moon".

Not only chasing the moon, but also playing with it.

We pulled the moon away from it with a stick, and it became two and a half months. With the shaking of the water waves, I danced in the water for two and a half months. After the water was calm, the moon in the water merged into one.

If we use two or more sticks, we can immediately divide the moon in the water into many lovely shapes.

If you use a stick in the position of the moon in the water and spin it quickly in one direction, the moon at this time is like a fast-running wheel, which is very fun.

Of course, besides playing with the moon, there are supper and stone carp in the evening.

Crucian carp is a wild crucian carp caught from the river, which is absolutely natural and green. In crucian carp soup, add tender lotus leaves and cook together. Outside the stone pot, you don't need a pot cover, just cover it with a few big lotus leaves.

I don't need to say more. The fish is not ripe yet, and the fragrance around it is already overflowing. Every fragrance is close to people's stomach.

The older generation called this dish "Lotus Stone Crucian Carp".

I have never eaten such delicious fish since I was a child.

Children of our time, although there is no KFC or moon cakes to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color of our childhood is not bad.

Picking lotus, chasing the moon, playing with the moon, lotus seed porridge, fragrant stone fish ..... I wonder if my friends have ever experienced it. Do you think of these interesting childhood stories every Mid-Autumn Festival like me?

(2)

Mid-Autumn Festival after primary school, the family still can't afford to eat moon cakes.

I remember that at that time, each mooncake was fifty cents, and the three mooncakes were 1.5 yuan. You can buy a catty of meat, of course, with food stamps.

Therefore, families who are not well-off will choose to eat meat in the Mid-Autumn Festival, because at that time, moon cakes were not a holiday necessity.

Of course, in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the dining table will be richer. Besides meat, I like eggs and tofu.

When I was a child, I liked to eat tofu, which had a lot to do with a girl.

At that time, there was no money to buy tofu and change soybeans. A kilo of soybeans can be exchanged for about 10 piece of tofu.

The seller of tofu is a famous tofu beauty in our village, and of course, her helper, her beautiful daughter Xiaocao.

I always pinch tofu when I go to buy it, just when there is only grass.

"Good morning, grass. Business is good. " It seems that I can only say this sentence forever.

"Business is ok, sheung shui. Are you here to eat tofu? "

"Ok, Xiaocao, here are 2 Jin of soybeans."

"Ok, here is your tofu." The grass probably weighed my soybeans, so wrap the tofu for me quickly.

I smiled at the grass and took the tofu.

When I came home, I found that every time the grass gave me more tofu, it was 1. It becomes 2 1.

My face turned red involuntarily, and the deer in my heart bumped into each other.

In the future, if I need to buy tofu at home, I will rush over. Tofu is not important anymore. You can not only see the grass there, but also talk to it.

When I found that the grass gave me more tofu, I would secretly add two more soybeans from home and put them in my bag.

"Grass, 2 Jin of soybeans." I smiled and handed the soybean to the grass.

"Sheung Shui, give you tofu." The grass didn't break, so he gave me tofu with a smile.

It's just that tofu later became 22 or 23 pieces.

Later, when my parents introduced my characteristics to others, they did not forget to add, "This child especially likes tofu."

After junior high school, I don't like tofu very much during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Because the grass moved away and went to the city.

The grass is gone, and I don't like tofu very much.

The grass is gone, and I even find that the moonlight in my hometown is too embarrassing and too cold. ...

The grass that loves to laugh, the grass with two beautiful dimples when laughing, once occupied all the ignorant imagination of my primary school, and thus disappeared into my green memory.

But many years later, whenever I go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will say that I want to eat tofu, and my family will specially fry a plate of tofu for me.

Time has passed, and there is no intersection with the grass, which has become my lifelong regret.

No wonder people say during the Mid-Autumn Festival: The moon is full of cloudy eyes, and people have joys and sorrows. ......

(3)

In the last year of junior high school, time entered the 1990s. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, moon cakes made of coarse-skinned rock candy became popular in rural areas, and food stamps began to withdraw from the historical stage.

At first, I got rid of my playful habit crazily and began to study hard.

Of course, everything happens for a reason.

The senior in the class, Barton, has good grades and loves learning.

Barton is not the kind of girl with obvious beauty, but an ordinary girl, but she is not ordinary in my heart because she is a schoolmaster in the whole grade.

But Barton doesn't like me. It's a boy from another class, a schoolmaster.

Then, a firm thought blocked a great wall of steel in my heart: I also want to be a schoolmaster!

I also hope the button likes me.

Of course, pushing your luck is shorter. Although I have made a lot of progress, I am still one step away from Xueba.

The button at that time, like the moon in front of me, gave me light and confusion.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. People say it is also a reunion festival. I decided to show my love to the buttons in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Love, Cupid, written by some students is too tacky.

I taught myself to paint for a while before. Yes, painting.

Since it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the constant theme is "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon".

I carefully drew a picture of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. At the top of the picture is a full moon with light. The beautiful fairy Chang 'e is flying and slowly heading for the full moon.

Below the picture is a green meadow, and a cow is burying its head in the grass.

Next to the cow is a handsome cowherd, his eyes are looking at the sky affectionately, and his arms are open to send a call of love to Chang 'e in the sky. ......

I put the picture in Barton's schoolbag while Barton was not in the classroom.

For the first time, I felt that the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival that year was so round and lovely, as if the whole body was shining. I even felt the button waving to me at the edge of the moon.

When I got back to school, I found Barton. I didn't smile or wave to me.

Barton's deskmate returned my masterpiece to me before the evening study.

I asked her, "What does the button say?"

"The button says, let you see the painting yourself."

I took the painting and saw several big characters written in the middle: I don't like boys who are dumber than me.

It is really inexplicable, the painting is so vivid and the rhyme is so profound. How can you refuse me and call me stupid?

It is true that running water is easy to approach, but bosom friends are hard to find.

(4)

A year later, when I went to high school, I accidentally looked up the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's allusions in my classmates' dictionaries.

That's true. It's terrible to have no culture

Of course, the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon is my first work and my official work.

However, every Mid-Autumn Festival, when I think of the beautiful legend of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, it's a bit blocked.

I'll never be a principal. I'll miss that button.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival in recent years, due to the country's reform and opening up and good policies, I ate exquisite moon cakes, such as egg yolk, pork floss, abalone, and frozen moon cakes, and so on. I don't even have to go to the supermarket, but I can easily own them by moving my finger on the mobile shopping network.

But the story of friends playing with the moon in their hometown, the delicious stone fish, the lovely smile of the grass in those years, and the painting of buttons are all drifting away with the ticking time pointer. ...

Those laughter, those stories, floated from my mind to the moonlight in my hometown.

The moon has gone, so have I, until I reach my hometown. ...

Tonight, the moon was bitten by homesickness. I cherish it quietly and hang my homesickness in the place I am most familiar with. ......