"Mid-Autumn Festival Past": On a cold night in the north, a bright moon rises quietly, reflecting the lights of thousands of houses in the noisy city. Unknowingly, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching again.

It is often said that "I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season." An inexplicable melancholy lingers in my heart. The faces of my parents and relatives, the mountains and rivers of my hometown, and bits and pieces of the past come to mind again.

In the golden autumn of August, the sweet scent of osmanthus blooms.

I remember that when I was in primary school, I was still a ignorant child.

One year on the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the school only had two classes and ended early.

Looking at the sun in the sky, it was still early, so I got playful with my classmates and went to explore the "Tiger Rock" behind the mountain.

Not wanting to get lost, I fumbled for a long time before finally going down the mountain.

Seeing the sunset, I was afraid that I would be scolded by my parents. I happened to see a few sweet-scented osmanthus trees at the foot of the mountain. The thin yellow flowers exuded a delicate fragrance, so I ran to pick two pockets, and broke off a handful of osmanthus branches in my hands.

As we trotted anxiously on the way home, night was about to fall.

On the stone bridge more than two miles away from home, a familiar figure was looking forward anxiously, and finally called out my name.

I knew my father was looking for me, and I saw his angry and anxious eyes at a glance.

I thought he was going to beat me and scold me, but my father just asked reproachfully: "Where did you go? You don't even know how to go back when it gets dark!" I said without telling my father, "I went to pick osmanthus flowers." But I didn't dare to mention that I was going there.

The matter of "Tiger Rock".

My father pulled me back and told me that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th. The family was having a reunion dinner. My mother and sister had already prepared the dishes and were waiting for me to come back. They were all anxious.

The bright moon rose from the mountains, so round and bright. From a distance, I saw my grandma and mother waiting for me at the door of the house. My mother almost cried when she saw my father taking me home.

I looked at the table full of cold dishes and felt extremely guilty. My temporary playfulness made my parents worry and hurt their hearts. Only then did I understand how deep the love my parents have for their children is.

From then on, every Mid-Autumn Festival, I would think of my parents’ worried eyes, as if they were looking forward to their children’s return.