I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and the weather was sunny. The bright moon hangs in the sky with a faint halo. The clouds in the sky are all gathered together, and the moon shines like silk through this thin smoke. Or shine like pearls on the lake, or cover the whole lawn with silver gauze like cicadas. The lake in the distance is dotted with sporadic boats, and the swaying lights add a bit of poetry to this quiet picture.
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it is laughing. A family of five sat together, chatting about the past. Listening to my grandfather's story about farmland, my mother laughed at my anecdote when I was a child. Take a sip of green tea and swallow the usual hustle and bustle; Nuts and honey scattered on the table smell of happiness. The moonlight caressed my face, and I felt flattered and beautiful for this family.
But then, everyone got busy. Grandparents go back to their hometown because of the past, and parents often work hard outside because of their busy work. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm alone. I don't know when my family left me alone. Because I don't understand, this indifference to my family crawled into my heart.
At night, every family is brightly lit, talking and laughing. I am the only one walking in the street. Clouds float into the distance in the breeze, as if to convey blessings to people.
Walking home slowly, there was a letter from my hometown in the mailbox, which was sent by my grandfather. Not much to say, just a blessing, and remind me that it's cold and put on more clothes.
"Tick-tock", the mobile phone received a short message: "There is your favorite bean paste pie on the coffee table. Just try it. -Mom. "
I suddenly felt relieved. No matter how busy my family is, they always remember me. Aren't they working hard for me?
Come to think of it, the moon is sunny and round, but it is always perfect. Families are separated, but hearts are always together.
Another touch of moonlight touched my face, and my heart was full of joy. I feel beautiful for this family and my own growth.
Cao Xinjian, Grade Three, World Foreign Language Middle School