A 500-word composition describing the atmosphere of Mid-Autumn Festival.

The moon is like a mirror, with stars everywhere. On August 15, under the quiet mountain, the family came to the Yellow River with excitement to enjoy the moon. I turned my hands and read Su Dongpo's poem Water Tune: "When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine ... "The whole family laughed.

It is often said that "from tomorrow to Mid-Autumn Festival" is very reasonable. Look, the moon with a gold ring has finally risen. It is golden at first, and slowly rises like a wisp of light smoke through the white clouds. In an instant, the color of the moon becomes brighter and whiter!

It rose very high. The circle is so cute and interesting, just like a silver jade plate reflecting white light.

Ah, bright moon, how many people have aroused your rich imagination: Chang 'e, because she stole the fairy medicine, was imprisoned in the lonely Guanghan Palace; WU GANG was punished for cutting down the osmanthus tree that kept cutting down; Xiaoyu rabbit, making medicine for Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace. ...

How much I want to be with WU GANG, how much I want to sympathize with the lonely Chang 'e, and how much I want to go to Doby to see the lovely little jade rabbit. ...

But you are so far away, I want to use the wings of geese to fly to your arms at this happy moment, but geese can't fly so high; I want to build a colorful bridge with Changhong to visit you, a teenager on the earth, but when the rainbow appears, you don't know where it is. ...

Looking at the round moon, I thought of my dead grandmother again. Her kind face reappeared in front of my eyes. My eyes are moist at the thought of my grandmother, who seems to be with us for the holidays. Isn't this in line with the poem "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season"?

I stared at the moon, chewed sweet moon cakes, and listened to my father telling the legend of the moon. I didn't think of the children in Taiwan Province Province until very late. ...