Mother is a traditional rural woman.

In those years at school, the Mid-Autumn Festival was not a holiday, so I couldn't go back to reunite with my mother. Every time at this time, I will write back. Mom misses us, too. She can't read She often lets people write to tell us to study hard and often writes home. Every time I receive a letter from my mother, I can feel her yearning for her. Just like when we go home in winter and summer vacation, a mother who is not very good at jokes at ordinary times still looks happy no matter how hard and tired she is.

Time flies, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival full of homesickness. At this time, I always think of my mother in the country, and my heart is full of guilt.

My hometown is in a remote rural area in northern Jiangsu, and my mother is an ordinary peasant woman. When I was a child, my family was poor, but the family had fun in hardships, but the days were full of affection and warmth. Mother seldom buys fish for us to eat. It's not that my mother doesn't care about us, it's that my brother and I go to school, which costs a lot, but the income at home is very small. But every Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother will be generous and prepare fish and meat early. Let's have a meat meal and have a good meal. At night, when the moon is in the treetops, my mother will move out a desk and chair from home, put the bought moon cakes and fruits on the table, and prepare several cups of white wine and chopsticks. According to the custom of our hometown, this is a sacrifice to the moon. My mother is not allowed to eat the offerings on the table, but we don't buy her account at all. When mom is not looking, she either steals the thin and brittle outer layer of moon cakes or walks some fruits in the wheat field. This unforgettable childhood Mid-Autumn Festival, just like family ties, lets spend one year and think about the next.

Mom's life is very hard. My father saw that the family expenses were high and the income was low, so he went out to work early and didn't come home to pick us up until the festival. Mother shed her hard sweat for us, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and fields. When our two brothers were still sleeping in the early morning, my mother got up early and was busy carrying water, washing clothes and cooking. Sometimes she goes to the fields to do farm work for a while. After we got up, our mother greeted us for dinner and school. When the sun smiles at dawn, mother goes to work in the fields with farm tools. During the day, my mother was busy, and at night, she dragged her tired body to make soles and sew clothes for us under the dim kerosene lamp. With mom's efforts, we grew up gradually. That summer, my brother and I successively entered the long-cherished university. On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, we left our mother and went to school in other places, leaving her alone in the country. Because the family is poor, for our tuition and living expenses, my father seldom goes home, and my mother works harder than before. In those years at school, the Mid-Autumn Festival was not a holiday, so I couldn't go back to reunite with my mother. Every time at this time, I will write back. Mom misses us, too. She can't read She often lets people write to tell us to study hard and often writes home. Every time I receive a letter from my mother, I can feel her yearning for her. Just like when we go home in winter and summer vacation, a mother who is not very good at jokes at ordinary times still looks happy no matter how hard and tired she is.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival that year after graduation, my brother and I had jobs in the city, and both wrote to invite my mother to live in the city where we worked. But my mother was worried that we had just arrived at the company, and that our work would be affected, saying that there was no one to take care of at home, and we never agreed. We still feed chickens and pigs in the countryside, plow fields and grow vegetables, and stay alone in that loneliness.