Excellent prose about the Mid-Autumn Festival

The Mid-Autumn Moon hangs in the sky, and all the lights in the house send their love.

Gazing out of the window that round more and more round the string moon, suddenly found that full of festivities of the festival that mooncake fragrant day has become closer and closer, and at this time I have a kind of anonymous melancholy, originally still calm heart surging faint sadness, in this reunion night ripples, the beautiful night of reunion has become a memories I can not forget.

People always have to remember and think.

Time to return to two years ago, everything seems to have just happened, then the mother due to disease has been bad, but the speech and thinking is still very clear, this year's 'May Day' I and my siblings to discuss the mother to us to stay, to the hotel to order meals, but, thrifty life mother can promise? In the end, we used 'deception' means to trick the mother to come to the hotel after the mother, although she said that this is not good too wasteful, but I can see that the mother's heart is happy, because we are a few families, no one absent, the atmosphere needless to say, at the same time, we agreed to 'Mid-Autumn Festival ' 'Eleven' to get together again. "OK, Mom?" I asked. "Yes, yes," my mother replied. I knew that it was not because she liked the place, but because she smiled from the bottom of her heart when she saw her children in harmony.

Time flies, and it's August. One day, my sister called to say that my mother had been feeling unwell for a few days, "Let's take my mom to the hospital for a good checkup." "Uh-huh." At first I did not think, "I'll be right there." I put down the phone and went straight to the hospital, where my father and sister were already there, "What's wrong?" I asked. "He said he was dizzy in the morning, maybe he still has high blood pressure." Who knows the test results came out to make us all surprised: cerebral artery infarction, hospitalized. Ah! How did this happen... ... The following days mother's illness but worsened day by day... ... God, you're so unfair! This is the year, the Mid-Autumn Festival to, but at this time the mother has spent more than 40 days in the hospital, during this period as the disease continues to aggravate the mother from the beginning of the ability to speak and walk, to the hemiplegic paraplegia, eating can only rely on the insertion of a gastric tube in the nasal cavity, the only thing is that the mother's pair of eyes, from the inside can also read the mother's heart at this moment. Who knew that the 'May Day' appointment would be like this? Who knew that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival was a reunion in the hospital. Looking at my mother's increasingly thin body my heart is dripping blood like a knife as hard. Mother ah! You have worked hard all your life, I can't imagine it will be like this. We bought a few sugar-free mooncakes, although the mother can not eat and can not speak, but I saw my mother's eyes shed tears, I understand, understand, the mother is cut off from her children ah!

While we take care of day and night, however, the doctors have no power of return, November 22, a seemingly ordinary day, for us, but an eternally unforgettable black day, 3:00 p.m., the mother went away, forever, forever left her loved ones her children, taking away the loved ones to the children's endless attachment to the selfless and infinite love and care, leaving the children's infinite sadness endless The long mourning and desolation ... ...

Every festive season is doubly think of relatives, all inserted Cornus less a person.

Another year's Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived, although my father's health is good, but it is also obvious that aging, although we often go home to see but can not stop the years to stay in my father's face traces, but also deeper our mother's thoughts ... ...

A river has a thousand rivers of moonlight, a ray of moonlight ten thousand strands of thought.

This year is the second Mid-Autumn Festival after my mother left, looking up at the moon, as if it were my mother's eyes, the thought of my mother is my mother's endless nagging, my mother's repeated exhortations when I went out, my mother's face covered with fatigue, my mother's mother's scolding that contains selfless love, and now all of this is as a dream-like death, the affection that the attachment that the love has been turned into the children's The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the things that I've been thinking about.

The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop, the child wants to raise and parents do not wait. I don't know if there is a soul in this world, if there is, let this bright moon bring the thoughts of the children and greet the mother in heaven: "Mom, how are you?"

The moon rises in the sea, the end of the world **** this time. Although the mother is gone, but, the parents of the people of their parents. In this day of family reunion, I wish the world's parents health! Wish the world's elderly long life!

Mid-Autumn Moonlight night thousands of miles to send the love

Night wind, white moon in the sky, Mid-Autumn Moonlight August, the moon is full of love.

The first time I saw you, I saw you in the middle of the night, and I was so happy to see you," he said. Outside the house, to the garden, strolling in the overflowing flowers of the path, listening to the insects singing frogs, see that the courtyard, the pavilion, people have already set up for the moon fruit and moon cakes, feel the Mid-Autumn Festival night of the different moon color.

Gazing at the moon, let the night breeze cool down and flick the clothes. On the night of the full moon, send a thought, a blessing, a warm care, a strong love to you, to the far away dear you ......

"Twilight clouds collected all over the overflow of cold, Yinhan silent turn jade disk." The moon, like a shy maiden, moved her lotus steps gently, also pulling my sight. I seem to see the cold Palace of the Chang'e in the light dance of the broad-sleeved, saw the moon fairy's eyes, and her cheeks on the tears of homesickness. She put the loneliness and despair, pain and uncertainty, all melted in their own delicate dance. People who miss each other may be able to seek a kind of spiritual comfort in Su Dongpo's lyrics:

"When is the bright moon? The first time I saw this was when I was a young man," he said.

I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky.

I want to go home on the wind, but I am afraid of the jade palace,

I can't stand the cold at the high place! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.

They are the most beautiful and the most beautiful of all, and they are the most beautiful of all.

There should be no hate, what is the reason for this?

There is no such thing as a good time, and there is no such thing as a good time.

But I wish that people will be long, thousands of miles of **** Canyuan Juan."

Through the stone-paved path, walk up a stone bridge. Touching the soft moss on the stone railing, like holding your gentle little hand. That time, right here, delicate you snuggle in my warm broad arms, up your moon face, that long dense eyelashes, a pair of phoenix eyes like the twinkling stars in the night sky, crystal bright. I caressed your waterfall hair, gazed into your eyes, held your hand in front of my chest, let you feel my hot heartbeat. That is a man's infinite love for a woman! Just like that long time gazing at you, to melt you in my gentle eye waves, until you look embarrassed, head buried into my arms, ranting, "You bad, you bad."

Dear, I love you so much! Because you not only have the Jiangnan woman's tenderness and elegance, but also have the northern girl's bold enthusiasm. Your charming face is as pretty as a flower, your graceful figure is like a spring breeze brushing the willow, your voice is as clear and pleasant as a silver bell, and your angry look is so pathetic. Dear, you are my eternal love, even though the distance between! The stars move, the years change, my love is eternal! If you are willing, my arm is your tired is the rest of the harbor, my embrace is your helplessness to seek the warmth of the home!

Dear baby, yesterday I opened the mailbox, received your e-mail, which is the warm romantic Mid-Autumn Festival blessing you sent me! Thank you so much, my lovely angel! Whenever I receive your message, there is always a kind of warmth diving into my heart. You said in your letter that there is a boy there who wants to pursue you, and you feel that no one can compare with me. Baby, that's because no one loves you more than me! Walking down the stone bridge, attracted by a burst of fragrant flowers, smelling the fragrance, around the stone fence, to a laurel tree. The white flowers filled the branches, turning a soft goose-yellow color in the moonlight. One by one, crowded, competing to spit out the fragrance, dress up this mid-autumn night. I remember the first time I met you, also in this season of fragrant laurel. Later, in order to further your education, you went to another city thousands of miles away to work and study.

Separate days, the heart is often surrounded by thoughts, you repeatedly urged me to put aside the sadness of thoughts, but I tasted the beautiful fantasy in the days of thoughts. Because of the thoughts there is hope, there are thoughts there is also a time of emotion, there are thoughts more understand each other to cherish, there are thoughts also understand the most yearning in this life is where!!!!

Another year of Mid-Autumn Festival, in this full moon night, silently think of you. I'd like to send my love to the moon, and let the wind carry my blessings and greetings, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival and good health to you, my beloved from afar!"

"The year is afraid of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the month is afraid of the fifteenth"

A variety of moon cake advertisements come overwhelmingly, making it seem as if tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There is a saying that "the year is afraid of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the month is afraid of the fifteenth", which means that once the Mid-Autumn Festival is over the year will be over, and once the fifteenth day of the month is over, the month will be over very soon.

Yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner, and the end of the year will follow. Not only does it make you sigh with regret that time flies, but it also makes you reminisce about the past.

Thinking about it, I have not been home for several Mid-Autumn Festival. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, in addition to courier some moon cakes and other things home and make a phone call to the family greetings, the rest is only miss and memories. The memory of spending the festival at home also becomes clear at this time.

When I was a kid, the Mid-Autumn Festival was really an exciting event. Because my father, who had been working abroad for a long time, would always come home before the festival, and every time he came home, he would always bring us kids new clothes, candies, and some novelties. Wearing new clothes, pockets filled with a variety of sweets, the mood is naturally incomparable joy. In my mind, the Mid-Autumn Festival is as joyful as the New Year.

Of course, there is much more to it than that.

Building towers is something that many children really enjoy doing. We would usually gather in groups of three or five and start traveling through country lanes and dilapidated compounds to collect bits and pieces of tiles a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the real work of building the tower would begin. We used bricks to make the door of the tower and large tiles to make the base, and estimated the size of the base based on the number of tiles we collected. Then we build the tiles one by one, from large to small, and shrink them one by one to the center of the tower, finally forming a cone shape, and the tower is built. In the process of laying the pagoda, we have to be careful in every step and movement, and sometimes we have to start all over again if we make a mistake in estimation or accidentally touch the pagoda. So it was also a test of eyesight and patience. After spending a lot of work to build the tower, the next step is just to wait for the tower to be burned at night.

As the last of the evening sun receded, the sky darkened. At my mother's urging, I always grabbed a few mouthfuls of rice and ran to the sunbathing area, where the children gathered. We chased and played along the way, desperately hoping that the moon would soon rise in the sky.

One of the kids suddenly shouted, "I can see the moon!" All the children looked up at the sky and all of a sudden they scattered back to their homes. By this time, the adults had begun to set up the offering table in the yard, and we were just in time to help set up the offerings. Of course, we didn't forget to put the brand new textbooks we had just received on the offering table, which Grandma had taught us, saying that this way the Moonlight Lady would see the books we were studying and help us to read well. Because I always did well in school and was often praised by my teachers, I believed in my grandmother's words and believed that it was all because of the moonlight lady's protection.

When the adults started to enjoy the moon, we could start to burn the pagodas. Burning the pagoda is usually done with straw, which burns in the pagoda, and the flames come out from the gaps in the tiles, and the whole pagoda becomes brightly lit. Just gently shake the burning straw, sparks will fly out of the tower, very beautiful. If you take a handful of coarse salt and sprinkle it on the red-hot pagoda, you will hear a crackling sound, which adds to the fun of burning the pagoda. The old people will also sweep some ants from the nooks and crannies of the wall to pour on the tower, which is said to greatly reduce the number of insects and cockroaches and other things in the house. This also adds a bit of mystery to the burning tower.

Childhood Mid-Autumn Festival is so colorful, nowadays the festival is more in a foreign country, less strong affection, more is the family's attachment and miss. The moon in a foreign land reminds me of many, many things.