On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, we were looking forward to the moon in the yard. We didn't come out for a long time, so we sat back in the central hall, put the bamboo curtains to stuff them, and told my grandmother stories. Grandma can tell stories. After saying one thing, she has to say another... Grandma suddenly said, "The moon is in!"

When we looked, there was indeed a moon in the bamboo curtain, and it slipped in quietly and appeared on the full-length mirror in front of the window. It was a white road first, then a semicircle, and gradually climbed higher. Now, the circle on the full-length mirror is full. The moon was still climbing up the bamboo curtain, but it was full, but it was gradually lost and missing. In the end, there was no trace of it, leaving only an empty mirror and a disappointment. Grandma said: "It's gone, it's a lot, you go out to find the moon."

We all ran out the door, and it sure was in the yard, but it was no longer a full circle. In the center of the yard is the thick osmanthus tree. The osmanthus has not yet bloomed, but there are numerous bones. We don't know where that Man Yuan'er went, but we suspect that this bone duo'er has changed from many stars. Looking up at the sky, the stars seem to be much less than usual. The moon was overhead, obviously bigger and rounder, and we could clearly see what was in it.

"Grandma, what was that month?" I asked.

"It's a tree, child," said Grandma.

"What tree?"

"Osmanthus."

We all looked at each other, and suddenly, there seemed to be a smell, curling behind us, and on the tips of our hair, adding a faint itching feeling, as if we were already in the moon, and the laurel was clearly the one behind us. tree.

Grandma looked at us and smiled: "Silly boy, there are already people there."

"Who?" We were all surprised.

"Chang'e." Grandma said.

"Who is Chang'e?"

"A woman."

"Is there a beautiful third sister?"

"As beautiful as the third sister."

The third sister was delighted: "The moon belongs to me!"

The third sister is the most beautiful among us, and we all envy her. Looking at her madness, there was a trace of jealousy in her heart. We argued, and each said the moon was his own. Grandma brought out a jug of sweet wine from the house, poured a small glass for each of us, and said, "Look at the glass, children, there is a moon in it!"

We all looked at the glass of wine, and indeed a small full circle floated in it. Holding it, motionless, as soon as the hand moved, it trembled so pitifully. Everyone drinks it, and the moon is in everyone's heart. Grandma said, "The moon belongs to everyone. It hasn't gone away. You can find it again."

We became more and more curious, so we found it in the courtyard. We soon found it on grape leaves, on porcelain flower pots, on grandpa's shovel blade. We came to be interested, and actually found the courtyard gate. Outside the courtyard gate, there is a small river, the river is thin, but it is filled with a large piece of pure sand. We ran over from the beach, and as soon as my younger brother stood at Shangwan of the river, he shouted, "The moon is here!"

The younger sister shouted at Xiawan almost at the same time: "The moon is here!"

I went to two places to see the moon in the water in both places. We ran along the river and there was a moon everywhere in the water. We all looked at the sky, and suddenly I saw the moon in the eyes of my younger brother and sister. I think I have it in my eyes too. Oh, there are so many moons - if you will, there is it.

We just sat on the beach, scooping the sand, and looking at the brilliance, I said, "What do you think the moon is?"

"The moon is what I want," said the younger brother.

"The moon is good." My sister said.

I agree with them. As grandma said: it belongs to each of us. We looked up at the moon on the sky again, and I suddenly felt that if we have the moon, the boundless sky is also ours - isn't the moon the seal we put on the sky? Everyone felt satisfied and sleepy, so they sat on the beach and slept sweetly for a while.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, we were looking forward to the moon in the yard. We didn't come out for a long time, so we sat back in the central hall, put the bamboo curtains to stuff them, and told my grandmother stories. Grandma can tell stories. After saying one thing, she has to say another... Grandma suddenly said, "The moon is in!"

When we looked, there was indeed a moon in the bamboo curtain, and it slipped in quietly and appeared on the full-length mirror in front of the window. It was a white road first, then a semicircle, and gradually climbed higher. Now, the circle on the full-length mirror is full. The moon was still climbing up the bamboo curtain, but it was full, but it was gradually lost and missing. In the end, there was no trace of it, leaving only an empty mirror and a disappointment. Grandma said: "It's gone, it's a lot, you go out to find the moon."

We all ran out the door, and it sure was in the yard, but it was no longer a full circle. In the center of the yard is the thick osmanthus tree. The osmanthus has not yet bloomed, but there are numerous bones. We don't know where that Man Yuan'er went, but we suspect that this bone duo'er has changed from many stars. Looking up at the sky, the stars seem to be much less than usual. The moon was overhead, obviously bigger and rounder, and we could clearly see what was in it.

"Grandma, what was that month?" I asked.

"It's a tree, child," said Grandma.

"What tree?"

"Osmanthus."

We all looked at each other, and suddenly, there seemed to be a smell, curling behind us, and on the tips of our hair, adding a faint itching feeling, as if we were already in the moon, and the laurel was clearly the one behind us. tree.

Grandma looked at us and smiled: "Silly boy, there are already people there."

"Who?" We were all surprised.

"Chang'e." Grandma said.

"Who is Chang'e?"

"A woman."

"Is there a beautiful third sister?"

"As beautiful as the third sister."

The third sister was delighted: "The moon belongs to me!"

The third sister is the most beautiful among us, and we all envy her. Looking at her madness, there was a trace of jealousy in her heart. We argued, and each said the moon was his own. Grandma brought out a jug of sweet wine from the house, poured a small glass for each of us, and said, "Look at the glass, children, there is a moon in it!"

We all looked at the glass of wine, and indeed a small full circle floated in it. Holding it, motionless, as soon as the hand moved, it trembled so pitifully. Everyone drinks it, and the moon is in everyone's heart. Grandma said, "The moon belongs to everyone. It hasn't gone away. You can find it again."

We became more and more curious, so we found it in the courtyard. We soon found it on grape leaves, on porcelain flower pots, on grandpa's shovel blade. We came to be interested, and actually found the courtyard gate. Outside the courtyard gate, there is a small river, the river is thin, but it is filled with a large piece of pure sand. We ran over from the beach, and as soon as my younger brother stood at Shangwan of the river, he shouted, "The moon is here!"

The younger sister shouted at Xiawan almost at the same time: "The moon is here!"

I went to two places to see the moon in the water in both places. We ran along the river and there was a moon everywhere in the water. We all looked at the sky, and suddenly I saw the moon in the eyes of my younger brother and sister. I think I have it in my eyes too. Oh, there are so many moons - if you will, there is it.

We just sat on the beach, scooping the sand, and looking at the brilliance, I said, "What do you think the moon is?"

"The moon is what I want," said the younger brother.

"The moon is good." My sister said.

I agree with them. As grandma said: it belongs to each of us. We looked up at the moon on the sky again, and I suddenly felt that if we have the moon, the boundless sky is also ours - isn't the moon the seal we put on the sky? Everyone felt satisfied and sleepy, so they sat on the beach and slept sweetly for a while.