We children, everything feels fresh, and often we are not satisfied with anything; On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, we looked forward to the moon in the yard, but the moon didn't come out for a long time, so we sat back in nave, put bamboo curtains on it and pestered grandma to tell stories. Grandma is a storyteller, telling one story, but also saying another ... Grandma suddenly said:
"The moon is coming in!"
When we looked at it, there was a moon in the bamboo curtain, which slipped in slowly and quietly and appeared on the mirror in front of the window. It turned out that the moon had legs and climbed the bamboo curtain, first a white road, then a semicircle, and gradually climbed high, and the circle on the mirror was full. We are all very happy, but we can't hold our breath, for fear that it is the dust that blows away in one breath. The moon is still crawling on the bamboo curtain, but the circle is slowly losing. Finally, there was no trace, leaving only an empty mirror and a disappointment. Grandma said:
"It's gone, it's in a hurry; Go out and look for the moon. "
We all ran out the door. It was in the yard, but it was not a complete circle. The white light entering the yard is jade silver, and the light is not so bright. In the middle of the yard, there is that stout osmanthus tree with sparse branches and luxuriant leaves. Osmanthus fragrans hasn't blossomed yet, but it has many bones. We all approached, wondering where the whole circle had gone. But I suspect that this bone bud is changed by stars; Looking up at the sky, there seem to be a lot fewer stars than usual. The moon is overhead, obviously much bigger and more round, so you can clearly see what's inside.
"Grandma, what's on the Na Yue?" I asked.
"It's a tree, son." Grandma said.
"What tree?"
"Guishu."
We all looked at each other, and suddenly, there seemed to be a breath, curling up behind us, adding a faint itch to the hair tips; It seems that we are already on the moon, and the laurel is obviously the one behind us.
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." Oh, a woman. I think. In the moon, the ground should be covered with silver and the walls with jade: such a good place must be worthy of a very beautiful woman.
"Is there a beautiful third sister?"
"As beautiful as Third Sister."
Third sister is happy:
"Ah, ah! The moon is mine! "
Third sister is the most beautiful among us, and we all envy her. Looking at her crazy appearance, I felt a sense of jealousy.
We had a quarrel and everyone said the moon was theirs. Grandma took out a pot of liqueur from the room, poured a small glass for each of us and said:
"Son, look at your glasses. You all have the moon! "
We all looked at the glass of wine, and sure enough, there was a small full moon floating inside. Holding it, motionless, and moving your hand, you will tremble crisply, which makes people look pitiful. Everyone drinks, and the moon is in everyone's heart. Grandma said:
"The moon belongs to everyone. It didn't disappear. Go find it again. "
We felt more and more strange, so we looked in the yard. Great, it really hasn't left. We soon found it on grape Ye Er, ceramic flowerpots and grandpa's shovel blade. We were interested and found the door.
Outside the yard, there is a river. The river is very thin, but it is covered with a large area of net sand; It is not as rough as during the day, shining with silver, as soft and gentle as water. We ran across the beach, and as soon as my brother got to the upper bay of the river, he shouted:
"The moon is coming!"
My sister shouted to Xia Wan almost at the same time: "The moon is coming!" "
I visited two places. There is a moon in the water in both places, running along the river, and there is a moon in the water in both places. We all looked up at the sky, and suddenly I saw the little moon in the eyes of my brother and sister. I think there must be something in my eyes, too. Oh, there are so many moons: you can have them if you want.
We sat on the beach, holding sand, looking at the glory, I said:
"You say, what is the moon?"
"The moon is what I want." The younger brother said.
"The moon is good." Sister said.
I agree with them. As grandma said: it belongs to us and everyone. That day, we looked up at the moon in the sky again. The moon is white and hangs in the sky. I suddenly feel that we have the moon and the boundless sky is ours: isn't the moon our seal in the sky?
Everyone felt satisfied and sleepy, so they sat on the beach and slept sweetly for a while.