The moon plate is so bright and the moonlight is so soft. Was it washed in Erhai Lake? The moon illuminates the high Diancang Mountain, the big green trees at the head of the village, and the roads between villages. ...
At this time, grandma likes to hold me and walk on the moonlit path. Go, go, ah, grandma and I will go to the moon!
The thin stream, with the fragrance of grass and wild flowers, is full of moonlight. Gray pebbles cover the riverbed. Hey, how many cute little ponds are there among the pebbles? Every small pond has a moon! Oh, grandma, you wash clothes in the stream during the day, and I make a boat with leaves, carrying many fresh petals ... Oh, grandma, let's go to the stream, let's see the small pond, the moon in the pond and the place where I pick flowers.
Ah, grandma and I went to the moon. ...
The village road has been repaired, and the potholes have been filled with gravel and new soil. It is a custom in the village to repair and repair roads before harvesting crops. Autumn insects are singing, night birds are flapping their wings, fish are jumping out of the water, water is splashing, silver is shining ... from the orchard, the smell of fruit comes to the nose. Is it Sydney or torch pear? Or purple grapes? Both. In the moonlight, these delicious fruits are covered with branches in the orchard on the hillside. The ditch water gurgled satisfactorily. Yes, next to it is the field watered by it. In this field, we planted rape and broad beans. I am looking for rabbit grass in the bean field. I blew dandelions so high, so high. After harvesting beans and planting rice, you see, the ears of rice hang their heads heavily. Now the rice is about to mature, and the rice field is like a silver blanket, and the moonlight is bright. Oh, grandma, let's go to the ridge! Didn't you say that dad would come back during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday? Which new valley shall we use to entertain dad?
Ah, grandma and I went to the moon. ...
Sometimes, grandma tells me stories about the moon and ancient legends; Sometimes, I say nothing, just walk quietly and walk. Grandma's warm hand pulls me, and I can smell her breath. Walk through the moonlit creek bank and walk through the stone arch bridge; Walking through the orchard with moon shadow, walking through crops and vegetable fields ... Ah, when I looked up at my grandmother, I suddenly saw the beautiful moon holding those twinkling little stars, as if walking in the sky, walking. ...