Fan Wenyi:

Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival for China people, and it is a day for family reunion. On the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, people visit each other, give each other moon cakes and express their best wishes. In the evening, people enjoy the moon while eating moon cakes.

So I also took a piece of moon cake and observed it while eating. There is a bright full moon in the clear sky. Because the moonlight is very bright, I only see a star around the moon. It's really beautiful. I looked at it and almost forgot to eat moon cakes. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, busy families seldom get together. Everyone is chatting, chatting and laughing happily together! Sweep away the troubles in daily work and life.

I read some extracurricular books that I am interested in during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, from which I learned some historical allusions. I told this story to everyone and got their praise. I also made some puzzles about mathematics and exercised my logical thinking ability. I not only enriched my knowledge, but also got a full rest, because I did what I liked during the festival. I like Mid-Autumn Festival, and I prefer to enjoy the moon.

Fan Wener:

Unconsciously, today is the15th Mid-Autumn Festival in my life. Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival of China people, and this day is nothing more than a day of reunion. But this Mid-Autumn Festival, why am I so sad?

Dear grandpa, it has been three years since you left us. At this moment three years ago, you sat under the moon with us, eating moon cakes and enjoying the moon. Think about our memories. When I was a child, I used your sleeve to buy candied haws. Now every time I see Sugar-Coated Berry, I always think of you, the feeling that you bought me Sugar-Coated Berry to feed me, and the kind of food you bought me when I was sick, despite the heavy rain, the night and the strong wind.

All this makes me feel very warm. Why does my heart become so sad at the moment? Three years, why did it pass so quickly? Just like walking from the first floor to the third floor, it only takes three years. I remember once when I was a child. I just got home from kindergarten, and the teacher said to hand in my homework tomorrow.

When I got home, I sat in the living room, not knowing what to draw against the four walls, and my mind was blank. Suddenly, grandpa came out, stroked my little head with his hand and said to me, "What's the matter, little granddaughter, it's so cute to watch you in a daze." I replied doubtfully, "I can't draw."

He said kindly, "There is nothing that can't be drawn. A sculptor once said,' What the world lacks is not beauty, but a pair of eyes to discover beauty'. You must remember to be careful in everything you do. "

Finally, I drew a "corner of home" that is not beautiful but has beautiful details. At this time, I am not proud of painting this picture, but proud of having such a grandfather. At this time, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival night, Grandpa, I wonder if you are okay in heaven now. Still thinking about us? Whenever I look at the stars in the sky, I always feel that you are the brightest, but you have been watching us!