Father Spider is a famous insect catcher. He can catch hundreds of pests every day. One day, Father Spider, who catches insects in the city, received a letter from Mother Spider, saying that her baby daughter was addicted to music instead of studying hard to catch pests. She played the piano, danced, sang and performed everywhere every day. After reading the letter, father spider was very angry. How can this work? I must go back at once and teach it a hard lesson.
Father Spider took up his backpack and hurried home overnight. That's a long way. Father Spider was tired from walking, so he sat on the stone by the roadside to have a rest.
In the bright moonlight, a small river flows slowly, and the forest in the distance looks dark. Papa spider feels lonely. Just then, beautiful piano sounds came from the forest. The piano sounds high and low, which is very nice. Attracted the spider father, he didn't feel tired at all, and he didn't feel lonely. "Who is playing the piano? It's really not simple. " Father Spider walked quietly towards the piano, when he heard a little girl singing: "My father is an expert in catching insects. In order to prevent the children in the city from being bitten by mosquitoes, he went far away. I miss him so much. " "Oh, isn't that my baby girl?" I saw it playing intently in front of a piano made of spider silk. Daddy Spider couldn't believe his eyes. He stopped quietly, listened quietly, and moved tears came out.
Father Spider didn't talk to his daughter. Afraid of disturbing her playing the piano, he quietly walked out of the forest. The next day, Father Spider wrote a letter to Mrs Spider. Guess what Daddy Spider will write? Can you tell the contents of the letter? What would happen if the spider family got together?
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In his letter to Mrs Spider, Father Spider said, "Our baby daughter sings very touching, plays the piano very well and is very attentive. Since it has chosen this hobby, let it play, and maybe it can make a difference. So you don't have to force it to learn to catch insects, and we spiders can't just catch insects! " Later, the spider's daughter concentrated on practicing piano and singing, and also participated in a singing competition and won the prize. At the award ceremony held in the city, their family got together! Spider daughter saw her father and rushed to hug him and said, "thank you, dear father." With your encouragement, I will have today! " Dad also hugged his daughter and said happily, "Good boy, I am so proud of you!"! " "
Last night, I lost sleep. I walked gently to the windowsill and looked at the lace-like moonlight in the sky. I suddenly found that the moonlight is so beautiful!
Sitting alone in the moonlight, bathing alone in the moonlight, listening to the voice of the soul, feeling the tenderness of the moonlight alone, and experiencing the integration of heart and nature alone.
A gust of wind rustled the leaves and the moonlight shone into the window. Everything in the room seems to be covered with silver gauze and looks very clean. I seem to face the sea and the moon rises from the sea. In an instant, it was covered with silver light, and the moon rose higher and higher, passing through the veiled Wei Yun. ......
Suddenly, a dark cloud blocked the immaculate Bai Yue. Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm, and the torrential rain floated down with a little wind.
However, the moon did not go, but quietly watched the rain fall slowly. Perhaps, the moon also likes to watch the rain scene!
Another night. I walked on the bluestone road covered with silvery moonlight, enjoying the beautiful scenery in the moonlight: people walked in the moonlight, and grandma took her little granddaughter to enjoy the cool in the moonlight.
I grew up in the moonlight. I remember that in summer, whenever night fell, my grandmother would take me to the small yard to enjoy the cool. Grandma stroked me with calloused hands, fanned me and told me ancient folklore. I fell asleep peacefully in the sound of the story, feeling so relaxed and happy.
When I was young, I liked catching bugs. In the dim moonlight, all kinds of insects can be heard everywhere, and the most beautiful one must be crickets. Flashlight, I quietly approached the haystack, turned over big stones, and found cricket in a black coat skipping there. I put my hand over it, then carefully lifted it and caught one. Then, in the moonlight, we happily played cricket with our neighbors.
Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my family and I taste moon cakes in the moonlight and sing the song "Full Moon on August 15th". The atmosphere was warm and pleasant.
The moon rises and sets, day after day, year after year. I grew up in the moonlight, leaving my childhood footprints in the moonlight.
The ward was very quiet, only moonlight poured in from the window like water, which disturbed my dream. ...
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I felt dizzy when I came together this morning. I thought I could make it. Unexpectedly, after the second class at school, I began to vomit in the classroom without warning, which scared the teacher to call my mother.
After my mother came, she panicked, too. After thanking the teacher in a flurry, she drove me to the hospital at once. There was a sea of people in the hospital. I sat in the waiting room hall, leaning back in my chair in a daze, only shaking my mother's figure and running around. My head is still dizzy. I closed my eyes and wanted to have a rest, but my heart began to feel sick again and my stomach was rolling. After a while, I threw up.
My mother was obviously frightened. I don't know where it came from. She held me in her arms and tearfully asked, "Apollo, what can I do for you? Can I help you? Wait for your mother, just for a while, just for a while! " Say that finish, picked me up and rushed into the emergency room. At that moment, I could feel my mother shaking all over.
According to the doctor's diagnosis, I have meningitis and need to be hospitalized immediately. Mother listened to the doctor's instructions and kept saying, "Good, good!" " "Then he carried me into the ward. Take medicine and go through the formalities.
In the afternoon, Dad, Grandpa and Grandma all came to the hospital. I was lying in the hospital bed, feeling weak, and I could only look at them eagerly. When my mother saw them, she got excited at once, and the tears that had been suppressed all morning finally flowed out. My mother has never done this, and she has never cried in front of me. I don't know why, I looked at my father's thin body, my nose was sour, and tears flowed down.
I had a high fever again at night, and the doctor came to check it over and over again. I didn't feel better until after midnight. Late at night, I am quiet and sleepy. I don't know what disturbed my dream and opened my eyes. It turned out that the moonlight, like water, passed through the window and landed on my hospital bed.
At this time, I found that my hand was being held by my mother lying in the hospital bed, treating her like water! Mother was so tired. At this time, she was already asleep, and the moonlight continued to write, not only on her ups and downs, but also on her hair and face. Everything is quiet, watching all this, thinking about everything my mother did for me today. Everything, in my heart, is filled with a breath of warm spring, and tears quietly flow down. ...
A full moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight fills my window. The bright moonlight reminded me of my past thoughts and plunged me into deep memories.
In the sixth grade, I studied and lived in the county with my parents. I left my relatives, my friends and my alma mater. In those days, I was not as active, lively and cheerful as before. I often recall the life of Baofeng. What I can't forget most is my classmate and confidant-Wang Pin.
Wang Pin is my best friend in Baofeng, and we are bosom friends who talk about everything. She is thin and short, and her blonde hair looks particularly good with her red skin color. Under the thick eyebrows are bright eyes. Look, a tall nose and a small cherry mouth make up a lively and lovely little girl.
This lovely girl studied well when she was young. The best subjects in Wang Pin are Chinese and English. Every time she takes these two exams, her grades are always among the best. Every time the teacher reads the model essay, her article will definitely appear. Whenever she makes oral communication in English class, she can always speak fluent English. Because of this, we have become competitors in learning. Her strengths (such as self-confidence) are what I need to learn. She can always absorb some of my advantages, so we can learn from each other and make progress together.
Wang Pin not only studies well, but also has a very kind heart. It's a sunny morning. Wang Pin and Fang Qingyuan and I are playing on the playground. Suddenly, a dog barked in the distance. We are all dog lovers. How can you not get excited when you hear a dog barking? So we followed the barking and found the puppy. The puppy is dressed in white, and its eyes are very bright. It saw us coming and wagged its tail at us. It was cute. But it seems that its feet are hurt, and it is swaying when walking. When Wang Pin found out, he quickly picked up the puppy and ran home. At home, Wang Pin first fed him a ham sausage, then washed the wound with white wine and took out the medicine box to give him medicine. Finally, he bandaged the puppy's wound and let the puppy rest for a while. Wang Pin looked at the puppy, then at us, and said, "This puppy is so poor. Its wound has not healed yet. I will take it to my grandmother's house and let her help take care of it! " Looking at Wang Pin's firm eyes, I was also moved by her spirit. Isn't her spirit of caring for small animals worth learning? I want to say to Wang Pin from the bottom of my heart, "Wang Pin, that's very kind of you!"
Wang Pin is also very helpful. No matter who is in trouble, Wang Pin will lend a helping hand and do his best to help those in trouble.
Wang Pin, are you okay now? How is your study? Did you miss me? Wang Pin, I wish I could become a bird and fly to your side to see you!
The moonlight in June shines in the forest, shining on the ground through the branches and leaves of big trees, like many small silver stars.
"Vujacic, Vujacic"
"Hey? Who is singing? It's really good. " Little turtle Lele said. So it listened to the sound and walked in the direction of the sound. Go, go, it just feels louder, but I haven't found the source of the sound yet. At this time, Lele woke up. It's far from home, and everything seems exactly the same. She can't find her way home. Lele was scared and began to cry.
At this time, the sika deer came over with one voice and asked curiously, "Why is Lele crying here so late?"
Lele cried and said, "I heard someone singing, so I followed the singing here, but there were too many trees, so I couldn't find my way home."
Qi Qi smiled and said, "This is the wind singing. It sings "Song of Leaves". Lele, you are lost, I will take you home! "
Lele said, "Qiqi, thank you!" " "Say that finish quickly climbed to JiQi back.
Qiqi said, "Sit tight, let's go!"
Soon, two children disappeared in the moonlight.
It was a dead night. I saw a beggar with white hair and rags, sitting quietly on the side of the road, looking at the endless sky in confusion, as if telling her his sad story. It's nine o'clock at night, and the busy street has fallen asleep in the moonlight. His gray hair stands out under the street lamp.
At this time, I stood on the balcony enjoying the tranquility of the night, enjoying the charming moonlight, and looking at the beggar from time to time, I suddenly felt a little pity and wanted to be his companion. So I went downstairs to see him for a few seconds, and then I went over and sat next to him. He seemed to know what I was thinking, so he told me his misfortune. It turns out that he is an employee of a machinery factory. Because the company closed down, he went to look for a job, but no one wanted him. After a few days, he ran out of money and became a beggar on the roadside. After listening to what happened to him, I felt more sympathy for him. Go down and chat with him every day. Until one day, I saw a little girl wearing a red scarf passing by, handed him a bag of food and gave him 200 yuan to buy a good suit. I found her, and she told me that she had a dream, that is, to help homeless beggars and encourage them to make money with their own efforts. She also used her lucky money and pocket money to set up a small foundation to help beggars. Listen to her.
After the foundation, I will not hesitate to join it. I will also help more beggars to have a bright future.
After thanking her, the beggar went to buy a decent suit and asked me, "What about this suit?" "Very nice." I told him. Then he went to the recruitment company and asked if there was a position suitable for him. The recruiter asked him, "Can you bear hardships?" He said firmly, "Yes, of course!" "We have a job as a cleaner here. Would you like to come? " "If you are willing, you are willing." "Good, then come to work at seven tomorrow." "Okay, thank you! Thank you! " In this way, he found a job that suits him. He works hard and never slacks off, and is praised by the manager. He is very grateful to both of us. At the bottom of his life, we gave him help and encouragement. Now his life has reached a peak, and we are all happy for him.
Later, she and I encouraged several beggars one after another, and now they can all support themselves. I didn't participate in this small foundation for nothing, but more for the pleasure of helping others.
Tonight, I stand alone on the balcony and enjoy the moonlight. Nothing else has changed except that I lost his figure and looked up at the sky again. All I can think of is my conversation with him. At this time, I closed my eyes and prayed that everyone would have a good time.
Excellent moonlight composition 8 brings a cup of fragrant tea, a roll of ancient books and a faint scent. Not bound, not trapped by disturbing noise. The courtyard is blue, the moon is swaying, and you are reading by the moon.
After all, the human heart belongs to nature, but time can't bring back the sound and appearance of the past. In the end, people who spend millions to buy a little are all following the harmony of heaven. With this kind of mood, different lights are on, and you don't need to hang a mirror in the hall, so you can pursue your own footprints by the light of nature. What about the moon? What about people?
In ancient times, the moon fell in love with the old days. When love comes here, it has a tangled meaning. The book in my hand is too thin, because it is so old that it has turned slightly yellow. The finger on the page number obliquely reflects a clear vein. People and society are indeed transparent. Just like that grain, it reflects the unique dribs and drabs of the individual. Yue Hua ru Lian is Xi Murong's favorite moonlight, because it can penetrate the soul and reach the softest place in the heart? I am speechless when I love deeply. At this time of the month, the light is bright, and I am surprised by the light at this time.
However, I vaguely feel that my eyes are hazy. The moon tonight is different from usual, not only moonlight, but also moon-shaped.
It is strange to say that the circle is not round, but it seems to be curved but clear and round. The night wind often carries a chill of soaking wet, but I didn't notice it when I bathed in the wind. Just poured a cup of tea. The petals of the surging flowers and tea go up and down, as if they were still spinning, and the thick hot air goes straight up and down, reaching my eyebrows and flowing through my eyes. In an instant, my eyes suddenly lit up and the starlight flashed by. Na Yue used to be Emei month. The still water in the small teacup is still facing me, bit by bit, calm and calm. This is the tea I want, the moon in the tea, and this is the sober side I got after being in a daze. It turns out that the heart is born of love.
The night wind is very restless, and the bodies of ancient books on the stone table have been turned upside down. The so-called rummaging through books is probably like this. I lowered my eyes angrily. Holding a cup, I fell in the sentence "until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us". Suddenly laughing, Taibai is so natural and unrestrained. If you have no desire, you have no thoughts. You can do whatever you want. Things are born of your heart, and your heart is born of love. The significance of these two things drops beyond a bright moonlight. Spend your life, month by month.
When I read it again, the moon was already hidden in the sky.
Liang Zi, who has been in the moonlight for 9 nights, leans against the river floor alone and looks out at the sky. The bright moon is still so charming, and the earth under the moonlight seems to be sleeping. I wonder who caressed the piano. The loneliness of the piano breaking through the night sky takes us back to the moonlit night thousands of years ago.
A pot of wine, a little heroic, a little firm but gentle. He danced the sword under the moon, always holding a pot of Bing Xin in his hand, smiling at life in various ways, and stumbling with sword steps. The bright moonlight poured thousands of miles, and Yin Hui's eyes were dazzled. He couldn't help sighing, "until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." He expressed his affection for the moon when his friend was demoted. "I am worried about the bright moon, and I will stay with the wind until the long night." When he missed his hometown, he "looked up and saw that it was moonlight, and when it sank back again, I suddenly thought of home."
In the moonlight, he faltered, holding a jade pot and Bing Xin, and gradually disappeared into the bright moonlight.
Loyalty for the country, exile fame and fortune, with the expectation of "when to send Feng Tang". He looked up at the moon sky. "When will there be a bright moon? Ask for wine from heaven. " However, when the moon often changes, it evokes the poet's various interests and gives an infinite sigh that "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is sunny and round." I miss my family, but I can't think about it I can only give my sincere wishes to the moon. "I hope people live long."
In the moonlight, he looked at the moon and missed his hometown. He sent sincere wishes and was taken away by the bright moon.
They are wanderers in the rivers and lakes, enjoying the mountains, stepping all over the water and melting into the scenery. They wrote the most beautiful picture, "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream." Listen to the most natural voice, "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight." Enjoy the most special scenery "too light for anyone to hear, except my comrade, Mingyue."
In the moonlight, they enjoy one place alone, and the harvest is the most beautiful, and their eyes become blurred, and they are fixed by the month at this moment.
I always read in my heart, "At that time, the bright moon was there, and I once returned according to the colorful clouds." There seems to be a touch of bright moonlight in front of my eyes, flowing quietly, hopeful and warm. Affection also seems to flow into people's hearts, slowly leading to the bones of the limbs, and inner joy also makes people feel as if the eyes are overflowing with extraordinary splendour and harmonious with the moonlight. It is fascinating that the flow of feelings can create such wonderful poems. What is a "bright moon and colorful clouds"? It's Xiaoping. He has two centers of gravity. It is the bright moon when Xiaoping left, and the poet's affection is as pure and meaningful as the bright moonlight, accompanying Xiaoping back. It is the warmth that stays in the heart, the beauty of family, and the most beautiful moon feeling that can't be expressed in words.
The moonlight is bright, and I am holding the clearest one here.
The moonlight is faint, and I am here to express my truest self.
The moonlight is dim, so I choose the brightest one here.
The moonlight dispersed, and I enjoyed the most beautiful articles here.
Excellent composition by moonlight 10 Nature is so magical, like moonlight! Like a naughty elf. Sometimes lying in the palm of your hand, sometimes hugging in your arms, and sometimes tossing at your feet.
On a sunny early summer evening, after dinner, I went to Zunyi Park Commercial Street, which is spring-like all year round, to choose gifts for my friends who are going to celebrate their birthdays. I shuttled between boutiques, looking here and feeling there. Half an hour passed, and I didn't find a favorite trinket.
When I walked into the park, I stopped to have a drink. I came across the transparent bottom of the cup. There is a bright moon lying quietly, like silver, like a jade plate, beautiful. I am ecstatic. Isn't this a good gift that I think about day and night?
I carefully held the cup in my hand and ran to my friend's house. I stared at the cup with rapt attention, accidentally stepped on a branch and fell to the ground, and the cup rolled out seven or eight meters away. I got up from the ground and was about to blow off where I fell. Suddenly, a terrible idea flashed through my mind-what should I do if the moon falls out of sight? My heart tightened and I ran to the cup.
Fortunately, when I arrived, the moon in the cup was still in the water. I breathed a sigh of relief, patted the dust on the cup, held it in my hand, and flew to my friend's door like a rabbit.
She opened the door and jokingly said to me, "Did you run back from the battlefield?" The pain of falling made me laugh. She invited me into the house, and before I could sit down and talk about "gifts", she exclaimed, "Ah! Why are you black and blue? Oh, my God! Why do you have a cut on your knee? Still bleeding! " She immediately ran out of the room, brought the medicine cabinet, wiped the alcohol for me, and said to herself, "It seems that I am right. Changchang did run back from the battlefield. "
When she took the medicine and sat down, I mysteriously said, "I want to give you a mysterious gift!" " "As he spoke, he took out his cup, but the moon in the cup was gone! I cried with a "wow". My friend felt very strange and asked me what was going on. After listening to my story, she patted me on the forehead, led me to the balcony, held the glass high, and a big bright moon appeared in front of me.
I like that night and the bright moon.
Moonlight Excellent Composition 1 1 Every cool night, I will sit by the window and look at the charming moon.
Look! A full moon rises from Ran Ran behind the mountain, spreading soft moonlight all over the earth and decorating the earth with colorful colors.
The moon is like a shy little girl, always letting Sister Yun cover her beautiful face for it.
At first, the moon was pale yellow, and there were many things like fog on its side. Later, its color gradually deepened, and something like fog disappeared, from hazy to very clear moon.
At this time, I found that the moon is no longer like a shy little girl, but more like a graceful dancer, showing her most beautiful side in the air.
"Ji Ji, Ji Ji-"Hey, whose cry is this? Oh, it turns out that a few birds are "wandering at night", playing games in the night sky and flying freely in this beautiful moonlight. They twittered as if praising the moon: "Come and see, how beautiful the moon is today!" "
People sit in the moonlight, look at the moon and praise it.
The night illuminated by the moon has also become a restless world.
At night, the sunset is slowly setting, and everything in the sunset is so quiet. The sunset glow is like a silk scarf, slowly floating in the air. The sky turned purple, how elegant and peaceful.
The moon has risen. It illuminates the land and roads for people. Look! The little stars in the sky are playing hide and seek. One minute they were behind the moon, another minute they were hiding in the sky, and the other minute they were hiding in the sunset. ...
In the moonlight, every field, every leaf and every small house on the earth has become a wonderful piano key. The vast moonlight is a soft finger, playing a wonderful ditty, and each note has a fantastic color.
The moon shines brilliantly. In the moonlight, some people in the room listen to stories on the radio together, some look at the moon and sing poems together, and some play together ... Every mountain makes a distant sound.
At dawn, the rooster stood on the haystack, spread his wings, cleared his throat, called back the moon and awakened the sun. The morning glow dyed the sky and the earth red. When everything wakes up, the birds begin to sing, as if singing a happy song in the morning.
The moon is gone, but it will not disappear. The moonlight will meet us again.
On a quiet night, I went out with my mother.
Because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, people eat moon cakes while walking in busy streets.
Suddenly, "the moon, the moon!" The children cried. I looked at the sky and said, "Wow!" The moon came out of the clouds with a smile. Half an hour later, the moon put away her smiling face and left.
I joked with my mother, "Did the Tengu eat the moon?" Mother said: "The moon is big and bright, and the tengu can't finish it." I said, "Oh, I see."
At night, a beam of moonlight shines into the house, how clean and quiet it is! This beam of moonlight makes people dream. Cricket croaked intermittently in the moonlight, and a cat walked lightly by the wall. Isn't this rat-catching "warrior" afraid of the dark? Suddenly I feel that night is not terrible. I will be brave with such moonlight!
Excellent composition by moonlight 14 Iron egg sitting on the river bank.
In the moonlight, pure white moonlight falls on the river bank, and the world is infinitely silent, which is terrible. Iron Egg's parents died, flash floods broke out, and Iron Egg's parents were washed away by the flood, leaving a young orphan-Iron Egg. From then on, Iron Egg was taken in by Grandpa and lived together.
"By the way, I don't have a home." Iron egg touched the patched old clothes with a small black hand. "I have no home." In the moonlight, two lines of clear tears streamed down my eyes. ...
Iron egg arrived at school. "Ha ha ha, you don't even have new clothes. Your family is really poor. " Students are laughing at him and think he is dirty. "Don't you say my home!" Tears of iron eggs filled her eyes. "What a cry baby! Bah! Go! " The crowd dispersed. As night falls, the iron eggs are full of fire. When I saw that there were only two bowls of clear soup and a few soft shredded radish on the table, it suddenly broke out and pointed at Grandpa and swore like a wild animal. Grandpa didn't say a word, and the iron egg cried. Grandpa stretched out his hand to comfort him with a distressed face and was about to speak when the iron egg rushed out of the room like a shell. Grandpa's hair is shining faintly, and it looks very thin in the long night.
Iron eggs hide on the river bank and cry alone. Suddenly, he heard grandpa's call. He crept ashore quietly. He saw grandpa walking unsteadily in the village on crutches, his figure wobbly and his face sad. "Ahem ... pa" Grandpa stumbled and knelt on the ground, and the iron egg rushed over. The cabin was full of sadness: "Grandpa, let's go home! Let's go home! " He began to cry again. Moonlight, so pale and powerless.
After that, grandpa was seriously ill. Iron egg dropped out of school to take care of grandpa at home, but he still couldn't keep up with his hurried pace. That night, the night wind roared and there was only a bang. Iron egg got dark and lit a small candle. The original beam cracked. Iron egg asked grandpa if he was hurt. Grandpa was silent, but when he got closer, he found his pale face lifeless.
"He is really a kind little old man." Iron egg looked at the hut with too many stories, with a wry smile, lit a fire, turned and walked into the vast wilderness, and never heard from again. The flame blazed and dispersed the dark ghost.
The river bank is shrouded in moonlight, reflecting beautiful sparks. Infinite desolation. It's late at night, quiet enough to shoot. ...
-Home is where you are.
The leaves are yellow and flying in the air, which means that autumn is coming, which means that the Mid-Autumn Festival we have been waiting for for for a long time is coming.
As we all know, Mid-Autumn Festival is also called Reunion Festival and Moon Cake Festival. The whole family get together and enjoy the delicious moon cakes while enjoying the full moon hanging in the night sky. Think about how happy you are!
The taste of Mid-Autumn Festival is sweet. The whole family is sitting together, laughing and happy. The Mid-Autumn Festival tastes bitter. Some old friends are far away, and a lonely person looks at the full moon, missing his family, hometown and friends.
Children like Mid-Autumn Festival, because they only know that they can eat delicious moon cakes, but the only thing they don't know is the pain of homesickness. "Is there frost at the foot of my bed?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " This is a poem written by Li Bai, who is far away from home, in the Mid-Autumn Festival. You can realize how much Li Bai misses his hometown!
There is also a legend about the Mid-Autumn Festival. Once upon a time, there was a man named Hou Yi. The empress dowager gave him an elixir that could make him live forever. One day he went out and left his wife Chang 'e at home. Chang 'e stole the fairy medicine and flew to the moon. When Hou Yi came back, Chang 'e was gone. Hou Yi missed Chang 'e very much and made one.
The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly round and bright, which is the best day to enjoy the moon, so everyone will get together to enjoy the moon seriously. Tears of homesickness are hidden in this moon, and ancient poems of great poets are treasured.
There is also an article about the Mid-Autumn Festival called "The Moon in My Hometown". This article also contains the author's nostalgia for the bright moon in his hometown. I don't want you to have a look, from which you will feel deeply homesick.
After listening to so many stories, we should understand what is cherish, what is grasp, and what is youth without regret. Only cherish, only firmly grasp every minute, then you will be young and have no regrets all your life. I also know not to leave my hometown and family easily, cherish everyone around me, don't let them leave you, seize every second, and don't let time pass by you.
Only in this way, I believe that every Mid-Autumn Festival we spend is happy.