I remember my grandmother alive, Mid-Autumn Festival seems to be the most important festival Every year in August 15, Grandma's busy, peel taro, lotus root washing, do the reunion, Chiba dinner at night, etc., they could not wait to move the square table into the courtyard festival began months of her ceremony, the table is always filled with things: apples, oranges, persimmons, peaches, etc. fall of fruit, watermelon seeds, pumpkin seeds roasted seeds and nuts etc., as well as lotus root, water chestnut, taro so young, I always see saliva DC, but the grandmother of non-Let me worship, and all other auspicious end, she let me Jiechan and led to her I sat down and began an ancient legend about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and her The extraordinary experience, my grandmother was a born storyteller, she said that the story never reveals a mystery, so you enchanted like slowly into the dream, and so I wake up, that round of the moon has been quietly fade, recalling the last night dreams, sigh it short in the.
Now, I have grown up, that round of the moon remains the same, but the Wu Shi were wrong, Grandma, I have been away from the Mid-Autumn night did not figure in that busy, not a pleasant old legend, although his mother continued the festival on the ceremony, But I can not find it hard to say, Taoism unknown feeling, whenever this point, I really have to thank the great poet Su Shi, "Everyone has joys and sorrows, there Yinqing moon on the matter ancient difficult for all, All Live, moon and new moon. "more than a good poem, it let me Lost I find comfort in the sadness of the I suddenly see the light. Grandma did not leave us, look! Square table on the still Retention her breath, she is still with us Gongshang moon.
伴随着习习凉风和幽幽的丹桂之香，我们又迎来了中秋之夜。孩提时代，我便对这个节日“情有独钟”，因为这个节日带着浪漫、带着诗意，更带着家人团聚的喜庆之气。在溶溶的月色下，你的思绪会任意飞扬，想象着清冷的月宫中那个孤独的嫦娥仙子，抱着洁白的玉兔，端坐在古老的桂花树下，看着人间和和美美的天伦之乐，禁不住潸然泪下……。
记得奶奶生前，中秋节似乎是最重要的节日，每年农历八月十五，奶奶总是忙得不可开交，剥芋头，洗莲藕，做糰圆，晚上等晚饭吃罢，便迫不及待地将八仙桌搬到院里开始她的祭月之礼，桌上总是摆满了东西：苹果、橘子、柿子、桃子等各类秋季水果，西瓜子、南瓜子等各类炒货，还有莲藕、菱角、芋头等，幼小的我看得总是口水直流，可是奶奶非让我先祭拜，等一切礼数结束，她才让我解馋，并拉着我坐到她跟前，开始讲述有关中秋的古老传说和她的不凡经历，奶奶天生是个讲故事高手，她说的故事永远透着神秘的色彩，让你着了魔样渐渐进入梦境，等我醒来，那轮明月已悄然隐去，回忆着昨晚的梦境，叹息它的短在。
如今，我已长大，那轮明月依旧，但物事人非，奶奶已离我而去，中秋之夜没了那个忙碌的身影，没了动听的古老传说，虽然妈妈延续着祭月之礼，但我无法找到那说不清、道不明的感觉，每当这时，我真得感谢大诗人苏轼，“人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺，此事古难全，但愿人长久，千里共婵娟。”多好的诗句，它让我在失落之余找到慰籍，在忧伤之余豁然开朗。奶奶没离开我们，看！八仙桌上依旧留着她的气息，她依旧与我们共赏明月。