mid-autumn festival composition | the "little moon" on mid-autumn night
2024-09-16
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"when will the bright moon appear? i raise my cup to ask the blue sky." more than 900 years ago, the scholar su dongpo raised his cup to the moon on the night of the mid-autumn festival and placed his longing for the full moon in the sky. over time, the mid-autumn festival has become a comfort for people to express their love for family and hometown.
another mid-autumn festival is here. unfortunately, due to the approaching typhoon, we cannot reunite with grandma this year. perhaps it is because of my longing for grandma, or perhaps it is the festive atmosphere. on this cool autumn night, i lay in front of the window and looked up to see the moon looming in the clouds. the hazy moonlight brought my thoughts back to the beautiful memories of last year's mid-autumn festival...
last year, as in previous years, grandma came to our house to celebrate the festival with us. that evening, we finished our reunion dinner early and sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air and admire the moon. grandma hugged me and said, "today is mid-autumn festival. the moon in the sky is big and round. do you want a small moon?"
"what is a little moon?" i asked curiously. grandma got up mysteriously and went back to the house, holding out the red bean paste filling and puff pastry she had prepared. my eyes lit up instantly, and i shouted excitedly: "the little moon grandma said turned out to be a mooncake!" grandma looked at me, smiled knowingly, and spread her palm like a magic trick, placed the puff pastry flat on her palm, scooped up a ball of red bean paste and placed it in the center. she skillfully lifted the edge of the puff pastry like a craftsman who could surpass the work of nature, and the mooncake rotated on her palm and danced "ballet". in the blink of an eye, a full and round "little moon" was born.
watching my grandmother's smooth movements, i rolled up my sleeves and couldn't wait to start. however, i was careless and got into trouble after putting the fillings. my left and right hands seemed to be out of control and i couldn't cooperate to pinch out the shape of a mooncake.
after a lot of effort, i opened my palm and saw that it was a mess.
my grandmother, who was standing by, saw my frown, so she came over, held my hands, and taught me step by step, saying, "you have to be patient and take your time. you can definitely wrap it well." my grandmother's kind voice echoed softly in my ears. i listened to my grandmother's advice, took my time, and kneaded the puff pastry into a round shape little by little. now it finally looked like a mooncake. let's call it the "clown moon" for now.
i put it among the neat and exquisite mooncakes of my grandmother. it looked out of place, but it also looked cute. my grandmother and i smiled happily. the baked mooncakes have a golden color and an attractive fragrance. they are really "little moons" as my grandmother said. i took a bite of the "clown moon" i made, and my mouth was filled with not only the sweet fragrance of bean paste, but also the warm love of my grandmother.
a gust of autumn wind blew by, pulling me back from my thoughts of the mid-autumn festival. i felt a little regretful that i couldn't reunite with my grandma. at this time, the moon in the clouds just came out, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down. i thought my grandma should be looking at the same bright moon in the distance.
author: li zhuoyu, class 401, danfeng experimental primary school, hangzhou
instructor: leng huijiao
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