【正文】 h all kinds of fruits and moon cakes. There are apples, pears, grapes... The moon cakes have strawberry flavor, brown sugar flavor, white sugar flavor... At night, the moon girl slowly appears, and soon the moon is pletely out. When I saw the dark figure shaking, my grandmother began to tell the story of Chang’e running to the moon. It turned out that there were ten suns in the sky, and Hou Yi shot down nine suns... It was finished in a short time, and I was fascinated.　　People all know that the Mid Autumn Festival is the night of reunion, and my family is no exception. My sister also came back from school, and the whole family spent a happy and peaceful Mid Autumn Festival together. Mom and dad prepared a day for the reunion dinner. In the evening, when we eat, the table is full of our favorite foods, and there are moon cakes symbolizing reunion.　　In the evening, the bright moon came out quietly with the expectation of people’s reunion. Our whole family sat around the table, eating moon cakes, enjoying the full moon, and chatting about family life. They talked about their work experience and learning. My mother also told me about the legend of the Mid Autumn Festival. At this moment, I think how happy and happy we are as long as our family can stay together like this!　　I carelessly threw the moon cake that I had just bitten on the ground. Seeing this, my mother said: “l(fā)ittle baby, why don’t you treasure the fruits of your work and throw them away without eating them? It’s too wasteful. What a pity. It’s wrong to do so.”　　Mother said and breathed a sigh, And he said in earnest: “Children, when we were young, the conditions were not good, and we could not eat moon cakes during the Mid Autumn Festival. If the conditions were better, the whole family would share a piece of moon cakes. Now that the living standard has improved, you can eat enough moon cakes, and you can’t waste any food. We should always remember that hard work, simplicity, diligence and thrift are the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. As Chinese people, we should also inherit this traditional virtue and carry it forward.”　　After listening to what my mother said, I quietly put the second piece of moon cake on the table. Looking up at the full moon in the bright starry sky, I lowered my head in shame.　　On this reunion night, what I gained was not only the happiness brought by the festival, but also the edification and education of my mother with her acplishment.　　This is really the mid autumn festival that I can’t forget.　　August 15 of the lunar calendar is the traditional Mid Autumn Festival in China, also known as the Mid Autumn Festival and the reunion festival. I spent a very interesting Mid Autumn Festival with my parents.　　On this day, I have been expecting for a long time, and finally I can eat delicious moon cakes! I couldn’t wait to take out the moon cakes and said excitedly to my parents: “there are three kinds of moon cakes. Whoever gets the filling of” flowing egg yolk “is the winner.” I gathered all my strength on my hands and confused the order of the moon cakes, trying to make my parents unable to guess. But mom and dad’s eyes seemed to be glued with magnets. Where the egg yolk filled moon cakes moved, their eyes followed. After a few rounds, my “strong wind hand” finally lost the battle. My parents are really fierce! My mother grabbed the moon cake with egg yolk filling quickly and proudly opened the package. I still have some envy in my heart! The aroma immediately came to my nose, and my mother immediately took a bite. The egg yolk quicksand inside was as bright as gold sand, and the egg liquid inside was crystal clear and sweet. While we were tasting delicious moon cakes, we listened to my father saying, “the Mid Autumn Festival is a day of reunion, and the family should always be together...” at this time, I could not help but think of “thinking twice of family in every festival.” Yes, how people who work in other places miss their relatives!　　When I looked out of the window, the bright moon radiated silver light, which made people intoxicated. I said to my parents, “tell me some idioms with” month. “ “Every day changes with each passing day, the flowers are perfect, the moon is full, the Chang’e is running to the moon, the winter moon, and the stars are on the moon...” I said again: “say a few poems with the moon!” “Look up at the bright moon, look down and think of your hometown.” I rushed to say. My father is not willing to be outdone: “the beacon has been burning for three months, and the letter from home