How long did you receive the text message after raising the flag?

My heart is full of joy because of the stream, and the rivers and seas are far-reaching; Because of the blue sky, the sun is brighter; It is because there are people who are willing to work behind the scenes that the performers on the stage are colorful. At the end of the year,1February is full of happy atmosphere, and smiling faces of pedestrians can be seen everywhere on the streets decorated with lights and colors. The new year's class meeting in the class will be held soon, and I am secretly looking forward to it, hoping to become a member of the host. Being the host of the New Year's class meeting is something I have been waiting for for a long time. Beautiful clothes, beautiful pronunciation and the eyes of the audience ... I have presided over several flag-raising ceremonies, so I must be selected. Imagine yourself presiding in front of the stage, and my heart is full of joy. However, the news came that I was the author of the main manuscript. "What about the host?" I asked almost anxiously, but I didn't hear my name. My heart seems to sink into the cold sea. I seem to see others become the focus of attention on the stage, but I can only watch quietly and silently. Between thoughts, my eyes caught a glimpse of a cheongsam, which was my costume when I performed at the art festival, and my thoughts could not help but go back to the past. Waiting backstage before singing on the stage that day. Unexpectedly, the backstage was so lively. Prop group, rush group, makeup group ... everyone is busy. Although they are behind the scenes, everyone's face is full of smiles, as if proudly saying, "Although I am only a behind-the-scenes worker, I am also happy and proud that I can silently contribute to the performance." Thought of here, I can't help but feel relieved. I sat at my desk and began to think quietly. Isn't it just as proud to write a wonderful manuscript? Being behind the scenes and being a foil is a kind of mind, a kind of tolerance and a kind of spirit. Perhaps, when I sit under the stage and watch the host read the manuscript, I will be happy that I am a behind-the-scenes worker. Thought of here, my heart is full of joy.

Green leaves are becoming more and more colorful under the moisture of rain and dew; Red flowers become more gorgeous in the sunshine. When immersed in the family atmosphere, you get more growth-the growth of beauty in your heart. I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and the weather was fine. The bright moon hangs in the sky with a faint halo. All the clouds in the sky gather together, and the moon passes through this thin smoke like silk. Or shine like pearls on the lake, or cover the whole lawn with silver gauze like cicadas. The lake in the distance is dotted with sporadic boats, and the swaying lights add a bit of poetry to this quiet picture. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it is laughing. A family of five sat together and talked about the past. Listening to my grandfather's story about farmland, my mother laughed at my anecdotes when I was young. A mouthful of green tea swallowed the usual noise; Nuts and honey scattered on the table smell of happiness. The moonlight touched my face, and I felt flattered and beautiful for this family. But then, everyone got busy. Grandparents go back to their hometown because of the past, and parents often work hard outside because of their busy work. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm alone. I don't know when my family left me. Because I don't understand, this indifference to my family has climbed into my heart. At night, every household is brightly lit, talking and laughing. I am the only one walking on the boulevard. Clouds float into the distance in the breeze, as if to convey blessings to people. Walking home slowly, there was a letter from my hometown in the mailbox, which was sent by my grandfather. Not much to say, just a blessing, and remind me that it's cold and put on more clothes. "Tick-tock", my mobile phone received a short message: "There is your favorite bean paste pie on the coffee table. Just try it. -mom "suddenly relieved. No matter how busy my family is, they always remember me. They are very busy. Aren't they just working hard for me? When you think about it, the moon is always sunny and round, but in fact it is always perfect. Families are separated, but hearts are always together. Another touch of moonlight touched my face and I was flattered. I feel beautiful for this family and I agree with my growth. Comments (16)

Report | 2012-12-0120: 42 God French red wine | Five levels of perfect composition When a candidate in Shanghai said: I have an unusual hobby-washing dishes, you may not believe it. Many people always feel that washing dishes after a full meal is a burden. Just as some people don't want to wash clothes after taking a shower, they always finish washing in a hurry. Because of this, we ignore some trivial beauty in life. Everyone else suffers from washing dishes, but I enjoy it alone. Soak greasy dishes in a basin full of bubbles, wipe them carefully with a thick rag, and then rinse them with clear water, so that the originally greasy dishes become smooth and clean immediately. The blue-edged porcelain bowls covered with water drops were neatly stacked by me, as if they were exquisite works of art, and then I wiped off the water drops and felt a sense of accomplishment. More importantly, after the oil was washed away, I felt as if something in my heart had gone with the water and become delicate and fresh. I wonder if you have ever felt that kind of pleasure? Every morning, the whole family is as busy as a bee. Adults are busy with work and children are busy with their studies. The rice bowls used by a family are always washed by the last person to leave, sometimes even until evening. Lunch is handled separately at work or school, so only dinner symbolizes family reunion and relaxation. After dinner, washing dishes naturally became an opportunity for me to express my filial piety. I always liked it. While washing dishes, talking and laughing with my family, I don't feel tired at all. If the tune of "Wash and Brush" is playing on TV at this moment, I will dance and knock on the bowl with chopsticks on a whim and hum and sway with the music. Occasionally, I look up at the window and see thousands of lights, thinking that maybe every light has the same atmosphere, and I can't help but be intoxicated. In the warm light, each bowl actually has a blue and white halo flowing on it. From time to time, my heart will be filled with a little warmth and a little satisfaction. For me, washing dishes is not only a housework, but also a way to nourish my life. Whenever friends and relatives eat, the question after a full meal is "Who washes the dishes". I said, "I'll wash it. I have this hobby. " So people call me "hardworking humor". Ha ha ha, with this reputation, why not? Someone said to me, "If you were a dishwasher, you wouldn't be so happy." I think so, too. Only such a beautiful family life can make me savor trivial and unusual sweetness. I didn't expect that such a small thing as washing dishes would enable the author to write such a beautiful "big article". Both the process of washing dishes and the details of washing dishes are spread out without affectation. For example, when washing dishes, "sticky dishes immediately become smooth and clean", which is very appropriate; Another example is that after washing the dishes, the phrase "there is a blue and white halo flowing in the bowl" is beautiful; When describing inner feelings, the phrase "a little warmth and a little satisfaction" is more realistic. Finally, when everyone regards washing dishes as my "diligence and humor", the sentence "Why not use this good name to do it" shows the author's thoughts and feelings of loving labor and life to the fullest. The mother of a candidate in Shanghai is very happy, but recently she is very haggard. Yes, she is too tired for this family! My mother is very busy with work and housework. I am in junior high school, which makes her very worried. Today is a holiday, so mom should have a good rest. To this end, I have been thinking: What can I do for my mother? Look around: clothes, mother has washed them; The floor, mother has polished it to reflect the figure; Mom has bought it, washed it, cut it, and is waiting for the pot. Well, there's nothing I can do. I lay idle on the sofa, picked up a magazine and turned it casually. Suddenly, a line of small words caught my eye: "Combing your hair can activate blood, eliminate fatigue and refresh your mind. Long-term adherence to combing your hair is good for your physical and mental health ... ""Eliminate fatigue? " I feel refreshed at the sight of it. Yes, why not give mom a "right medicine"? I mysteriously walked up to my mother with a comb and said, "Mom, I know you have been tired for some time. Sit on the sofa and have a rest. I'll comb your hair. The book says that combing your hair can eliminate fatigue. " Mother leaned back on the sofa obediently and closed her eyes happily. I took a comb along my mother's hair and gently combed it from the middle to both sides. Suddenly, I was surprised to find that my mother's bright black hair was mixed with a few harsh silver wires. What's going on here? You know, mom is not forty years old yet! Oh, it's all for our family! The hand holding the comb doesn't work at all. The careful mother obviously noticed this and quickly asked, "Baby, what's wrong with you?" I quickly rubbed my eyes with my hand and said, "No, nothing, a hair touched my eyes." Say that finish, and continue to comb. "ouch!" Mother suddenly let out a cry softly, and the voice was very small, but I still heard it. It turns out that the comb caught some of my mother's hair. I quickly slowed down and combed slowly with my heart. Mother closed her eyes and was completely immersed in this extremely warm atmosphere. As time went by, I stretched myself and just wanted to say, "All right!" "when I saw my mother's comfortable and satisfied expression, I couldn't bear to stop, so I leaned down and gently combed it ... the sheep had the grace of kneeling and the crow had the meaning of feeding back. When the sweetest bond in the world has gradually become a luxury, I sincerely call: filial piety can't wait, even if it is a foot wash, a warm word and a comb. My heart is always happy when I comb my mother's hair. A short comment Sometimes, a sentence, a smiling face and an action can suddenly make an article colorful. This article only tells a scene of combing hair, but due to personal experience and real feelings, ordinary events have become dazzling. The success of this composition lies in the description of details, such as describing the scene where "I" helped my mother comb her hair. Through the two actions of "leaning" and "closing", her happiness suddenly jumped to the page. For another example, when "I" found my mother's white hair, the details of "rubbing my eyes with my hands" showed the complex psychology that "I" was moved but wanted to hide. However, the candidate did not stop there, but continued to move forward. At the same time, they "bent down and gently combed up" and sent out such deep feelings as "the sheep has the meaning of kneeling and the crow has the meaning of feeding back". In this way, little things will have the brilliance of thoughts and emotions. The grandfather of a candidate in Shanghai is very happy. He is an old Chinese medicine practitioner, and his home is always filled with all kinds of Chinese medicines. I always like to sit on a stool and watch grandpa grind medicine and cook soup quietly. My heart was drunk when wisps of medicine gas gradually filled the whole room. When I was a child, I used to play in grandpa's drugstore. Tall and sturdy counters, dark brown paint and yellow and outdated labels are the "scenery" of pharmacies. A small scale and a pair of skillful hands shuttle between heavy medicine boxes, which is probably grandpa's daily work. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he might be wondering if someone picked these herbs gently in the distant mountains, then dried them and tasted them. He often puts one or two pieces of licorice into my mouth like a magician, and the sweetness lingers on my tongue, as if life is full of joy. I spent my childhood drinking bowls of brown medicine soup. Grandpa's rickety back, the gas coming out of the medicine jar, and the blue flame licking the bottom of the medicine jar are all fixed in the fragments of time. At that time, grandpa always held a white porcelain bowl and two pieces of rock sugar in his hand, smiled and handed it to me, saying, "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness. Be good, just drink it. "However, I often willfully knock over the medicine bowl, which makes my grandfather very worried. On my deathbed, I can only kill time by reading and painting, so I know many beautiful names from the old Chinese herbal medicine books at home, including angelica dahurica, Pinellia ternata, aster and indigo naturalis ... Grandpa took pains to tell me their efficacy. I often think that they must have been gentle and beautiful women in previous lives, and then they became these herbs to give patients the greatest comfort, otherwise how could they have such a beautiful name? The poor figure of Sister Lin in A Dream of Red Mansions is even more touching because of the fragrance of medicine. Drink aromatherapy in summer and rock candy bird's nest in winter ... Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the secret room looks so different. When I grew up, my grandfather and I went to the countryside to collect herbs. It was sunny or light rain all the way. Grandpa was carrying a basket, rubbing herbs and smelling them carefully. On the way back, I still can't forget the cheerful spirit of those drugstore owners, big or small, when they saw grandpa. This medicinal fragrance, like a unique melody, is scattered in every corner of the city and countryside, bringing me happiness and health. The bitter medicinal fragrance has already become the most mellow aftertaste and fragrance in my heart. It is accompanied by grandpa's love, meticulous and soft, soaking my life. Now that I think about it, my heart is as good as before! For such an excellent work, I'm afraid there is only one candidate in Shanghai who can concentrate on Chinese medicine. The reason why candidates can come easily is entirely because of their unique experiences and opinions. If there is no grandfather who is a Chinese medicine practitioner, has no unusual contact with Chinese medicine and has no deep feelings for Chinese medicine, it is difficult to write this excellent Examination Room. Good material and good cutting angle. Candidates don't like Chinese medicine since childhood, which leads to grandpa's poor care for himself; Then, in the plot of reading a drug book during my illness, I explained my understanding of Chinese medicine, especially the narrative about Sister Lin, which was derived from the name of Chinese medicine, which added many details and cultural charm to the article. Finally, on the way back from collecting medicine, others will admire grandpa. The content of the article is rich and colorful, and the emotion is promoted step by step, so that the happy and beautiful feelings of the characters are truly natural and beautiful. A student in Shanghai was very happy and finally got rid of the exercise. She was as limp as a discouraged ball. Gently rubbing your sore and tired eyes and gently holding your sore forehead, I can't help but sigh gently ... With the approach of the senior high school entrance examination, the requirements for teachers are becoming more and more strict. Gradually, she was a little overwhelmed and unable to cope. In meditation, she couldn't help looking out of the small window. Outside the window, an idyllic beauty immediately caught her eye. The green shoots, the budding cauliflower and the newly sprouted saplings ... all these deeply pierced her heart and her spirit immediately cheered up. She hummed the poem "Green Willow and Dark Flowers" by Juyuan Yang in the Tang Dynasty. What a wonderful poem, like a sweet and clear mountain spring, instantly moistened her heart and soothed her boredom and burnout. She stared at the beautiful spring scenery, deeply and stupidly immersed in it. For a long time, she opened a window. In an instant, a fresh air came to my face, refreshing. She took a deep breath of this spring and got carried away. "What a wonderful world outside!" She sings. At this moment, all the complaints, troubles and worries vanished. The boundless world outside the window propped up her narrow spiritual space and broke the rules she set for herself. She only felt that for a moment, she was as light as a swallow, as if she were going to fly. She leaned out and sang loudly, and the birds chirped and danced with her cheerful melody. Her heart is full of joy and excitement. At the moment, she feels like a boat that has unloaded a heavy burden and set sail, full of energy, passion and hope. "Oh," she sighed, a sigh of infinite satisfaction. She blinked her big black eyes. When she stared out of the window, two strange expressions appeared in her eyes. Then she seems to be mumbling, and she seems to be pouring out her thoughts: "Let go, get out of yourself, the world outside the window is wonderful! Don't tie yourself up, get out-"She casually tossed her head and shrugged her shoulders. Outside the window, the sun is shining and birds are chirping; In the fields, green waves are undulating and full of vitality. Everything is full of vitality. At that moment, her heart was full of joy and warmth. Oh, the girl sitting in front of the window is none other than this girl! The short comments also tell a beautiful story, but the candidates in this paper use a lot of pen and ink to render their anguish. This idea method of reverse cut-in not only has the effect of brilliant writing, but also makes ordinary content have new ideas. Different from other articles, this paper has a gradual process of psychological display of alacrity. In order to write this emotional change naturally and truly, candidates obviously spent some time thinking. The hero saw the scene outside the window for the first time, and the article said, "It soothed my boredom and burnout"; When intoxicated with it, the article said that "the body is as light as a swallow, as if to fly"; Finally, when she shook her head freely, the feeling of warmth and joy was beyond words. Because of the strong bedding, the expression of emotion also appears real and natural. What is even more ingenious is that the examinee's pen turned and fell on himself at the end, which is really wonderful. Agree with 9| Comments (5)

Report | 2012-11-2213:17531086685 | I have written several such essays for your reference. The sun is shining. It's another sunny afternoon. I sat on the wide swing in the yard and sang. The fragrance is thin, the vines are full of flowers, and the ruby yellow core and crimson petals complement each other, setting off a touch of joy. This is grandpa's paradise. I often like to stay in this small yard, listening to the birds, playing with flowers and listening to my grandfather's call. Grandpa grinned at once and said, "naughty boy, if you tease the flowers like this, the bees will sting you." Touch my head with one hand. My hands were covered with dew. Under the sunlight, the sky was bright, with a faint fragrance. I rushed to my nose. I have an inexplicable tenderness in my heart, but I smiled blankly and didn't think much. Flowers, colorful, are like the joy of giggling with a lollipop in one hand and grandpa's help in the other, but they tell me that it should be quiet, not like when I was a child. Charan, I look at it. My grandfather's figure is slow and thin. Not far away, it seems to be a big tree, and its branches are bathed in the sun, which is very quiet. Thoughts are flying. Once, a silent figure contained profound meaning. Wearing a bell around her neck and holding grandpa's hand, Lingling walked along and enjoyed the innocence of her childhood. He held my hand tightly, his temples were blown away by the wind, and he looked at me with a little smile. However, I am willing to meet his eyes, hold his hand and enjoy the warmth of being cared for. Then, I saw the spring between grandpa's eyebrows, which aroused each other's smiles. Today's grandfather, still silent, stands behind a thin figure with deep love. He doesn't know how to convey this beautiful love, is it hope in front of polished floor-to-ceiling glass, or gaze in a light and strong tea, or a shallow smile in a small fragrant garden? Pass it on and turn that full love into my silent touch behind my back. My heart is full of joy. The wind is blowing like a gentle rain. Grandpa smiled, so did I. In the warm sunshine, grandpa's teeth sparkled and his heart was full of joy. The third day of Shanghai Luochuan School in Putuo District, Shanghai: dreaming. Green leaves are becoming more and more colorful under the moisture of rain and dew; Red flowers become more gorgeous in the sunshine. When immersed in the family atmosphere, you get more growth-the growth of beauty in your heart. I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and the weather was fine. The bright moon hangs in the sky with a faint halo. All the clouds in the sky gather together, and the moon passes through this thin smoke like silk. Or shine like pearls on the lake, or cover the whole lawn with silver gauze like cicadas. The lake in the distance is dotted with sporadic boats, and the swaying lights add a bit of poetry to this quiet picture. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it is laughing. A family of five sat together and talked about the past. Listening to my grandfather's story about farmland, my mother laughed at my anecdotes when I was young. A mouthful of green tea swallowed the usual noise; Nuts and honey scattered on the table smell of happiness. The moonlight touched my face, and I felt flattered and beautiful for this family. But then, everyone got busy. Grandparents go back to their hometown because of the past, and parents often work hard outside because of their busy work. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm alone. I don't know when my family left me. Because I don't understand, this indifference to my family has climbed into my heart. At night, every household is brightly lit, talking and laughing. I am the only one walking on the boulevard. Clouds float into the distance in the breeze, as if to convey blessings to people. Walking home slowly, there was a letter from my hometown in the mailbox, which was sent by my grandfather. Not much to say, just a blessing, and remind me that it's cold and put on more clothes. "Tick-tock", my mobile phone received a short message: "There is your favorite bean paste pie on the coffee table. Just try it. -mom "suddenly relieved. No matter how busy my family is, they always remember me. They are very busy. Aren't they just working hard for me? When you think about it, the moon is always sunny and round, but in fact it is always perfect. Families are separated, but hearts are always together. Another touch of moonlight touched my face, and my heart was full of joy. I feel beautiful for this family. It has been three nights since I grew up. I sat at my desk silently, staring at my mobile phone for a while, filled with anxiety. The day before I left school, my classmate Stefanie Li promised to send me a short message tonight. For this message, I put my first kiss behind my head ... My mobile phone trembled, a glimmer flashed, my heart was pounding, and I grabbed my mobile phone eagerly. It's a text message from Stefanie Li! Looking at the message, at that moment, sadness came from the message, and I couldn't stop crying. "What's the matter" and "What's the matter", with a series of anxious worries, my father, mother, grandfather and grandmother all crowded into my hut. "Pit dad ~ ~ ~" I handed my mobile phone to my father and sobbed and said, "I got up earlier than the chicken, slept later than the ghost, and did more than the cow. If I want to write something bitter and deeply resentful, I can, but I must write something flattering. If it's not a lie, I just want to make it up and I can't make it up ... "Look at the message, I will write it. I argued with tears in my eyes. My father touched my head and said, "Son, you were really born in a new society. You grew up under the red flag and soaked in honey. You don't know when you will be blessed! Now look at foreign countries. There are economic crises everywhere, such as Greek crisis, Spanish crisis and Italian crisis. People there are living in dire straits. As for us, the national economy has developed and people's income has stabilized, while dad's salary has not changed for more than ten years. When I thought about it, my father didn't mention how beautiful it was! " Mom also smiled and said, "Yes, son, you do your homework all day and don't know much about the beauty of society." In fact, watching you grow up in those years, my mother was happy for you on the one hand, and felt that she wanted someone to be near middle age on the other hand, and she was very uncomfortable. Recently, the relevant departments indicated that the retirement age should be raised to 65-68. My mother is very happy. She feels that she is a teenager again. When she thought that she could still be called a young man at the age of 60, her mother laughed in her dream and her heart was full of joy. Grandpa coughed and said, "Little girl, what am I thinking?" This topic is a little close to life. How can it be said that it is very hard to write? "Say grandpa, retired for so many years, watching the country's economic development, feel old and sick. I can't make any contribution to the country's construction except using grandpa's old lungs to help purify some air every morning. I'm worried! Great, the relevant departments said that property tax will be levied, and grandpa can use his meager pension to contribute more taxes to the grand goal of becoming the world's largest economy. I feel proud and happy. " Grandma wiped away my tears with a paper towel, hugged me and said, "This child, what is the pain of reading?" Grandma was poor when she was a child and couldn't afford to read, but she envied those children who had books to read. Now grandma prepares three meals a day for you at home, and she has learned a lot, such as aflatoxin soy milk, clenbuterol pork, phenylpotassium steamed bread, dioxin eggs, melamine milk, sulfur and garlic, blue alum cucumber, formaldehyde cabbage, mercury mushroom, formalin beef louver, Flammulina velutipes with sulfur dioxide, potassium bromate steamed bread, sodium hydrogen sulfate formaldehyde vermicelli, Sudan red salted duck eggs, malachite green tea and so on. Grandma looked at the porcelain on the tip of her tongue. There is a lot of food in it. There must be a lot of chemistry knowledge that grandma doesn't know. Grandma is going to eat until she is old. She wants to be a chemist when she is old. Grandma doesn't want to mention how beautiful she is. "Listening to the persuasion of my father, mother, grandfather and grandmother, I was in a good mood and said to them," I know how to write, so you should turn off the lights and rest early. " "In order to help us attach importance to environmental protection, relevant departments are preparing to introduce a new electricity price policy, and we should also consciously participate in environmental protection activities." In the dark, I think I can study not only in school, but also in cram school. I can read junior high school books in primary school, senior high school books in junior high school, and I can participate in many competitions. How happy I am! I fell asleep with tears in my eyes ... 4 Ding Ding, "The exam time is still 15 minutes. Please answer the question quickly. " The harsh voice came from the radio, and the hand holding the pen held it tighter, his brow wrinkled unconsciously and his heart thumped. "What should I do?" I gave a silent cry in my mind. There is still one question to be done, and 15 minutes. Look at this multiple-choice question in front of me. I have nothing to say except myself. I've done it before, but now I just can't. I'm really anxious. When I looked at the watch on the table, I couldn't help feeling hot and in tears. I wipe my hands with the paper towel on the table. "Ding-ding, there are still five minutes before this exam." It was another harsh voice, and I couldn't help biting myself. At this time, an idea came to my mind: why not peek at other people's papers? I shook my head. No, as a master, it is wrong to peek at other people's papers, which will make people laugh. But, think about it, who knows? Besides, if you don't do well in the exam, it will make people laugh! Looking at the pointer of the watch, the contradiction in my heart is getting bigger and bigger. I seem to be divided into two parts, one is bright, the other is dark, and the two groups are arguing fiercely. I shook my head desperately to keep calm. I thought of the trust of teachers and classmates, and saw the strong characters on the blackboard: "Be a civilized person after the integrity test. At this moment, I thought of my mother's loving eyes ..." Ding Ding began to wind up. "I handed the test paper to the teacher with both hands. Yes, I have made up my mind. The next day, the test paper arrived as scheduled, and the white test paper was printed with bright red 98 points. Although it is not a perfect score or the first place, my heart is still full of joy. Because I didn't throw it away-honesty. I used to be flattered by the first place, and I used to be flattered by the success, but now I understand that the source of euphoria is not only the first place, but also my success and precious integrity. Once the first and success will fade with the passage of time, but honesty will always accompany us and make our life better. The second day of No.1 Middle School in Xuyi County, Huai 'an City, Jiangsu Province: Under the moonlight, Germany agreed to welcome students to share their compositions, exercises, diaries and prizes! I played hard and my hands are sore ~ Give me a thumb ~ Thank you.

Green leaves are becoming more and more colorful under the moisture of rain and dew; Red flowers become more gorgeous in the sunshine. When immersed in the family atmosphere, you get more growth-the growth of beauty in your heart. I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and the weather was fine. The bright moon hangs in the sky with a faint halo. All the clouds in the sky gather together, and the moon passes through this thin smoke like silk. Or shine like pearls on the lake, or cover the whole lawn with silver gauze like cicadas. The lake in the distance is dotted with sporadic boats, and the swaying lights add a bit of poetry to this quiet picture. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, it is laughing. A family of five sat together and talked about the past. Listening to my grandfather's story about farmland, my mother laughed at my anecdotes when I was young. A mouthful of green tea swallowed the usual noise; Nuts and honey scattered on the table smell of happiness. The moonlight touched my face, and I felt flattered and beautiful for this family. But then, everyone got busy. Grandparents go back to their hometown because of the past, and parents often work hard outside because of their busy work. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I'm alone. I don't know when my family left me. Because I don't understand, this indifference to my family has climbed into my heart. At night, every household is brightly lit, talking and laughing. I am the only one walking on the boulevard. Clouds float into the distance in the breeze, as if to convey blessings to people. Walking home slowly, there was a letter from my hometown in the mailbox, which was sent by my grandfather. Not much to say, just a blessing, and remind me that it's cold and put on more clothes. "Tick-tock", my mobile phone received a short message: "There is your favorite bean paste pie on the coffee table. Just try it. -mom "suddenly relieved. No matter how busy my family is, they always remember me. They are very busy. Aren't they just working hard for me? When you think about it, the moon is always sunny and round, but in fact it is always perfect. Families are separated, but hearts are always together.