A composition about seeing things and thinking about people

1. Mid-Autumn Festival when seeing things and thinking about people

In front of the flowers and under the moon, a bright moon hangs high in the sky. Based on the space, I suddenly felt a sense of desolation and sadness. Maybe this is the artistic conception of autumn. Since ancient times, in the sad autumn leaves, the falling red turns into dust and dirt, why aren't people like this?

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and five or six spring and autumn years have passed before I know it. I still remember that it was grandma’s last Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival came again in a blink of an eye, so that people would not see the moon again and miss each other.

I vaguely remember that the moon at that time was not as bright as it is now. The faint moonlight shone down and reflected the white silver thread on my grandma's head, but it looked particularly dazzling. At that time, grandma was sitting in front of the door looking at the moon. She didn't know what she was thinking. She only heard a mixture of sighs and coughs. My family did not grow up in this city, but immigrated here. Originally, my hometown was in the countryside. In addition to an old house, there was also a small courtyard. In the courtyard was a grapefruit tree that had grown for a long time, probably planted by my grandma. Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, my grandma always asks me to move out a few chairs and stools and place them in the yard. She said: "Someone will come and look at the big and round moon with us." I always believed it because grandma was right every time. Later, many people came to look at the moon together. Chat homely. I am very familiar with these people, they are all neighbors.

Let’s talk about mooncakes. At that time, we were sitting under the tree and chatting. Because I was still young, I didn’t know much about what they were talking about. I only heard one or two words of praise for me occasionally. When I was a child, my mother was often away from home, leaving me with my grandma. I was very obedient and my grandma treated me the best. Make the neighbors envious of grandma. I looked at the mooncakes beside me, but my mouth was watering. It was made by myself at home. The ingredients were very simple, just flour, eggs, and bean paste, but it was still very appetizing. Of course my grandma and neighbors saw me drooling while looking at the mooncakes, and naturally they laughed. Grandma took one out of the mooncake and put it in my mouth, and I ate it with gusto.

2. Mid-Autumn Festival composition about seeing things and thinking about people

In front of the flowers and under the moon, a bright moon hangs high in the sky. Depending on the space, I suddenly felt a sense of desolation and sadness. Maybe this is the artistic conception of autumn. Since ancient times, in the sad autumn leaves, the falling red turns into dust and dirt, why aren't people like this?

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and five or six spring and autumn years have passed before I know it. I still remember that it was grandma’s last Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival came again in a blink of an eye, so that people could not see the moon again and miss each other again.

I vaguely remember that the moon at that time was not as bright as it is now. The faint moonlight shone down and reflected the white silver thread on my grandma's head, but it looked particularly dazzling. At that time, grandma was sitting in front of the door and looking at the moon. She didn't know what she was thinking. She only heard a mixture of sighs and coughs. My family did not grow up in this city, but immigrated here. Originally, my hometown was in the countryside. In addition to an old house, there was also a small courtyard. In the courtyard was a grapefruit tree that had grown for a long time, probably planted by my grandma. Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, my grandma always asks me to move out a few chairs and stools and place them in the yard. She said: "Someone will come and look at the big, round moon with us." I always believed it, because grandma was right every time. Later, many people came to look at the moon together. Chat homely. I am very familiar with these people, they are all neighbors.

Let’s talk about mooncakes. At that time, we were sitting under the tree and chatting. Because I was still young, I didn’t know much about what they were talking about. I only heard one or two words of praise for me occasionally. When I was a child, my mother was often away from home, leaving me with my grandma. I was very obedient and my grandma treated me the best. Make the neighbors envious of grandma. I looked at the mooncakes beside me, but my mouth was watering. It was made by myself at home. The ingredients were very simple, just flour, eggs, and bean paste, but it was still very appetizing. Of course my grandma and neighbors saw me drooling while looking at the mooncakes, and naturally they laughed. Grandma took one out of the mooncake and put it in my mouth, and I ate it with gusto.

"Child, come here, come to grandma." Grandma propped herself up, wanting to let me pass.

I walked over, and grandma looked at me and sighed again, "Child, you are already so old. Do you remember the big yard before? Do you remember the moon before? Do you remember the moon cakes before?" I clicked. nodded. "It's a pity that the moon here is not rounder and brighter than ours, and the mooncakes are not as good as those made by ourselves." I nodded again. After grandma finished speaking, she just looked at me and then at the moon. He turned around and walked towards the house step by step with feeble steps. I looked at the moon again, and I didn’t understand why grandma said the moon here wasn’t round and bright?

That night, grandma left. I don't know why, but I didn't cry at that time. Until now, I understand a little bit. Maybe grandma went home at that time, returned to the yard, chatted with the neighbors, and ate mooncakes.

This is the second Mid-Autumn Festival without my grandma. When I eat the mooncakes I bought, I always feel bland and lack the joy and excitement of my childhood. Look at the moon. It seems that it is neither round nor bright as grandma said. Maybe like grandma, it’s because I feel like there’s no one around me.

Now is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Looking at the bright moon in the sky will never be forgotten. When I was a child, I would linger under the grapefruit tree for my grandma’s mooncakes.

Seeing the moon and missing people.

3. Mid-Autumn Festival when seeing things and thinking about people

In front of the flowers and under the moon, a bright moon hangs high in the sky. Depending on the space, I suddenly felt a sense of desolation and sadness. Maybe this is the artistic conception of autumn. Since ancient times, in the sad autumn leaves, the falling red turns into dust and dirt, why aren't people like this?

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and five or six spring and autumn years have passed before I know it. I still remember that it was grandma’s last Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival came again in a blink of an eye, so that people could not see the moon again and miss each other again.

I vaguely remember that the moon at that time was not as bright as it is now. The faint moonlight shone down and reflected the white silver thread on my grandma's head, but it looked particularly dazzling. At that time, grandma was sitting in front of the door and looking at the moon. She didn't know what she was thinking. She only heard a mixture of sighs and coughs. My family did not grow up in this city, but immigrated here. Originally, my hometown was in the countryside. In addition to an old house, there was also a small courtyard. In the courtyard was a grapefruit tree that had grown for a long time, probably planted by my grandma. Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, my grandma always asks me to move out a few chairs and stools and place them in the yard. She said: "Someone will come and look at the big, round moon with us." I always believed it, because grandma was right every time. Later, many people came to look at the moon together. Chat homely. I am very familiar with these people, they are all neighbors.

Let’s talk about mooncakes. At that time, we were sitting under the tree and chatting. Because I was still young, I didn’t know much about what they were talking about. I only heard one or two words of praise for me occasionally. When I was a child, my mother was often away from home, leaving me with my grandma. I was very obedient and my grandma treated me the best. Make the neighbors envious of grandma. I looked at the mooncakes beside me, but my mouth was watering. It was made by myself at home. The ingredients were very simple, just flour, eggs, and bean paste, but it was still very appetizing. Of course my grandma and neighbors saw me drooling while looking at the mooncakes, and naturally they laughed. Grandma took one out of the mooncake and put it in my mouth, and I ate it with gusto.

"Child, come here, come to grandma." Grandma propped herself up, wanting to let me pass. I walked over, and grandma looked at me and sighed again, "Child, you are already so old. Do you remember the big yard before? Do you remember the moon before? Do you remember the moon cakes before?" I clicked. nodded. "It's a pity that the moon here is not rounder and brighter than ours, and the mooncakes are not as good as those made by ourselves." I nodded again. After grandma finished speaking, she just looked at me and then at the moon. He turned around and walked towards the house step by step with feeble steps. I looked at the moon again, and I didn’t understand why grandma said the moon here wasn’t round and bright?

That night, grandma left. I don't know why, but I didn't cry at that time. Until now, I understand a little bit. Maybe grandma went home at that time, returned to the yard, chatted with the neighbors, and ate mooncakes.

This is the second Mid-Autumn Festival without my grandma. When I eat the mooncakes I bought, I always feel bland and lack the joy and excitement of my childhood. Look at the moon. It seems that it is neither round nor bright as grandma said. Maybe like grandma, it’s because I feel like there’s no one around me.

Now is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Looking at the bright moon in the sky will never be forgotten. When I was a child, I would linger under the grapefruit tree for my grandma’s mooncakes.