A short composition about the Mid-Autumn Festival, about 100 words describing the actions

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I am looking forward to its arrival. The Mid-Autumn Festival is celebrated on the 15th day of the eighth lunar month by eating moon cakes and looking at the moon. Sometimes, if you are lucky, you can even see a total lunar eclipse! There are also many legends about the moon: such as Chang'e flying to the moon, Wu Gang cutting down trees, etc. But such festivals make me happy and sad.

Let’s talk about joy first. Whenever there is a festival, our community is filled with joy. When you walk out of the house, you can smell the strong aroma of food. There is a special flavor in the aroma of this kind of food: warm, sweet, and happy. It seems to contain the sweetness carefully prepared by a mother for her children, and it seems to contain the happiness of everyone being reunited during the holidays. This smell will linger in your heart as soon as you smell it, and it won't go away for a long time... If people who are exercising or shopping outside meet each other, they will happily chat and laugh. The children behind their parents took advantage of this free time to play for a while. Whether it's a seesaw or a swing, they can come up with new ways to play. Some older brothers are playing basketball in the basketball court. They are sweating and running around the court. One accurate shot after another made us, the audience, cheer for them again and again.

Unconsciously, noon has arrived. When I got home and looked at those fragrant meals, my appetite was whetted and I ate them to my heart's content. In the afternoon, there was still laughter at home, and the day was slowly passing by.

Let’s talk about why I am worried about the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the silent night, my family went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. A man came to the window alone. The twinkling stars set off the bright moon that day, and it exuded a bright light. With the bright moon in the sky, I missed my late grandpa, grandma, and my uncle who shared my birthday. The book says that after death, people will turn into stars in the sky and look at their loved ones. Which star are my relatives today? How are they doing in heaven? Tears flowed down my face. I remembered the scene when my grandpa protected my grandma and held me.

The moon shines on the earth, and it uses its own light to illuminate us. At this time, the earth is so quiet. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is full of joy and sorrow. I hope that the joy of the next Mid-Autumn Festival will be more intense!