Yang Jiqun: Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown.

Yang Jiqun: Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown. Mid-Autumn Festival, a day full of beauty, romance, and poetry, is my favorite festival of the year. The blue sky...

Yang Jiqun: Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown. Mid-Autumn Festival, a day full of beauty, romance, and poetry, is my favorite festival of the year. The blue sky holds a full moon, and my thoughts immediately fly to the Moon Palace, imagining the beautiful scenes of Chang'e dancing, Wu Gang holding wine, and the Jade Rabbit guarding the tree. The Mid-Autumn Festival is also the harvest season in the world. On harvest days, with crisp autumn air and clear skies, people's mood will be particularly comfortable. I love the Mid-Autumn Festival. Literati throughout the history have written many poems and poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival, praising this beautiful festival. Every day on this day, I will always be immersed in an indescribable thought. The silver moonlight, the elegant sky, and the gentle autumn wind make people feel like "I want to ride the wind back." Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival from childhood to old, I feel the passage of time, and I miss my hometown thousands of miles away. Wherever you go, no matter how far you are from your hometown, your hometown will always be by your side. The old house in your hometown, the old well in the yard and the old locust tree in front of the door will always live in your heart. Looking up at the faint night sky and the round bright moon, the mountains and rivers of your hometown that gave birth to me and raised me are just before your eyes. It is really like "looking up at the moon, looking down at my hometown." The homesickness rising in my heart is so strong that I can't stop talking about it. The Mid-Autumn Festival is the happiest day in childhood. When the Moon Lady rises into the sky, the ground is covered with silver light, hazy and pure. Several children meet to "touch and touch" the vegetables. When they arrive at someone's vegetable field, they gently dig into the corn field and break off the corn, edamame, or other fruits. When the owner pretends to The roar of chasing (the master will not really chase after a child who is "familiar" during this festival), the heart is surprised and happy, running under the moonlight, that kind of childlike joy cannot be found after adulthood, but it is also the most beautiful memory stored in the heart of a lifetime. Every Mid-Autumn Festival after arriving in the United States, the family gathers in the small and exquisite garden of the son-in-law and daughter's home. The moonlight is particularly bright. The family eats moon cakes, fruits, pears, and drinks tea. My grandson told me, "The geographical location of the United States is destined to make the moon feel bigger and rounder than that of China. In addition, the environmental pollution is much less than that of China, so the moonlight is particularly bright." Indeed, looking up at the sky, I really feel that the Moon Queen is there again. Big and round, just like a pearl floating in the boundless blue sea. When I lower my head and look at the smiling faces of my family, I feel an incomparable warmth in my heart. It is a wonderful feeling. At this time, the motherland, hometown, relatives and fellow villagers in the distance all appear in front of my eyes. This is a wanderer's nostalgia for my hometown. I think my relatives must be thinking about me and my family thousands of miles away at this time! At this moment, I pray silently in my heart, hoping that "the moon will always be full, the flowers will always be beautiful, and people will last forever."