"Yellow chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum is fragrant yellow, yellow; Kang; in September nine, drink chrysanthemum wine, were chrysanthemum drunk chongyang." A group of kids clapped their hands, singing familiar songs, holding in a small flag of the double ninth cake, skipping to walk in front of me. Memory cell factory and busy. Just the fragment is not when I was a kid and everyone had the double ninth festival scene?!? Memory is really warm, that tender small face son slightly upturned, bright smile as the beautiful spring sunshine, "grandma, Chung Yeung Festival happy!" "Grandpa, the Double Ninth Festival is happy!" he said, handing me floating in the fragrance of sweet scented osmanthus cake, looking at grandpa grandma to eat cake, secretly secretly lick to lick lips swallowed the swallow saliva, or the greedy kick down to the pressure, and shouted at grandma and grandpa laughed.
Old time hourglass so one point one points, fast and long to thin sand leakage, steady like. The young I have ceased to exist, Chung Yeung Festival still every year a don't worry not slow to come, just can and I share Double Ninth cakes for the elderly have been away for a bit, my grandpa. So I will cherish early bought a double ninth cake, the mellow, fragrant glutinous rice cakes, and a copy of my deep gratitude to convey to my elders, worthy of our respect old people; will together with our deep concern and gratitude sent to the distant place, my dear grandfather.
Tomorrow is Double Ninth Festival, although there is no eat Double Ninth cakes, with its sweet taste, and my sweet memories that stay forever in my heart between.
Old time hourglass so one point one points, fast and long to thin sand leakage, steady like. The young I have ceased to exist, Chung Yeung Festival still every year a don't worry not slow to come, just can and I share Double Ninth cakes for the elderly have been away for a bit, my grandpa. So I will cherish early bought a double ninth cake, the mellow, fragrant glutinous rice cakes, and a copy of my deep gratitude to convey to my elders, worthy of our respect old people; will together with our deep concern and gratitude sent to the distant place, my dear grandfather.
Tomorrow is Double Ninth Festival, although there is no eat Double Ninth cakes, with its sweet taste, and my sweet memories that stay forever in my heart between.
“菊花黃，黃種強(qiáng);菊花香，黃種康;九月九，飲菊酒，人共菊花醉重陽�！币蝗盒∨笥雅闹郑煜さ母柚{，手捧著插著小旗桿的重陽糕，蹦跳著從我面前走過。記憶細(xì)胞工廠又忙碌起來。剛才的那個片段不正是我小時侯和大家一起過重陽節(jié)的場景嗎!?回憶真是親切溫暖，那稚嫩的小臉兒微微仰起，笑容燦爛如春日明媚的陽光，“奶奶，重陽節(jié)快樂!”“爺爺，重陽節(jié)快樂!”說著，遞過飄著桂花香味的糕，看著爺爺奶奶把糕吃完，背地里偷偷地舔了舔嘴角，咽了咽口水，還是把饞勁兒給壓了下去，又沖著爺爺奶奶笑了。
時光老人的沙漏就這樣一點(diǎn)一點(diǎn)，快速而又漫長漏去細(xì)細(xì)的沙粒，細(xì)水長流似的。那個幼小的我已不復(fù)存在，可重陽節(jié)依舊每年一次不急不慢地到來，只是能與我一起分享重陽糕的老人已離去了一位——我的爺爺。于是，我便更加珍惜，早早地買了一份份重陽糕，那圓潤的、有著糯米清香的糕點(diǎn)，和著我的一份濃濃的恩情傳達(dá)給我的長輩們，值得我們尊敬的老人們;一并將我們深深的思念與感恩寄向那遙遠(yuǎn)的地方，我親愛的爺爺。
明天就是重陽節(jié)了，雖然還沒有吃重陽糕，可它那甜蜜的味道，與我甜蜜的回憶就這樣永駐我心間。
