It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival time again. There is a strong sense of neighborliness, full of homesickness, and the past of half a mooncake comes to mind again.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1986, my children and I went to his grandparents’ house to watch TV (there were very few TVs at that time). As a child, I always had a soft spot for TV and had no idea about the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Before he knew it, it was already full moon, and his grandma took out a piece of moon cake and gave it to us two, half for each of us. I was determined not to, and there was indeed some at home at the time. Furthermore, my parents were very strict in their education and could not just accept items from others. His grandpa smiled, called me by my nickname, and said take it if you give it, and you’re welcome. I couldn’t refuse again and again, so I took the half piece of sweet mooncake and ate it with gusto with my friends (we are children after all, No regard for image).
Silent country night, warm neighborliness. On the way home, a full moon hung in the sky, extremely bright, and occasionally a few dogs barked. That beautiful picture is still fixed in my mind.
After I got home, I told my mother what happened. My mother did not blame me, but just told me to remember this kindness and repay it twice as much when I have the opportunity.
Nearly 40 years have passed, and the taste of that half piece of mooncake is still fresh in my memory. There is an important lesson in my life in that mooncake - a little kindness should be repaid by a spring. From then on, traditional virtues sprouted in my heart. .
2022.8.27 in Zhengzhou
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