The Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the most important traditional holidays in China, and it always brings back sweet memories for me. This year was no exception. The moon was full and bright, casting its silvery glow over everything as if the night itself had been wrapped in a dreamy veil.
As evening approached, my family gathered at our grandparents' house. The air smelled of incense burning and delicious food cooking in the kitchen. My grandmother had prepared a feast fit for kings—roast duck, dumplings, lotus root soup, and all sorts of delicacies that made my mouth water. But what really stood out were the mooncakes. They came in different flavors: red bean paste, lotus seed paste, and even some with egg yolks in the center. Each bite carried a piece of tradition and love.
After dinner, we moved to the backyard where there was a large round table set up under the open sky. Lanterns hung from the branches of the trees, their soft light dancing on the ground. We sat together, sipping tea and talking about life while gazing at the luminous moon. It seemed so close, almost within reach, and I couldn’t help but think of the legend of Chang’e flying to the moon. Was she watching us? Did she miss her home?
Later, my cousins and I played games outside. We chased fireflies, laughed until our stomachs hurt, and tried to guess riddles written on small slips of paper tied to lantern strings. The night felt magical, timeless, as though nothing else mattered except being with loved ones and enjoying the simple joys of life.
When it was time to go home, I walked back under the same starry sky, clutching a box of leftover mooncakes. The festival wasn’t just about eating or celebrating; it was about connection—between people, cultures, and history. As I lay in bed later that night, I stared out the window at the glowing moon, feeling grateful for another unforgettable Mid-Autumn Day.
This is how I spent my Mid-Autumn Festival—a mix of laughter, warmth, and reflection. And though the day has passed, the memories will linger long after the moon fades into the morning mist.
