“但愿人长久，千里共婵娟”
May we live together for a long time, sharing the beauty of a thousand miles
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“举头望明月，低头思故乡。”“明月几时有，把酒问青天。”人们用月亮来思念家乡，思念亲朋好友。我的心中，也有一颗小小的“月亮”，而它，又是思念谁的呢？
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. When will the bright moon appear? Ask the blue sky for wine. People use the moon to miss their hometown and their relatives and friends. In my heart, there is also a small 'moon', and who does it miss?
屋外的树林慢慢静寂下来，蝉鸣渐渐消失，月早已攀着树梢，升了上来。月光透过窗户打在洁白的帘上，细微的光影折射在桌台上，台子上点着一盏小灯，望着那灯，我的思绪便慢慢飘出了窗外……
The forest outside slowly fell silent, the cicadas' chirping gradually disappeared, and the moon had already climbed up the treetops. The moonlight shone through the window on the pure white curtain, and the subtle light and shadow reflected on the table. A small lamp was lit on the table, and as I looked at it, my thoughts slowly drifted out of the window
她，一袭青色布衫，一支玉馨盘绕在脑后，头发早已被岁月打磨的花白。但她的身子骨依旧那么硬朗。
She was dressed in a blue cloth shirt, with a jade flower coiled around her head, and her hair had long been polished white by time. But her body remains as strong as ever.
雪还在下着，屋檐上的雪堆积在一起，一会儿又一起落下。我哆嗦着，搓着手。“丫头，吃饭喽！”一缕缕青烟从烟卤里冒出，一会儿便消失在雪中。我加快脚步，走进厨房。奶奶见了我，一脸笑呵呵：“快洗手，来吃饭！”我只好极不情愿地走到水池旁，去洗手。冬天的水，是那样的冰冷。饭桌上，是简单的两菜一汤，热气腾腾，洋溢的热气中有浓浓的爱的味道……
The snow is still falling, piled up on the eaves, and soon falls together again. I trembled and rubbed my hands. Girl, let's eat! "Wisps of green smoke emerged from the smoke and disappeared into the snow in a moment. I quickened my pace and walked into the kitchen. My grandmother saw me and smiled, "Wash your hands quickly, come eat!" I reluctantly walked to the sink to wash my hands. The water in winter is so cold. On the dining table, there were simple two dishes and one soup, steaming hot with a strong scent of love in the overflowing heat
午后的阳光是温暖的，像奶奶的大手，轻柔的抚摸着我，到了下午，我和奶奶在街上闲转，谁能想到，当天街上竟有卖糖人儿的。我嘴馋的盯着那个糖人师傅手里的小糖人，奶奶轻轻地拽住了我的小辫，大声地喊住了卖糖人儿的：“师傅，拿一个糖人儿。”我挑了一个最大的，然后边走边吃，把它一会儿放到前面一会儿又举到头顶，生怕别人看不到，望着其他孩子羡慕的神情，我满足极了，时不时会告诉一些人：“这是奶奶给我买的。”奶奶却也只是跟在我后面，面上挂着微笑……
The afternoon sunshine is warm, like my grandmother's big hand, gently caressing me. In the afternoon, my grandmother and I were strolling on the street. Who would have thought that there would be candy sellers on the street that day. I stared greedily at the little candy figurine in the hands of the candy master. My grandmother gently grabbed my braid and shouted loudly at the candy seller, "Master, bring me a candy figurine." I picked out the largest one and ate it while walking, putting it in front of me and holding it up to my head, afraid that others wouldn't see it. Looking at the envious expressions of other children, I was extremely satisfied and would occasionally tell some people, "This is what my grandmother bought for me." However, my grandmother just followed me with a smile on her face
思绪又弯弯绕绕回到桌前，抬手，触到面上一片冰凉。月，还是那样，悄悄地，挂在枝头上。然而我的思绪又将会飘走吗？会飘向天边的明月？还是深爱的奶奶？
My thoughts curved back to the table, I raised my hand and felt a chill on my face. The moon, still like that, quietly hangs on the branch. But will my thoughts drift away again? Will it float towards the bright moon in the sky? Or the beloved grandmother?