中秋夜,月光明净如水,静静泻于万物之上,安谧又带着淡淡的哀愁。城郊一户农家小院中,酒盏在光影交错中叮当作响,剥开的橘柚散出丝丝清香。人们在桌前围坐,欢声笑语在小院的空气中升腾,融入清冷月色,温暖如冬日里的炉火,羡煞一旁的梨花树。这大概就是人们所说的“天伦之乐”吧。就在这阖家团圆之时,爸爸却拉着我,离开这温暖的院落,来到小院背后的小山坡。“爸爸,为什么带我到这儿来?”我疑惑地问。 Mid-autumn night, the moon is clear and water, quiet and diarrhea on top of everything, quiet and with a touch of sadness. Outskirts of a farm courtyard, the wine jingle in the light and shade staggered, peeled orange grapefruit scattered scent. People sitting around the table, laughter rising in the air in the courtyard, into the cold moonlight, warm as the fire in winter, envy the side of the pear tree. This is probably what people call “happiness”. Just when the family reunion, my father took me away from the warm courtyard, came to the small courtyard behind the hillside. “Dad, why do you take me here?” I asked with doubt.