在我童年的记忆里,香甜油酥的月饼是小舅从县城里托人弄到月饼票,再辗转买到手上,节前提前两天送到我家来的。圆圆的纸卷封得很厚实,不到中秋节的晚上,谁也甭想把它打开,就让它静静地躺在我家装麦子的大缸里睡大觉。月到中秋分外明,树影婆娑舞苍穹。中秋月夜,月光如水,静静地漫泄在我家的小院子里。院子里有一棵大榆树,斜对着我 In my childhood memories, sweet pastry cakes are uncle from the county Lituo get mooncake tickets, and then bought the hands, two days in advance sent to my house. The round paper roll was thickly sealed, and no one had wanted to open it until Mid-Autumn Festival evening, so it was lying quietly in the tub of my home-made wheat. Mid-Autumn Festival is exceptionally clear, shaman shadows dancing sky. Mid-Autumn Moonlight Moonlight, water, quietly diffuse in my yard. There is a large elm in the yard, oblique to me