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我,是一位留守儿童。我坐在窗前,看着那一轮洁白的明月,心里有一丝苦涩。今天是一个重要的日子——不仅是我的生日,也是中秋节。此时此刻,我觉得月亮发出的光是那样刺眼。月是团圆的象征,而我身边却只有一位上了年纪的老人,我的父母远在北京,可能一年都见不上一面。“吃饭喽!”奶奶的声音把我拉回了现实。夜更黑了,月亮也更加刺眼。我看着那满桌的饭菜,却怎么也吃不下去。奶奶端上来一盘月饼,我看着那圆圆的月饼,心中顿时冒出一股无名之火,心想:爸爸妈妈都不在,这月饼
I am a left-behind child. I sat in front of the window, watching the white moon, my heart a bit of bitter. Today is an important day - not only my birthday but also the Mid-Autumn Festival. At this moment, I think the light from the moon is so glaring. The moon is a symbol of reunion, and there is only one elderly man beside me. My parents are far away from Beijing and may not see each other for a year. “Meal myself!” Grandma’s voice pulled me back to reality. The night is darker and the moon is more dazzling. I looked at the table full of meals, but how can not eat it. Grandma end up a moon cake, I looked at that round moon cake, my heart suddenly emerge an unnamed fire, I thought: Mom and Dad are not, this moon cake