"Yellow chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum is fragrant yellow, yellow; Kang; in September nine, drink chrysanthemum wine, were chrysanthemum drunk chongyang." A group of kids clapped their hands, singing familiar songs, holding in a small flag of the double ninth cake, skipping to walk in front of me. Memory cell factory and busy. Just the fragment is not when I was a kid and everyone had the double ninth festival scene?!? Memory is really warm, that tender small face son slightly upturned, bright smile as the beautiful spring sunshine, "grandma, Chung Yeung Festival happy!" "Grandpa, the Double Ninth Festival is happy!" he said, handing me floating in the fragrance of sweet scented osmanthus cake, looking at grandpa grandma to eat cake, secretly secretly lick to lick lips swallowed the swallow saliva, or the greedy kick down to the pressure, and shouted at grandma and grandpa laughed.
Old time hourglass so one point one points, fast and long to thin sand leakage, steady like. The young I have ceased to exist, Chung Yeung Festival still every year a don't worry not slow to come, just can and I share Double Ninth cakes for the elderly have been away for a bit, my grandpa. So I will cherish early bought a double ninth cake, the mellow, fragrant glutinous rice cakes, and a copy of my deep gratitude to convey to my elders, worthy of our respect old people; will together with our deep concern and gratitude sent to the distant place, my dear grandfather.
Tomorrow is Double Ninth Festival, although there is no eat Double Ninth cakes, with its sweet taste, and my sweet memories that stay forever in my heart between.
Old time hourglass so one point one points, fast and long to thin sand leakage, steady like. The young I have ceased to exist, Chung Yeung Festival still every year a don't worry not slow to come, just can and I share Double Ninth cakes for the elderly have been away for a bit, my grandpa. So I will cherish early bought a double ninth cake, the mellow, fragrant glutinous rice cakes, and a copy of my deep gratitude to convey to my elders, worthy of our respect old people; will together with our deep concern and gratitude sent to the distant place, my dear grandfather.
Tomorrow is Double Ninth Festival, although there is no eat Double Ninth cakes, with its sweet taste, and my sweet memories that stay forever in my heart between.
“菊花黄，黄种强;菊花香，黄种康;九月九，饮菊酒，人共菊花醉重阳。”一群小朋友拍着手，唱着熟悉的歌谣，手捧着插着小旗杆的重阳糕，蹦跳着从我面前走过。记忆细胞工厂又忙碌起来。刚才的那个片段不正是我小时侯和大家一起过重阳节的场景吗!?回忆真是亲切温暖，那稚嫩的小脸儿微微仰起，笑容灿烂如春日明媚的阳光，“奶奶，重阳节快乐!”“爷爷，重阳节快乐!”说着，递过飘着桂花香味的糕，看着爷爷奶奶把糕吃完，背地里偷偷地舔了舔嘴角，咽了咽口水，还是把馋劲儿给压了下去，又冲着爷爷奶奶笑了。
时光老人的沙漏就这样一点一点，快速而又漫长漏去细细的沙粒，细水长流似的。那个幼小的我已不复存在，可重阳节依旧每年一次不急不慢地到来，只是能与我一起分享重阳糕的老人已离去了一位——我的爷爷。于是，我便更加珍惜，早早地买了一份份重阳糕，那圆润的、有着糯米清香的糕点，和着我的一份浓浓的恩情传达给我的长辈们，值得我们尊敬的老人们;一并将我们深深的思念与感恩寄向那遥远的地方，我亲爱的爷爷。
明天就是重阳节了，虽然还没有吃重阳糕，可它那甜蜜的味道，与我甜蜜的回忆就这样永驻我心间。
