不想吃月饼,不是不爱吃。小时候家里穷,没钱买月饼。每当到了中秋节前后,我幼小的心灵就特别难受。因为班上的同学大多数都从家里带来了味道甜美的月饼,争着比谁的大、谁的好看,然后便是有滋有味地嚼着。这时,我便躲在学校后面的一棵大树下扯着衣角,听着同学们热闹的喊叫声,眼泪直打转。穷人家孩子懂事早,我们兄妹二人从未提及过要吃月饼。那时,那黄灿灿的月饼是孩提时心中永久的诱惑。终于有一次,我刚跨进门槛,母亲就塞给我一个月饼,说:“快吃吧!人家 Do not want to eat moon cake, not not eat. When I was young, I had no money to buy moon cakes. Whenever I got around the Mid-Autumn Festival, my young soul was particularly upset. Because most of the classmates bring sweet mooncakes from home, whichever is bigger, who looks good, and then there is nourishing chewing. At this time, I hid behind a tree behind the school clothes, listening to the students shouting loudly, tears straight spinning. Poor children understand early childhood, we have never mentioned two brothers and sisters to eat moon cake. At that time, Huang Cancan’s moon cake is a permanent temptation in childhood. Finally, once I stepped into the threshold, my mother stuffed me a moon cake and said: ”Let’s eat! People