中秋刚过 ,国庆节又到。每当夜幕降临时候 ,“月上柳梢头” ,明镜般的月亮悬在天空 ,把如水的光辉静静地倾泻在这一片大地上 ,警营的月儿 ,更显得静谧、皎洁而令人多思。思念 ,像只熟透的果子挂在枝头 ,使我无时无刻不忘却那深情的母爱。在困难中 ,这情感为我拨开迷失的方向 , Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, National Day has arrived. Whenever the night falls, “the moon willow”, the mirror-like moon hanging in the sky, the brightness of water pouring quietly in this piece of land, the police camp on the moon, even more quiet, bright and more people think. Miss, like a ripe fruit hung on the branches, so that I never forget the affectionate maternal love. In the midst of difficulties, this emotion has given me the lost direction,