又值一年一度的中秋佳节。 月华如水的夜晚，爷爷、“奶奶”、爸爸、妈妈和我围着圆桌坐下，爷爷麻利地切开月饼一人分一块，爸妈安静地坐着不说一句话。我偷偷瞧了爷爷一眼，他似乎很高兴，但眼神里始终带着抹 It is also the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. On the watery night of Yuehua, grandpa, “grandmother”, father, mother and I sat around the round table. Grandpa cut the moon cakes one by one, and the parents sat quietly without saying a word. I looked at my grandfather secretly. He seemed happy, but he always had a look in his eyes.