小柱搬了個小板凳，坐在桂花樹底下，等爺爺。
「柱，爺爺今天不會來了。」媽媽在裡屋叫他。
小柱沒說話，他不說話的時候，就是八匹馬也拉不動他。
天上的雲，飄啊飄的，變成淡淡的紫色了。一點點金黃色的桂花，碎碎地落下來，落在小柱的身上，臉上，好香啊。
一隻綠蚱蜢跳到小柱的腳背上，它肯定覺得這地方很暖和，就停下來，理了理觸鬚。
爺爺會用草編蚱蜢，他還給小柱編過一隻呢。這會不會就是爺爺編的那隻草蚱蜢？
小柱這樣一想，院里的沿階草，忽然都一跳一跳地變成了綠色的蚱蜢，向著雲端，飛去了。
晚風悠悠地吹著，暗藍色的天空上已經露出了一個扁扁的白月亮，看上去，就像用紙剪出來的一樣。
爺爺會用紙剪月亮、星星，還有好多小柱喜歡的東西，這個月亮，會不會就是爺爺拿紙煙盒剪出來的那個呢？
小柱這樣一想，門廊上的幾片碎紙，還有枯樹葉，忽然都一閃一閃地變成了白色和淡褐色的蝴蝶，掠過樹梢，飛去了。
好靜的夜。媽媽已經開始煮晚飯了，一縷薄薄的煙，悠悠然然地從屋頂的煙囪上升起來，蘑菇湯的味道，和桂花的香味混合在一起了。
一隻螢火蟲，貼在木頭門框上，閃閃發亮。
爺爺和小柱一起捉過螢火蟲，爺爺有一個好大的玻璃杯子，他把螢火蟲放在杯子里，在杯口罩上一層紗布。就是到了很晚很晚的時候，小柱也能看到那些星星一樣的小燈，在黑暗裡放射出一點點的光亮。
後來，爺爺把所有的螢火蟲都放走了，這一隻，是不是回來看他的呢？
小柱這樣一想，滿樹金黃色的桂花，忽然都一點一點地變成了閃著微光的螢火，飛啊飛的，飛到了樹下，飛到了地面，飛到了窗邊，飛到了他的懷裡……好香啊。
「柱，回家了，你叔打電話來了，說爺爺的氣喘病又犯了，你吃完飯就去看他吧。」
小柱一下子從小板凳上跳起來，很重的心忽然變得很輕了。原來，爺爺沒忘記今天要來過中秋節的約定，只是生病，不能來了。
「我要給爺爺帶點吃的去吧？」小柱嘴裡塞滿了米飯，嘟嘟囔囔地問媽媽。
「是哦，帶點饃饃去吧，剛剛蒸好的，可香了。」
小柱點點頭，他掀開一點罩在竹籃子上的藍花布，只見在那剛出籠的白饃饃上，還撒著一片黃澄澄的桂花糖呢。
爺爺吃到這饃饃，就會看到今天晚上他沒能看到的蚱蜢、月亮和桂花樹了吧？小柱又把花布輕輕、輕輕地合上，就像有一個秋天的夢正裝在竹籃子里，生怕被嚇醒了似的。
Little boy Zhu taked a small stool to sit uhe sweet osmaree,waiting his grandpa.
Zhu,grandpa maybe ot e today.mother called him in the house.
Zhu didnt say anything.When he is quiet,nobody move him from his place.
However,the clouds on the sky is moving to be violet and purple.One by ohe golden flowers fell from the tree to Zhus fad shoulders.What a perfume!
A grasshopper jumped on Zhus foot.It thought it find a lad bed its feeler there.
Grandpa make grasshopper by the grass,aly he made one for Zhu.Maybe this grasshopper is made by grandpa too?
When Zhu was thinking about it, suddenly,all the grass on the ground ged to be grasshopper and jumped to the clouds.
By and by,the evening wind was whispering to Zhu,and there was a white plate moon in the blue cloth sky,looking like a papercut toy.
Grandpa cut moon and star from the paper,a many other lovely things for Zhu.Maybe this moon is cut by grandpa too?
When Zhu was thinking about it, suddenly,some piece of paper and fading leaves by the porch ged to be the butterflys and flew to the moon.
The evening was so peaceful.Mother had already cooked the supper.There was a thin silver smog rosed from the black roofs ey.the smell of mushroom soup melted into the perfume of Sweet Osmanther flower.
A firefly was shimmering on the wood doorpost.
Grandpa had a big glass cup.When he caught some fireflys with Zhu together in summer,he put them in the cup and c a gauze on it.So,even at the midnight,Zhu could see a lot of stars shining uhe dark roof.
Grandpa let the fireflys fly free as he leaved. Maybe this one is ing back to see him?
When Zhu was thinking about it, suddenly,every golden flower oree ged to be the shimmering fireflys and flew to the ground,to the house,to his arms.How perfume they are!
Zhu,e baow.Your uncle said grandpa had a asthma again,and t e today.mother said,But,you go to see him after supper.
Zhu started from the stool,suddenly,his heart ged to be light out of his thought.Grandpa dont fet him at all.Grandpa hadnt e just because he was ill.However,Zhu could see him soon.
May I take some gift frandpa?Zhu asked mother when he was eating the fried rice.
Sure,take some momo with you.Its sreamd just now.Smell,how perfume they are!
Zhu o mother.Then,he unclosed a little of the blue cloth on the bamboo basket and saw five whit