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。
英语翻译
Chrysanthemum yellow, yellow species is strong; chrysanthemum fragrant, Huang Zhongkang; September 9th, drinking chrysanthemum wine, people drunk chrysanthemum Chongyang. "A group of children clapped their hands, sang familiar ballads, holding the Chongyang cake with a small flagpole in their hands, and bounced past me. The memory cell factory became busy again.
Isn’t the clip just now the scene where I spent the Double Ninth Festival with everyone when I was a kid!? The memories are really cordial and warm, the immature little face is raised slightly, and the smile is as bright as the bright spring sun, "Grandma, happy Double Ninth Festival!" "Grandpa, Happy Double Ninth Festival!" As he said, he passed the cake with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, watched the grandparents finish the cake, secretly licked the corners of the mouth, swallowed, and gave the gluttonous energy. After pressing down, he smiled at grandparents again. The hourglass of the old man in time is like this little by little, leaking out the fine sand quickly and long, like a long stream of water. The young me no longer exists, but the Double Ninth Festival still arrives once a year without any haste, but the old man who can share the Double Ninth Cake with me has left one--my grandfather.
Therefore, I cherished it even more and bought a portion of Chongyang Cake early, the round cakes with the fragrance of glutinous rice, and my strong kindness to my elders, who are worthy of our respect. ;At the same time we send our deep thoughts and gratitude to that far away place, my dear grandpa. Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. Although I haven't eaten the Double Ninth Cake yet, its sweet taste and my sweet memories stay in my heart forever.
