Little boy Zhu taked a small stool to sit under the sweet osmanther tree,waiting his grandpa.
'Zhu,grandpa maybe cannot come today.'mother called him in the house.
Zhu didn't say anything.When he is quiet,nobody can move him from his place.
However,the clouds on the sky is moving to be violet and purple.One by one,the golden flowers fell from the tree to Zhu's face and shoulders.What a perfume!
A grasshopper jumped on Zhu's foot.It thought it find a warm place,and combed its feeler there.
Grandpa can make grasshopper by the grass,and recently 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 changed 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 can cut moon and star from the paper,and he cut 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 changed 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 roof's chimney.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 covering a gauze on it.So,even at the midnight,Zhu could see a lot of stars shining under the dark roof.
Grandpa let the fireflys fly free as he leaved. Maybe this one is coming back to see him?
When Zhu was thinking about it, suddenly,every golden flower on the tree changed to be the shimmering fireflys and flew to the ground,to the house,to his arms.How perfume they are!
'Zhu,come back now.Your uncle said grandpa had a asthma again,and can't come today.'mother said,'But,you can go to see him after supper.'
Zhu started from the stool,suddenly,his heart changed to be light out of his thought.Grandpa don't forget him at all.Grandpa hadn't come just because he was ill.However,Zhu could see him soon.
'May I take some gift for grandpa?'Zhu asked mother when he was eating the fried rice.
'Sure,take some momo with you.It's sreamd just now.Smell,how perfume they are!'
Zhu noded to mother.Then,he unclosed a little of the blue cloth on the bamboo basket and saw five white steamy momos with some golden sweet osmanthus on it.
When grandpa eat the momo,he will see the grasshopper and the moon and the flowers of this night,won't he?Zhu thought about it and closed the blue cloth so lightly as if he was holding a delicate dream in the bamboo basket of autumn.