小柱搬了个小板凳，坐在桂花树底下，等爷爷。

“柱，爷爷今天不会来了。”妈妈在里屋叫他。

小柱没说话，他不说话的时候，就是八匹马也拉不动他。

天上的云，飘啊飘的，变成淡淡的紫色了。一点点金黄色的桂花，碎碎地落下来，落在小柱的身上，脸上，好香啊。

一只绿蚱蜢跳到小柱的脚背上，它肯定觉得这地方很暖和，就停下来，理了理触须。

爷爷会用草编蚱蜢，他还给小柱编过一只呢。这会不会就是爷爷编的那只草蚱蜢？

小柱这样一想，院里的沿阶草，忽然都一跳一跳地变成了绿色的蚱蜢，向着云端，飞去了。

晚风悠悠地吹着，暗蓝色的天空上已经露出了一个扁扁的白月亮，看上去，就像用纸剪出来的一样。

爷爷会用纸剪月亮、星星，还有好多小柱喜欢的东西，这个月亮，会不会就是爷爷拿纸烟盒剪出来的那个呢？

小柱这样一想，门廊上的几片碎纸，还有枯树叶，忽然都一闪一闪地变成了白色和淡褐色的蝴蝶，掠过树梢，飞去了。

好静的夜。妈妈已经开始煮晚饭了，一缕薄薄的烟，悠悠然然地从屋顶的烟囱上升起来，蘑菇汤的味道，和桂花的香味混合在一起了。

一只萤火虫，贴在木头门框上，闪闪发亮。

爷爷和小柱一起捉过萤火虫，爷爷有一个好大的玻璃杯子，他把萤火虫放在杯子里，在杯口罩上一层纱布。就是到了很晚很晚的时候，小柱也能看到那些星星一样的小灯，在黑暗里放射出一点点的光亮。

后来，爷爷把所有的萤火虫都放走了，这一只，是不是回来看他的呢？

小柱这样一想，满树金黄色的桂花，忽然都一点一点地变成了闪着微光的萤火，飞啊飞的，飞到了树下，飞到了地面，飞到了窗边，飞到了他的怀里……好香啊。

“柱，回家了，你叔打电话来了，说爷爷的气喘病又犯了，你吃完饭就去看他吧。”

小柱一下子从小板凳上跳起来，很重的心忽然变得很轻了。原来，爷爷没忘记今天要来过中秋节的约定，只是生病，不能来了。

“我要给爷爷带点吃的去吧？”小柱嘴里塞满了米饭，嘟嘟囔囔地问妈妈。

“是哦，带点馍馍去吧，刚刚蒸好的，可香了。”

小柱点点头，他掀开一点罩在竹篮子上的蓝花布，只见在那刚出笼的白馍馍上，还撒着一片黄澄澄的桂花糖呢。

爷爷吃到这馍馍，就会看到今天晚上他没能看到的蚱蜢、月亮和桂花树了吧？小柱又把花布轻轻、轻轻地合上，就像有一个秋天的梦正装在竹篮子里，生怕被吓醒了似的。

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 didnt 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 Zhus face and shoulders.What a perfume!

A grasshopper jumped on Zhus 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 roofs 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 cant 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 dont forget him at all.Grandpa hadnt 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.Its 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,wont 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.