当第一缕月华掠过屋脊，校园已成流动的古装华服会。曲裾深衣的褶皱里藏着”越罗衫袂迎春风”的盛唐，半壁马面裙的织金纹样映出”宋时明月汉时关”的苍茫。有稚子身着华服，腰悬和田玉禁步，行走间琤琤琮琮，竟似从时光机里跌出的市井小郎君。家长们在”月圆人团圆”的拱手礼中，忽然懂了张九龄”海上生明月，天涯共此时”的情怀。

千盏花灯在校园绽开，是《东京梦华录》里”万街千巷，尽皆繁盛”的现世投影。盏盏花灯上绘着华图，灯面题有”花好月圆”的吉祥语。猜灯谜者凝神于谜面时，旁近学子正巧吟出“小时不识月，呼作白玉盘”。灯火氤氲，将人影与诗魂一同拓于此景，完成了跨越千年的唱和。

古琴台前，学子们悠哉抚良曲，丝弦震颤间，正应了那句”海晏河清、万象欣荣”。萨克斯演奏、架子鼓合音、流行乐演唱为这场古风游园会中增添上须臾欢快。红黄狮惊喜亮相，瑞尾摇风云外锦，甚是壮观。学子们齐声诵读”但愿人长久”，竟与八百年前东坡居士的朗笑跨越时空重叠。

蹴鞠场上，一记“拐子流星”破空而入，其势恰如《宋太祖蹴鞠图》中御风逐月之姿。箭垛之前，矢贯青霄，飒沓如星；剑影翻飞，气贯长虹，势动四方。

游园集市间，但见学子们或拊掌而笑，或击节称快。笑语穿林，皆成欢愉之音。满园逸兴遄飞，共此良辰美景。

珠玑缀玉，丝缕缠香，学子们正DIY着中秋纪念品。素扇承心，描专属之云纹，堪称清雅绝尘；明灯映巧，塑独具之匠意，可谓光华射斗。少女怡然，陶然于指间方寸，不惟得动手之趣，更存佳节之念于长岁矣。

祈愿树下，墨痕如诉。“愿乘长风破万里浪，终抵星汉灿烂时”，朱红祈愿笺系满青枝，似灵鹊衔来人间心愿。晚风掠过时，千笺振翼如鲲鹏垂翅，在溶溶月华中酝酿着九霄之志。师生家长执揖留影，将团圆时刻凝于方寸，让今宵明月永远停驻在相视而笑的瞬间。

戌时二刻，墨香渐浓。学子们挥墨在宣纸上写下”中秋团圆”，墨汁顺着”秋”字的最后一笔滴落，在纸上晕开”江流天地外，山色有无中”的混沌，甚妙。

漏尽铜壶，声沉亥时；游园灯火尾韵渐熄。家长携学子踏过校园门，一袂夜风掠起，尽是流连忘返之意。

愿岁序再轮、蟾光再满，你我仍聚此间——再次重逢，衣袂犹带唐时月色；汉服作舟，载得动小小期盼；素笺三尺，只写孩提旧话：“月亮，别来无恙？我依约而来。”

As autumn deepened and a crisp breeze stirred, the moon was not yet full, but hearts were already united. On September 29, Aidi School invited all students, teachers, and parents to a grand Mid-Autumn celebration called “Chasing Moonlight.” The campus became a living canvas of tradition—lanterns, music, and crafts adorned the paths, waiting to be discovered.

Children in flowing traditional-style robes moved like figures from ancient paintings. Parents joined in, exchanging gestures of respect and sharing quiet moments under the moonlight, echoing the timeless poetry of Zhang Jiuling: “As the bright moon shines over the sea, from far away you share this moment with me.”

A thousand lanterns lit the campus like streets of old China. Painted with motifs and inscribed with verses, they invited students and parents to solve riddles, blending ancient poetry with playful discovery.

At the guqin stage, students and teachers performed in serene harmony, their vibrating strings echoing a sense of peace and prosperity. Nearby, tea served in porcelain cups offered visitors a taste of simple joy. The Lion Dance troupe brought vibrant energy, drums beating, as students recited, “May we all be blessed with longevity,” bridging centuries in a single chant.

On the cuju field, a powerful strike soared through the air, evoking the grace of ancient games. At the archery range, arrows sliced through the sky with precision, while blades flashed in dazzling arcs.

Around the fair, students burst into laughter and applause, their joy echoing through the trees and filling the garden with festive spirit.

Students crafted fans and keepsakes, adorning them with delicate patterns. Each brushstroke and thread carried the spirit of Mid-Autumn Festival, turning creation into a personal connection with tradition.

Beneath the wishing tree, crimson notes fluttered like birds in moonlight. Gentle breezes stirred the ribbons, making thousands of hopes dance together as families captured the moment in photographs.

As evening deepened, ink filled the air with its rich fragrance. Children wrote phrases like “From far away you share this moment with me,” creating treasured mementos of the night.

As the festival drew to a close and lanterns dimmed, robes swayed gently in the breeze, bidding a reluctant farewell.

May the years turn and the moon be full again, and may we meet once more, with pages still carrying the childhood words: “Moon, we meet again, as promised.”