I don't like cakes, especially the moon cake, in spite of any kinds of cakes - browns or whites, in spite of any types of fillings - meat or green bean, duck yoke or lotus seeds. Moon lanterns are quite repellent in my eyes. It is so ill-prepared with moon lanterns wrapped colorful cellophane paper, made bamboo skeleton, shaped fish and cock, etc.

No wonder why i dislike those things, now that my childhood is over. But it grows on me, however, to watch children dancing happily with cakes in hands, running about with lanterns dangling on sticks and rocking to the rhythm of unicorn dance drum. Watching them, it seems to be i temporarily forget reality in order to come back with a part of fairy childhood.

On moon occasion, the elderlies often take delight in eating cakes, sipping tea, contemplating moon while reciting verses. For me, cakes, tea, moon, verses make no senses of me without watching children beaming with their joy:

Come down to me, sister moon!
Spaceships are made in my country very soon,
I give you a ride for our leisurely trip,
And see you the heaven in my spaceship.
Dreaming of their brilliant future, children - innocent, radiant are fairy age and are the heaven period in everybody life.


(Translated to english according to my teacher's vietnamese original writing - Le Ton Hien)