The experience of celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival

Mid-Autumn Festival is an important traditional festival in China, which contains rich cultural customs. Reunion, unity, sacrifice, harmony and etiquette are the national spirit and temperament inherited from this traditional festival, and they are also a true portrayal of the normal life of the Chinese nation. The sense of value identity conveyed by Mid-Autumn Festival culture, with its solemn sense of ceremony, can be called the "birthmark" of the Chinese nation, and this description is appropriate.

And "reunion culture" is the core of Mid-Autumn Festival culture, and it is also one of the cores of China culture. Moon cakes were originally decorations for the Mid-Autumn Festival and sacrifices for Yue Bai. With fruit, wine, snacks, etc. Everyone prayed for the blessing of the moon god and later became a gift. In the multicultural environment, mooncakes have gradually become a symbol, so there is the sadness of "looking up and finding it is moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly think of home", which has also become a symbol of reunion.

The moon is high, bright as water, full of thoughts, looking forward to meeting again. Since ancient times, our people have always had a special complex about the moon, similar to "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and the moonlight at home will be bright!" . "Li Zhou Guan Chun" contains "Mid-Autumn Festival, Welcome the Cold Night". "Welcome the cold at night" is a ceremony to worship the moon on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival. Later, the custom of enjoying the moon in Yue Bai and Mid-Autumn Festival came from this and never stopped. It is still a traditional cultural custom of the Chinese nation today and in the future.

"Reunion culture" is the symbol of the Chinese nation's going to the world. Mid-Autumn Festival is the joy of reunion after a long separation, and it is also a reunion festival. The full moon indicates people's reunion and embodies the wisdom of the Chinese nation. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion, harmony, peace, happiness, tranquility, longing ... all mean the pursuit of happiness and auspiciousness. Distant relatives have accelerated the pace of going home, and * * * has gathered together in the sweetness of the festival. The beautiful scene of "full moon, happy family" is warm and warm.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family is reunited, tasting moon cakes, looking up at the sky and enjoying the moon. Appreciating the moon is not only a beautiful scene, but also a reunion mood. Moreover, tasting moon cakes is not only a delicacy, but also a family reunion. On the full moon night of Mid-Autumn Festival, reunited families enjoy their own happiness. For wanderers who really can't go home, it's also "homesick for a long time." Miss the hometown of a foreign land, or "I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away."

The greater significance of the Mid-Autumn Festival cultural "reunion" is that it can unite people's hearts and turn it into a happy reunion of the Chinese nation. Therefore, the Mid-Autumn Festival should be the inheritance of the feelings of home and country. No matter how the times evolve, the national unity and national unity nurtured by the Mid-Autumn Festival core culture cannot be changed at any time. Festival custom is actually the collective spirit of a nation. "Home is the smallest country, and there are thousands of countries." Therefore, taking the Mid-Autumn Festival as an opportunity to draw a national "concentric circle" is to gather strength for national rejuvenation.

Appreciating the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is a synonym for poets to vent their feelings and reflect their lives. The shadows of trees are swaying tonight, and the moonlight is boundless, which reminds me of my childhood hometown.

Moon cakes and osmanthus flowers are everywhere in the Mid-Autumn Festival in my hometown. Adults visit relatives and friends, talk about everything, and their faces are filled with happiness. The happiest thing is the children. Everyone picked up a piece of moon cake and ate it with relish. After eating, they play wildly. In a short time, I played with a gray hand and a gray face, and I was dirty all over, but I still felt unfinished. Really tired of playing, I sat on the threshold, smelling the sweet-scented osmanthus, staring at the bright moon, shouting who sees the moon more round.

Growing up, Mid-Autumn Festival is still Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is still the moon, but it feels completely different. After eating the first-class moon cakes, I still think the Wuren moon cakes when I was a child are delicious. I smell Jingui and Bai Gui, but they are mixed with automobile exhaust. The Mid-Autumn Festival is fading away in my life. Only the bright moon has not lost her elegance because of the passage of time. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, a few cool winds pushed away the cover of clouds. The moon, like a delicate girl, showed her beautiful and sacred face in our expectation, flowing with motherly tenderness and shining brightly in the sky. Stars embedded in the vast night sky, like pearls, have gorgeous brilliance and clear and bright eyes. Moonlight gently spreads all over the earth, and silver permeates the whole sky, just like a Zen scroll, which makes people satisfied and relaxed.

The moon hasn't changed, and neither have I. The moon falls to the ground level and the sun still rises. Don't be afraid of ruthlessness and loneliness. Time never stops, and days are always moving forward.

Experience of Mid-Autumn Festival 4 3 Reading Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night, I tasted the homesickness in Yu Guangzhong. Inadvertently, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the moon was full. Life is short. "Today, people don't see Gu Yue, and this month they look at the ancients." What is eternal is the moon in the sky, and what is changing is always the people of Na Yue. It's really similar year after year, and people are different year after year.

The moon is heartless, and it is us who are affectionate. The moon is unintentional, but we are intentional. Throughout the ages, poets and writers have splashed ink and chanted infatuation. There are bright moons rising from the mountains in the sky and heroes in the vast sea of clouds. A statue of the moon is still alive and life is like a dream. There is helplessness when spring flowers and autumn moons come. The moonlight shines in the pine forest, and the crystal stone shines in the calm stream. What's more, the bright moon is in the sky, asking for wine and asking for heroic days. The moon is now full on the sea, and the world is vast at this time ... The moon is the immortal soul of China people and the matchmaker when boys and girls fall in love.

There is no hometown in the world, only a foreign land. Think more about your loved ones during the holidays! Mid-Autumn Festival is also the most lovesick festival. Being in a foreign land, the beauty and affection of my hometown seem to be fermented and inseparable from my dreams. Those dribs and drabs in my hometown, like the wine in the fermentation pool, gurgled, active and restless, emitting intoxicating fragrance. This is homesickness.

What is homesickness? It's mom's nagging, dad's scolding, grandpa's candied haws, grandma's popcorn, grandma's bridge ... ordinary grass and trees, one person and one thing, all of which have become deep homesickness. Unforgettable, lingering, some netizens said in their blogs: Only pepper can alleviate the homesickness in the stomach. Those who said this were probably friends from Hunan, Sichuan or Guizhou. Southerners go to the north, and their homesickness is mostly rice. When northerners go to the south, homesickness may be noodles and steamed buns.

Mid-autumn moon, hometown bright. The bright moon is the same moon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is also the same Mid-Autumn Festival. There is no difference. The difference is our own heart, and everything is because of Na Yue's people. When we pack our bags on our backs and rush to the distance without looking back, we go through all the hardships to find the paradise in our hearts and the paradise in our dreams. One day, I suddenly turned around and found that "there is no place to walk in the iron shoes, and that person is in the dim light"! Heaven is in your heart, and the promised land is your hometown. We turned around and went back to the original place, and suddenly realized that life was like this. How bright the moonlight is at home! , the somebody else is a relative of my hometown! Everyone will sigh like this, and everyone has a homesickness complex.

"The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown. The wind in my hometown, the cloud in my hometown. " Everything in that hometown is love. Come back, come back, wanderer. ChristianRandPhillips's affectionate singing has been ringing in my ears for 20 years, and it is still fresh in my memory and has not faded any color. Relatives in hometown, old people want to leave their leaves behind, and teenagers are eager to go far away, each with its own direction and goal. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

The beauty of hometown lies in the bright moon. I have seen the moon on the vast sea and the moon on the vast mountains. But not as charming as the bright moon rising on the low stone mountain in my hometown. "Spend a lot of money, you can get the help of mountains and rivers. If you don't reach Xiaoxiang, you can't have poetry. " Mingyue, Yanzhu, Xiaoxiang. Small bridges and flowing water. Shore, Lan Ting, Maolin bamboo, moonlight night wind lotus. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the fragrance is floating, the moonlight is shallow, and people meet after dusk. The beauty of hometown lies in poetry, in people and in the heart. Anyone who has read Liu Zongyuan's Eight Chapters of Yongzhou knows that that kind of beauty absorbs the soul and erodes the bones, and it will never come out once in a lifetime. Come and see for yourself. Don't regret being scratched.

Twenty years in the city, it seems that I haven't seen the moon for more than ten years. Only a few days later, I saw a few stars and a disk in the crack of the skyscraper. The moon seems sleepy and there is no light. The flashing neon lights, bright street lamps and thousands of lights quietly cover up the brilliance of the bright moon and hide the moon, so that we can be infatuated. I remember living in a tile house in the country when I was a child. At that time, there were no electric lights, but kerosene lamps or tea lamps were lit. The light is dim, like a small bean dancing romantically on the wick. The gloss is too small to be longer. If it's too long, mom will scold it. Therefore, in summer, I often catch some fireflies and put them in bottles to make them emit beautiful light for illumination. Because there is no light, I look forward to the stars and the moon every day in sunny weather. At that time, there seemed to be many stars and the moon was particularly bright. The moonlight is clear and bright. Moonlight is often bright, just like during the day. I often read and write under the moon. That kind of happiness can't be described in words. Reading under the moon, even the smallest words can be read clearly. Now, even the moon can't be seen. I am really happy when I am poor, but I lose my happiness when I am rich!

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! The moon in my hometown is actually our heart lamp. It won't come on until the lights around it go out.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and see the full moon again. Mid-Autumn Festival is a romantic, warm, blessing, missing and reunion day. The farthest thing in the world is the heart. Nothing in the world is more important than the heart. The nearest thing in the world is the heart. After all, the world is just a small place. May there be a lover in the world and everything be fine. I wish all parents in the world good health and all the best. May all beings in the world be round and happy.

I can't go back this year. My parents are very old. Think about how many Mid-Autumn Festival I can spend with them. Only a handful. I can't help feeling sad. Let's call and say hello. Parents, but you don't care. It seems that there are still hundreds of years left, and they still go out early and come back late, working endlessly. I remember eating moon cakes and watching the bright moon with my parents and sisters in the red wall yard when I was a child. At that time, there was only one moon cake for each person, and the stuffing was only white sugar, and the shell was very rough. It rustles in your mouth, but it feels sweet as hell. Those Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is like water, and the world is clear. Those years were warm and perfect. At the moment, I am already in a dream, but I can't reach it. Naively speaking, there are no more delicious moon cakes and no more pure moon.

How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown. The most beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival is always in a dream. It stayed in my childhood memory and became the most precious wealth in my life.

On the night of April and August, it was a little cold, and the sad moonlight fell feebly on the bed through the screen window, which was pale white and brought me a sleepless night. Knowing that no one appreciates it, I have to wander in the dark with my own ideas. Fortunately, when I am free during the day, I am used to picking up the broken sunshine in the shade and putting it in my pocket to warm my heart when I am lonely at night.

A long time ago, I was full of enthusiasm and planned the future with a young heart. There are many bright spots in this persistent pursuit. Although I left scars in business and pains in boundless love, I still have a trace of pride in my heart. That's because I tried my best to fight for it. I had that hateful love in the past. The moon is full and full, and that passion has long been kept in my heart as an antique, and love is dead. Like the bright moonlight, it seems to be indifferent at the moment, and the festive atmosphere evokes a lot of pain. I want to find my own quiet world, where I can enjoy life safely.

However, the tranquility has become ethereal now, and the commercialized society is boiling everywhere. Perhaps, peace needs self-experience and a process of experience. Without an open mind and tenacious will, peace will leave you far away.

For many years, I dare not rashly try to enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I am afraid that I will spoil the taste of reunion by myself, and I am reluctant to take a bite of a good garden and then annex it alone. How I wish you and I could break it together, split it in half and put it in our respective bodies. Wherever you are, you and I will always be a garden.

On such a night, my thoughts seem to run away silently, but they can't take shape. The shadows of childhood children, classmates at school, relatives and friends who earn food together, and ancestors who have already left home are all piled up together. This indelible mark is like fog, which makes me feel how much I want to find the starting point when I first came and savor the full moon again.

The footsteps of the years are drifting away, and there is no need to add too many words to the vicissitudes of life. The past is like a story, so is love, so is hate, so is life.

Autumn is coming again, and the trees outside occasionally rustle their leaves. That's for the freshmen next year. Until now, I am still confused about whether I can sail again. I want to take this night, quietly, in this faint white before going to bed, draw a few strokes of color, add a few words of heart, take it to the other end of this white, and untie the knot in my heart for me.