Classic and beautiful prose of Mid-Autumn Festival?

On the beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival, many literati wrote beautiful chapters and well-known poems here for our appreciation and taste. Every t

Classic and beautiful prose of Mid-Autumn Festival?

On the beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival, many literati wrote beautiful chapters and well-known poems here for our appreciation and taste. Every time I see a good article, I will read it several times and feel the beauty brought by it. The following are three excellent compositions I carefully selected for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Welcome to reading.

Guilt of Mid-Autumn Festival

This is the first time to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in other places. When I was in Shanghai before, I never thought Mid-Autumn Festival was so important. Wang Wei's poems have been memorized since childhood, knowing that they are famous sentences written by celebrities, so he has no special experience.

The weather in Mid-Autumn Festival is not very good. It is raining in Mao Mao in the south of the Yangtze River. It rained all day, and the moon could only see the halo dimly. After having dinner with my new classmates in the university, I sat around the grass and did activities. I don't invest much and I don't know what I'm thinking. I received a lot of short messages about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I kept making up some witticisms there, which was very brain-consuming. In this way, eating moon cakes and sending short messages to classmates, the Mid-Autumn Festival passed for the first time.

Lying in bed at night, looking back on the Mid-Autumn Festival, I always feel a little inadequate. Didn't I talk to my classmates about college life? Didn't cultivate feelings with new classmates? Didn't argue with that girl? I don't think so. What is that? I tried to recall my ancestors' understanding of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Suddenly I remembered the familiar poem "I miss my relatives more during the festive season". I forgot to send text messages and call my relatives during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The ancients said, "Parents don't travel far." I went to other places for myself, and even forgot to give birth to me, support me, and love my parents who take care of my family. Am I still human?

So, I jumped out of bed and tried to remember the area code of my hometown Shanghai to make up for my family. It seems that even this is difficult. At the same time, my classmates said to me with a Shaanxi flavor: "It's past 12, why don't you sleep?" I have convulsions all over. The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed. I have lived so much, and my parents and relatives are not the first thing I think of at last. How should I face the torture of conscience and the teacher who educated me?

Obviously, I am used to it in Xi 'an, thousands of miles away. The food here, the human feelings here, the language here and the habits here. Can I still keep the blood of Shanghai, can I still keep my beautiful homesickness when I came to Xi 'an, and can I still speak Shanghai dialect in a few years?

I think on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, my family must be sitting by the phone waiting for my call, frequently picking up the phone and calling me, and putting it down again and again, fearing that the pressure of study would affect me. However, if they know that I was clinking glasses and drinking with my new classmates, texting with my old classmates and waiting for someone who wanted to send a message, but they didn't think of them, I don't know if they would be heartbroken.

Maybe the sky is crying for me, too It is raining harder and harder. Xx, xx, now you will sit down and reflect on your mistakes and feel sorry. Will you do it in a few years?

Mid-Autumn Festival * * * North-South Love

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, Shenzhen is still hot and humid, but there is a little scattered light rain between the clouds, and sometimes it will turn into sun rain. It doesn't matter if it cools down, but it adds a lot of festive atmosphere.

"August 15, Yun Zheyue, 15th day of the first month, it snows and lights are on." This is a proverb my mother used to say when I was a child. I deliberately remembered it and observed it carefully. That's true. It seems that the experience summed up by our ancestors is probably close. In the last ten days, two dolls took turns to get sick, so busy that they forgot the date. In the evening, I think I should tell Dabao a story about the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival to satisfy her curiosity.

Mid-Autumn Festival is an important festival in the north, with deep affection and concern. Some time before the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, there was a local custom of "taking moon cakes", that is, the family asked someone to bring two Jin of moon cakes to their married daughter. I never thought about the true meaning when I was a child, but now I think my parents want to tell their married daughter that although you left your family, we still remember you on the day of reunion.

I also receive moon cakes every year, which are brought by my godmother. This is a custom. Godparents will send moon cakes to their godson, which means that we are a family. The "taking" of moon cakes is not only the product of inconvenient transportation in farming society, but also a courtesy. If it is sent directly by the bride's family, it is a guest. The hospitality is too grand, but it does not reflect the intention of taking care of the married daughter.

In my hometown, lunch is the main festival, and dinner is secondary. As usual, we eat jiaozi in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is a ceremony of "Grandma Yue Bai" in the evening. There must be incense, but the tributes are moon cakes, pomegranates, apples and jujubes. Apple is a specialty of my hometown, so is pomegranate, but it is troublesome to eat and it is only a tribute. There are also dates, but most of them eat dried dates in memory. Jujube is produced in western Henan, and it is everywhere. It's ok to relieve hunger, but it's really not delicious. Grandma often said: the jujube circle is red on July 15th, and the jujube falls on August 15th. There are several big jujube trees and a small jujube forest in front of grandma's house. My brother and I never gave those dates a chance to fall off the pole. So far, it's a pity that we haven't witnessed the sight of red dates everywhere.

There are about three flavors of moon cakes in my hometown: five kernels, jujube paste and red bean paste. I prefer red bean paste and jujube paste, which have not changed so far. My parents are partial to five benevolence, and it is said that many people like it. I really don't understand. Wuren moon cake is as hard as stone, it can kill dogs, and there are red and green silk in it that I hate. It is said that people who prefer Wuren moon cakes prefer red and green silk. Later, the material was rich, and there were Soviet-style moon cakes, which were crisp and delicious. Anyway, I think moon cakes can only be sweet, so can zongzi. I always think salty moon cakes and zongzi are incredible.

On this festive occasion, I think of my grandfather who left us for almost 30 years. Grandpa's grandson is 10+2, and the eldest sister in 2 is thousands of miles away. I enjoy the same treatment as my grandfather, mainly food, of course. At that time, the best things the old people ate were all kinds of sweets and snacks. I may be tired of eating with my grandfather. I haven't eaten moon cakes for about 20 years since I was seven or eight years old. My father is very kind. After work, I buy all kinds of moon cakes for my father, and choose the best and most expensive. Once, my father said that the five-kernel moon cake that killed the dog was delicious. The moon cakes in the south are too sticky, and my father loves his mouth full of porcelain teeth. Moon cakes in the south are too sweet and salty, which makes people's thoughts fluctuate too much. So in recent years, Mid-Autumn Festival has saved a sum of money to buy moon cakes.

When I was a child, the most tangled thing about Mid-Autumn Festival was why I couldn't see Chang 'e, let alone WU GANG chopping down trees and playing with jade rabbits. On the night of August 15, I stood on the roof and looked at the moon in despair. No matter how you look at it, you feel that there are mountains inside. Later, I heard adults say that Chang 'e was just behind the mountain. Some people even said that when WU GANG cut down a tree, he could see it clearly with a telescope. Later, when I was at school, I didn't quite believe the teacher's statement that no one lived on the moon, because I thought the teacher was so deceptive because he couldn't see Chang 'e.

Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn harvest in Man Cang. At night in Yun Zheyue, I told Dabao a story about Pengcheng, but my childhood autumn love flew to Dabei-lying in a rocking chair in a yard full of corn, eating moon cakes and melons, listening to crickets, watching a full moon in the distance, and seriously waiting for the appearance of Chang 'e.