Write ode to traditional festivals in China.

Mid-Autumn Festival sketch (1) Who is looking up at the sky tonight, turning my thoughts into paper cranes and crossing the starry sky? What a warm moment this is. All eyes looking through autumn waters are twisted into a homesick road. And the desire for reunion is an unbreakable mood that will last forever. (2) Mid-Autumn Festival full moon. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, friends and relatives will get together, enjoy the moon and eat moon cakes, and spend the night together. Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as Mid-Autumn Festival, August Festival or Moon Chasing Festival, is one of the ancient festivals popular among many ethnic groups in China. August 15th of the lunar calendar is in Sanqiu, hence the name Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn Festival can be traced back to ancient times. "Li Zhou Guan Chun" has records of "welcoming the cold in mid-autumn night" and "offering good clothes in mid-autumn"; There is an official saying of "Mid-Autumn Festival" in Northern Song Dynasty. Meng Yuan's "Dream of China in Tokyo" says: "On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, your family decorated pavilions, and people competed for restaurants to play the moon." During the Mid-Autumn Festival, people's main activities are enjoying the moon and eating moon cakes. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, people will put moon cakes, watermelons and apples, fill their glasses with wine, reunite their children, enjoy the moon together, talk about their beautiful feelings and relax their true feelings as soon as possible. In addition, people will taste sweet and delicious moon cakes on Mid-Autumn Festival. As the saying goes, "August 15th is full, and Mid-Autumn moon cakes are sweet and fragrant". At first, moon cakes were used to worship the moon god. Later, it was used as a gift to show people's reunion, show people's eternal life, miss their hometown, miss their loved ones, and pray for a bumper harvest and happiness. Moon cakes are also used as gifts to send to relatives and friends and to connect feelings. China has a vast territory and different customs. The Mid-Autumn Festival is celebrated in a variety of ways, with strong local characteristics. In Pucheng, Fujian, women have to cross nanpu bridge to live longer during the Mid-Autumn Festival. There is a custom of Mid-Autumn Festival Yue Bai in Chaoshan, Guangdong, which is mainly aimed at women and children. There is a saying that "men are dissatisfied with the moon, and women don't sacrifice stoves"; On the Mid-Autumn Festival night in Xixiang County, Shaanxi Province, men row boats and climb cliffs, while women set up banquets. No matter rich or poor, people should eat watermelons. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, drummers blow drums along the door to ask for money. In Wuxi County, Jiangsu Province, incense is burned on Mid-Autumn Festival night. There are silks around the incense barrel, which depicts the scenery in the Moon Palace. There are incense sticks made of thread Kaori with paper kuixing and colorful flags on them. Shanghainese Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet with Sweet-scented osmanthus honey wine. When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, people will also think of fairy tales such as Chu and Hubei flying to the moon, WU GANG chopping laurel and jade rabbit smashing medicine, which make the Mid-Autumn Festival full of romantic and mysterious colors. Saying Mid-Autumn Festival, from ancient times to the present. Times have changed, the environment has changed, and the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival has become much less. However, the only constant is the deep Mid-Autumn Festival feelings. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." May the world be round, harmonious and happy. [Qingming Prose] Liu Rusi. The moon is like a hook, cold and beautiful. Open old photos. The most familiar one is: my mother smiled and took a group photo with the students under the willow tree. At that time, I was still in primary school, and I knew them very well. I have taken many nicknames: Toad is Lai, Wanwan likes cat's waist, Sichuan pork and Confucius. They often take me to the dormitory to play, read comic books and send me delicious food. My mother teaches Chinese in a technical secondary school. She prefers ancient prose and Lu Xun's works. I can read it very early, and sometimes I peek at her neatly written lesson plans, noun explanations, paragraph ideas and central ideas. Don't understand, ask a few words occasionally. Her encouraging eyes and gentle tone interested me. Living on the second floor, there is a willow tree outside the window. Spring breeze sends green into the window, and you can reach out and grab a few twigs. At this time, my mother will put a glass bottle on the desk in front of the window and insert my broken willow branches in it to keep them alive. I especially like summer. The willow tree is covered with cicadas, bulging spots and transparent cicadas, which tempts me to catch the addiction. Make an appointment with your friends, put a long bamboo pole on your back and wrap some cobwebs. Then put the spider silk on the pole and wrap it into black beans. Spit it on it and knead it, which is very sticky. Carefully fix the black beans on the pole head, find the cicada and climb the willow tree, aim at the cicada wings and shake them bit by bit, and the cicada will be caught. Cicada struggled, its tail spewed brown juice, and it couldn't be washed clean on its clothes. One time. In order to avoid cicada urine, I accidentally fell from a tree and had a slight concussion. My eyes, nose and mouth are bleeding, which is very scary. My mother came when she found out and took me to the hospital. She was originally a thin body, and suddenly her strength was incredible. She didn't scold me. She took good care of me. She gets up several times every night to listen to my breathing and heartbeat, for fear that something will happen to me. Long after I came home from the hospital, she would still touch my forehead at night. I seem to understand at once. That night, I felt a little hot and couldn't sleep. I turned around and saw the desk lamp still on. There is some wind outside the window, shaking wicker, and a hook silver moon shoots in, which is quiet and clear. Mother is still correcting students' compositions. I went to the table and said, "Mom, it's late. You also have a rest. " She looked at me and said, "No, I have to send a composition tomorrow." I shook my head: "Other teachers will tick and write the word" read ". Do you want to write a comment? " She just smiled and went on working. I knew I couldn't convince her, so I offered to help her change. She patted me on the shoulder. "You are still in primary school. How can you change the homework of middle school students? Ok, go to sleep! " The next day, she went to class. There is a pile of homework on the desk. I picked up a pencil, turned over the dictionary, marked the wrong words, and waited for my mother's evaluation in fear and trembling. On the corners of her mouth, I feel a sense of accomplishment, and I can help adults. Soon, I can give my suggestions to those students' words and sentences, and start trying to write a draft for correcting comments and give it to my mother for decision. During my convalescence at home, I read many essays by my brothers and sisters and gradually became familiar with their personalities. I can also read words and say their names. A few times they took me to the dormitory to play, so I teased their articles. Shake your head, angry and funny, like me and "bribe" me. Mom knew, and gave me a reason seriously. There is a saying that has always been in my heart: "Wen, things are small." Be practical, you can't be incompetent, you can't be incompetent "At that time, she was a little annoyed to see me and coaxed me for a long time. I didn't feel at ease to do her business until I understood something. Many years later, I applied for a university. She wants me to study Chinese at her alma mater, Sichuan University. I didn't agree. I hated words, even the combination of words. I said, "Look at you so tired every day. It's too difficult to be a teacher. I want to study engineering. "She respected my choice and let me leave Chengdu to study engineering in Chongqing. Who knows that fate is so arranged, I tried my best to get rid of teaching, but I stayed at school in the end. The only change is that I teach engineering. Every time I go back to my hometown on holiday, I will sit at that old desk, drink the tea made by my mother, chat with her and report my life at school. Listening to the sound of willows and watching the crescent moon slowly climb the treetops, I grew up and she was old. My mother died of stomach cancer. Among the children, she likes me best and always wants to be by my side. She knows that her cold nature has inherited the most from me. When she is seriously ill, she likes to recall the past and spend her days with her old laughter instead of sad tears. I'll pick her up. I put her ashes on the beautiful Gele Mountain. There is a willow beside the tomb of the spirit. People say you can hear the whispers of the moon there.