Dream of the Mid-Autumn Festival

Before dinner in lunar August 15 every year, my father always carried a broom made by himself to clean the inside and outside of the courtyard, and sometimes he made an exception to sprinkle some water to keep the clean and humid scenery. My mother steamed the Melaleuca cake in the kitchen, which was the moon cake in our countryside. The moon cake was dyed with red color on it, which used to be made of wood, and was shaped like a flower bone, later, when the flower bone dot was lost or destroyed, I used only one chopstick to touch the color and put nine to fifteen red dots on the lasagna cake, then it is worshiped in front of the statue of Avalokitesvara and the spirit of the ancestor liezun. After that, make dumplings, which are usually stuffed with leek eggs and tofu. The dumplings made by my mother have two shapes, one of which is popular, curved, evenly pleated, thin skin and full of stuffing, but boiled until ripe without breaking the belly. One is like a mouse, and the folds seem closer and more symmetrical. My younger sister and I just wanted to learn. After all, my younger sister was a girl. After learning for several times, she could freely pack out the dumpling with good style. However, I was clumsy and failed repeatedly, my sister made fun of my stupidity. However, I smiled. We boys didn’t learn how to make dumplings, so we ignored them and just waited to eat. After eating dumplings, my father began to gouge out the moon buds. This was the time when I was most excited. I wanted to do it by myself while watching my father gouging out symmetrical and beautiful buds from watermelons, apples and pears. When I held the knife, I didn’t know where to start. My father said that he casually removed it, while my sister was pointing fingers aside. I shivered and inserted a knife into a watermelon or an apple. I imitated my father’s appearance in my heart, moving the knife up and down, and finally formed after a while, but it was so crooked that my sister teased me that my melon teeth were totally different. I continued to practice. Later, I was responsible for gouging out melon teeth: I could finally gouging out symmetrical melon teeth. After doing all this, my sister and I took turns to go to the yard to see if the moon had peaked out. If I saw a little face of the moon, my sister and I shouted to my father loudly: The moon is coming out, the moon is coming out! So father, mother and us put the lasagna cake with red dot, cooked dumplings and gouged melon teeth on a square table, and carried them all to the courtyard, facing the place where the moon rose, my father lit a Incense of Buddha, inserted it in the incense burner on the square table respectfully, and then put his palms together to pray and wish him back to the room. My sister and I stayed outside the house all the time, watching the round and bright moon rising slowly. At first, the moon was like a shy girl, only revealing half a yellow but clean face, as if looking around. The trees in the distance stood silently, the darker and darker, only showing a vague outline, as if they were also appreciating the shy and beautiful face of the moon. The unsettled birds sang intermittent night songs among the unwithered trees. However, the whole village fell into the darkness and obscurity, as if wearing a thin and ethereal clothes. Gradually, the moon rose, a round face, clear and smooth, a piece of orange light scattered, the trees in the distance became more and more blurred, but the village was clear, it seemed that I changed into a golden one in a flash. The moon was walking slowly. She walked leisurely, moving slowly to the southwest from the east sky, and getting higher and higher, the whole village was bathed in her bright and clear brilliance. At this time, the moon seemed clear and transparent. My sister and I argued about where Sister Chang ‘e and Jade Rabbit were on the moon? Or there is no sister Chang E and Jade Rabbit at all? My sister said that Sister Chang ‘e was embroidered with Tweed under the osmanthus tree of the moon. Look, isn’t that black outline like the shadow of Sister Chang ‘e? The Jade Rabbit is eating fresh grass on one side of the moon! However, I can’t see that there is only one mystery in the bright circle with black and white moon crossing. The moon has been wandering for thousands of years, Witnessed the replacement of countless dynasties and the rise and fall of history. When the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows, she should be an extraordinary philosopher; When the moon is bright, she asks Qingtian about wine, and she is also a scholar who has experienced vicissitudes; After the dusk, the moon was also a sentimental woman; The moon of Qin dynasty was in the pass of Han Dynasty, and the Long March had not been returned, she was also a postman; Looking up at the moon, looking down at her hometown, she was also a homesick wanderer… But what on earth is the moon? Are there Sister Chang E and Jade Rabbit in the moon? Have? In this way, the moon has risen to the hollow, brighter, but farther. At this time, the village was extremely quiet. Vaguely, I heard someone’s dog or cat barking, but the voice gradually faded and then fell into silence. However, the chicken of whose family rang for a long time. The light of the Moon made the chicken think that the day was coming! It was not too late. My father and mother also came out and squatted under the moon with us. They broke off the melon teeth and ate the Melaleuca pancakes. Then they packed up the tributes for the moon. We were also sleepy, and then we all went back to the house to sleep. But I am still thinking about the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, the moon next year, the mysterious moon… But after we grew up, we got married one after another or because of work, but that kind of mid-autumn festival never met again. Therefore, the Mid-Autumn Festival has become a dream in our hearts, and the mysterious moon has also become a dream. Countless dreams have traveled in the cycle of time, from clear, hazy, the childish dream has been regretful year after year. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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