Mid-Autumn Festival every year, Mid-Autumn Festival every year. Mid-Autumn Festival, it is easy to associate with the happy scene of family reunion, eating moon cakes and appreciating the moon and writing poems. Therefore, Mid-Autumn Festival is endowed with the most humane and poetic folk festival. Reunion, celebration and poetry make Mid-Autumn Festival the second largest traditional festival after Spring Festival.
When I was a child, the Mid-Autumn Festival was what I longed for and expected. Because my family is poor, I can't afford to buy some decent dishes at ordinary times. Generally speaking, only when it comes to some major festivals can we have a delicious and unbridled meal. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father will get up early and go to the market to buy a lot of delicious food. My mother will cook it herself. I am like a greedy cat, as if my world is only orange juice I like to drink, moon cakes I like to eat and vegetables I like to eat. I can't bear to press the dish before it comes. I always hunt two times when my parents are not looking. However, parents will still find that they always say, "You are so poor!" " At this time, dad will hide the moon cakes and confiscate the orange juice. My heart itches, but I can always find them. Father saw that he had no choice, so he left with me. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. I will not enjoy the moon because I am still young, nor will I recite poems to the moon. I just went out to shoot with my neighbor. At that time, the fireworks were very cheap, not as glamorous as the fireworks now, but I was already dancing, just like the moon cakes at that time were very cheap, which made me nostalgic. Childhood dreams and wishes are always so simple, so beautiful and so easy to satisfy.
As the days passed, my childhood drifted away. However, to my delight, I can still spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my parents. There is not much material richness, and moon cakes are still like that, but that kind of warmth and happiness is full of emptiness. At this point, I am no longer that kid, I am no longer that greedy cat, and I am no longer ignorant of amorous feelings. I can't help but say, "When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace ... "Looking up at the sky, the night sky is blue and lonely, full of stars, the Milky Way is misty, high above the stars, and the moon is as quiet as a virgin, smiling intently. Comfort is embedded in poetry, and comfort reflects poetry. Mid-Autumn Festival is full of harmony between man and nature.
Now, I have grown up, far away from home, living in a different place, and it is the Mid-Autumn Festival. There is only a full moon in the night sky in a foreign land, and it looks bleak and deserted without the company of stars. It seems that the cold in the Guanghan Palace is pressing, and Chang 'e seems to cry at the top of her lungs. She became a fairy admired by everyone. She gained immortality that kings of all dynasties could not get all their lives, but at the same time she had to bear mental torture, loneliness and the pain of being away from her loved ones. "Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir, the sky is clear and the night is bright. "Have you ever regretted your waywardness? On a moonlit night, looking at people on earth, what do you think? The stars in the sky laugh at the people on the ground, but they can't understand and know enough. Can people in the world laugh at you?
This is not the first Mid-Autumn Festival I spent outside. But at the thought of the reunion festival, only my elderly father was at home, so I felt guilty and blamed myself. Yesterday, a brother suggested to me: "Mid-Autumn Festival is rare! Eat well and treat yourself well. " Yes! That's what I told my father, but when a table of dishes is ready, but he is alone, what is his mood? Material can be rich, but how to fill it! Even if it is a good meal, what can I do without my relatives? Last year, although I couldn't spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my father, at least my mother was there. It seems to be a complete home, which makes me less uneasy. Now that my mother has passed away, the Mid-Autumn Festival has become a pain for my father and me. The feeling of happiness, warmth and happiness will never come back.
It's Mid-Autumn Festival, and relatives are homesick. Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Time has drawn an insurmountable distance, and a person wanders like a shadow. When we get together once a year, we miss our loved ones on holidays.
Mid-Autumn Festival is a wound, a scar and a pain, but when it is lonely!