Cold food essay 1 That spring, I taught Chinese in a school in the countryside. I personally nurtured this group of naive and lovely souls, full of crisp and delicate sounds, and I feel more lively and happy than ever before. The cold food, early in the morning, many chirping elves have covered the windowsill of my bedroom. They are noisy, like a group of larks named Chen; But I am together, but I can't see it; As soon as I opened the door, I burst in. They brought all kinds of cold food from the countryside, especially round and sweet green zongzi mixed with nascent wild vegetable juice. Green rice balls are made of glutinous rice flour, green, like translucent jade, with a little carmine on them. It is simply a simple handicraft. How can anyone want to eat?
In the evening, a large group of boys and girls came and asked me to go to a small village not far away to watch an open-air movie. This group of children swarmed around me, crossed the small bridge, crossed the bamboo forest and walked along the low round mountain, laughing and laughing all the way. The girl said, "Teacher, you are so fierce in class and your eyes are so big!" " "She used a small hand than a big circle bigger than my head, to illustrate my" fierce "degree. I said, "Ben, that's the way it should be. They said, "Teacher, is your home far from here?" ""it's far. " "How far is it?" "Well, that's it. "I compared my thumb with my forefinger for a short distance, and naturally they didn't believe me." Oh, liar! ""The little nose shrugged and his face turned away. I slowly connected and said, "This is on the map." So I laughed in surprise, and the crunching laughter spread far in the fields at night.
After a while, they had another idea. "Teacher, will you sing a play?" "No," I said, "I will scare you away by singing." So they began to retaliate. Hehe Tribe Tiger tunnel: "Teacher, when you come to our house, you must eat a bowl of poached eggs first, one for each family. This is our rule here! " I was surprised and quickly said, "Then I won't go." They cheered at once. "You have to go. You won't know the way back! " I said, "I know. Go back from here, through a small bamboo forest and a small stone bridge. That's our school. " They panicked again, grabbed me together and said in unison, "Don't go back, don't go back, we lied to you!" " ……"
What a beautiful night it is, a rare sunny day in southern China in spring. The warm wind blows and the stars twinkle in the distant sky; Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are blooming on the branches, spring tea is growing on the gentle hillside, and the stinging frogs have begun to play drums in the rice fields. Hand in hand, we walked along a winding path to the open-air cinema. Ah! Everything on this spring night can testify. How I wish to continue forever. ...
After entering the city, because of the hasty livelihood, no one has been to the fairy-tale beautiful small campus for a long time. Last Mid-Autumn Festival, I went back to my hometown leisurely and found that the low school building had been replaced by a five-story concrete teaching building. Old colleagues have dispersed a lot, and only two or three old friends are still working hard on that rich blackboard. And my clever children, the children who bother me in my fantasies. After all these years, you should have grown up long ago, right?
Cold food prose 2 catkins are flying, and the warmth of April has a touch of poetry. It's far from here. In that season of light smoke and heavy rain, you and I met in Yuen Long.
I've been thinking about what you were like a thousand years ago. Have you ever played the flute, broken willow branches and lost fireworks in this season, just to pay homage to those who are gone forever? So, you handed it down from generation to generation, saying it's a commemoration, but it's actually a warning.
Walking in the cold food in Yuen Long with an oil-paper umbrella and Hanfu, I just want to look for something that my ancestors once remembered and disappeared from me. Looking for my smile when I suddenly look back, and exploring the track of history.
The green is thick, the clear water kisses the shore, and the weeping willows sleep silently. I put my feet in the water, trying to explore the memory of water, but staring at me with green eyes. So, I visited the ancient city and touched the old traces left by time. The alleys were crooked and the neighborhood was crowded, and my figure seemed to have returned to the past. I saw the people at that time, abandoning the noise and returning to peace. A street with hundreds of families, but no smoke rose. Cold noodles and cold steamed buns constitute the reality of the day. On the bluestone road, there is nothing to say. On the Jialing River, the sound of smashing clothes will not stop. The light lit up the way home.
I woke up from my memory and groped for today's cold food, which was warm and noisy and crowded with people. After thousands of years of precipitation, the prosperity hidden behind the tranquility has finally come out of the generate, and the shore has not changed, but it is clear. Through the thick dust, when history has passed, the original prosperity has become the hot money that countless people mourn.
Can only mourn, can only wait and see, can only enjoy, can only sigh.
The past has evolved into history in the passage of generations, and we can no longer find the scenery at that time. In a thousand years, who will know today's grand occasion and who will talk to whom? The only thing left, only the graceful posture on the shore, gradually dispersed in the weak willows. Finally, we will only remember that Mianshan was burned to death a long time ago, so today's festival is here.
And those of us who miss history just miss it after all.
Standing alone, inseparable.
Cold Food Festival Prose 3 Before the Tang Dynasty, the Cold Food Festival was a very prosperous festival. In Wang Lengran's Cold Food, it is recorded that autumn is more expensive than winter, so it is best to have cold food before spring. It is said that the Cold Food Festival was in full swing at that time. In contrast, Qingming has little influence. However, since the Tang Dynasty, Tomb-Sweeping Day has gradually prospered and cold food has gradually declined. Finally, Tomb-Sweeping Day actually replaced the Cold Food Festival. How does it change between the two? Might as well elaborate.
The Cold Food Festival has a history of 2,640 years. Compared with the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day with a history of more than 2,500 years, it is almost the same, only 100 years. As one of the twenty-four solar terms, Tomb-Sweeping Day recorded in the almanac: "The fifteenth day after the vernal equinox is Qingming, and everything is pure and clear, hence the name." A good explanation of the origin of the name Qingming. There are two kinds of folklore about the Cold Food Festival. One is to commemorate Vulcan. Second, in the Spring and Autumn Period, Jin meson pushed his thigh to save Jin Wengong, and was burned to death by Jin Wengong. In memory of him, Jin Wengong ordered a fire ban on this day. Therefore, Qingming Festival and Cold Food are two festivals with historical origins.
Tomb-Sweeping Day gradually replaced the Cold Food Festival from the Tang Dynasty. First of all, because Tomb-Sweeping Day and the Cold Food Festival are closely linked in time, it will be clear after the Cold Food Festival. Secondly, both festivals have the significance of remembering ancestors. These two points provided a good foundation for the gradual merger and substitution of Qingming cold food after the Tang Dynasty.
In addition, the disadvantages of the Cold Food Festival have also become an important reason for its gradual decline. The Cold Food Festival, also known as the Fire Prohibition Festival, is recorded in Huan Tan's "New Theory" in the Han Dynasty: "People in Taiyuan County don't eat for five days in the dead of winter, although they are ill, they dare not commit crimes." Wang Jian's Cold Tour says, "If you don't burn paper money for three days, how can you get paper money and yellow land?" These two records strongly prove the inconvenience caused to the people by the prohibition of cold food and fire. As a good festival for outing, Qingming provides favorable conditions for its prosperity.
It has always been a folk custom to worship ancestors at the Cold Food Festival. After many twists and turns, it was not officially confirmed until the Tang Dynasty, and it gradually became a Qingming custom. "Or if you eat cold food and go to the grave, you will be happy again. If you sit on the soft side, you never look embarrassed, you should stop. " People drink more and have fun during the memorial service. The official thinks this is disrespectful to their ancestors, so it is forbidden. In the 20th year of Tang Kaiyuan (732), the imperial court issued a pardon order, allowing cold food to go to the tomb to offer sacrifices. It is recorded in Cold Food Festival that cold food goes to the grave, and the ceremony is unwritten, which has been handed down from modern times and soaked into custom. In other words, the increasingly popular custom of cold food going to the grave has been allowed again.
Since the Tang Dynasty, Qingming has gradually been confused with the Cold Food Festival. In the Ming and Qing dynasties, people said that Qingming was far more than cold food. As the most powerful era in ancient China, the Tang Dynasty made great progress in all aspects and became the first dynasty in Tomb-Sweeping Day to take a long vacation. In the 24th year of Tang Kaiyuan (736), Qingming holiday lasted for four days. In the 13th year of the Tang Dynasty (778), Tomb-Sweeping Day had a five-day holiday, and in the 6th year of Zhenyuan (790), the holiday was increased to seven days. Since then, there have been holidays in all dynasties.
Since 2008, Tomb-Sweeping Day has been officially listed as a national statutory holiday. On this day, people ceremoniously carry out activities to worship their ancestors and promote the traditional folk culture of respecting the elderly and filial piety of the Chinese nation. However, the Cold Food Festival is not Tomb-Sweeping Day. The story of the Cold Food Festival is little known, but there is a beautiful legend. The Cold Food Festival is also called "No-smoking Festival" or "Cold Food Festival", and it is also called "Hundred Five Days Festival", that is, the first 105 day from winter to the future, that is, one or two days before Tomb-Sweeping Day, people generally ban smoking and only eat cold food. Later, the customs of sweeping and hiking were gradually increased. The Cold Food Festival lasted for more than two thousand years and was once called the biggest folk festival. It happens to be in Tomb-Sweeping Day in 24 solar terms, so people regard the Cold Food Festival as Tomb-Sweeping Day. Seeing that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, in order to understand this folk custom, I carefully read the article "Jie Zhitui Don't Talk about Lu" in the Ancient Literature Review, and I always feel that people should be informed in the form of an article to commemorate Jie Zhitui, a respectable good man in ancient China.
During the state of Jin, my younger brother became a monarch, and the son of Jin was exiled and displaced. Jin's son can't go home because of poverty, and he often complains bitterly because of poverty, and the bread is hard to swallow every day. He followed one of his advisers, Jie Jie, and one day secretly cut a piece of meat from his thigh and cooked a bowl of broth for Jin's son to drink. Judging from the way he wolfed down, J.J.' s push seemed obvious. Although Jin Gongzi found Jiezhitui limping and didn't care at that time, he was later told that Jin Gongzi was sincerely grateful to him.
Later, Zhong Er, the son of the Jin Dynasty, became a monarch, that is, Jin Wengong in history. However, when rewarding his achievements, he forgot to introduce them. Jie Zhitui has no regrets and lives in seclusion in the mountains of his hometown with his old mother. Jie Zhitui thinks that he can become a monarch without my help. Although people demand official positions, Jie Zhitui thinks that this is not good for the country and the people. How noble is the quality of insight push.
One day, Jin Wengong suddenly remembered Jiezhitui and asked his men to ask Jiezhitui to push him out of the mountain. Jie Zhitui didn't see him or leave the mountain forest, so Jin Wengong decided to invite him personally. Where can I find such a big mountain forest? Someone noticed this and forced Yamakaji to walk out of this mountain forest by putting him on three sides. As a result, a traitor was excluded because he was jealous that the solution would be reused after it came out of the mountain, so he secretly let people burn mountains all around. As a result, Jie Zhi and his old mother were burned alive in the mountains. When Jin Wengong and his party found Jie, they found him holding his old mother and burned to death under a big willow tree.
The following year, Jin Wengong attended the memorial service on foot in plain clothes and expressed his condolences. Before the grave, the dead old willow tree came back to life, and the green branches fluttered. Jin Wengong looked at the old willow tree and seemed to see the meson push. He picked some wicker branches, braided them into a circle and put them on his head. Because it is Tomb-Sweeping Day, Jin Wengong named the resurrected old willow "Qingming Willow". In the future, in order to commemorate Jie Zhitui's loyalty and filial piety, people consciously only eat cooked food on this day without setting off fireworks. For thousands of years, the cultural connotation of this festival has become increasingly rich. Perhaps it is because of Du Mu's poems that people confuse Tomb-Sweeping Day with the Cold Food Festival.
This story should be remembered by contemporary China people forever, remembering Mr. Jie Zhitui's noble character of loyalty to the monarch, filial piety and bad faith, and also making contemporary people reflect on their roles and responsibilities when they set foot in Tomb-Sweeping Day.