Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon fly by, and in a blink of an eye, it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival again. The following are essays I have compiled that are suitable for reciting during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Welcome to read and refer to them! Prose Is Suitable for Mid-Autumn Festival Recitation
During the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the family reunited together and felt so full of happiness that they even forgot about the difficulties and obscurities of life. Sometimes, I really wish we could go back to that time and we would never grow up.
Time flies, the moon waxes and wanes, and not every family can be reunited forever during the Mid-Autumn Festival. In her freshman year of high school, my eldest sister suffered from a cold and fever, which later turned into acute meningitis because she did not receive timely and effective treatment. After the operation, at ten minutes past midnight, my eldest sister's condition suddenly deteriorated, and my dear eldest sister left us forever. The eldest sister was the most talented and spiritual among our sisters. Her death was a huge blow to my parents. My parents were really heartbroken, and our younger brothers and sisters were also heartbroken. Father and daughter are connected by heart, mother and daughter are connected by heart, and the love between brothers and sisters is deep. The saddest and saddest thing in the world is the separation of life and death of a loved one, not to mention that the eldest sister was still a blooming girl at that time! God is so ruthless and cruel, and took away the fresh life of a 16-year-old girl in her prime.
I still remember that during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, my parents bought a few more mooncakes for the first time, but their faces lacked the deep joy of previous years and had a touch of sadness on their faces. I feel as if the bright moon in the sky that year was not as abundant and bright as in previous years, and the moonlight was no longer warm and bright, but seemed particularly deserted and lonely. In previous years, the moon was full and the people were full, but this year the moon is not full and the people are not full. "Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn?" Chanjuan may also understand the ways of the world and have a heart of compassion for heaven and earth.
Yes! The wheel of time still keeps turning, the water of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers still flows eastward day and night, and the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival still hangs in the sky every year. "Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner." I remember that when I was a freshman in high school, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival in school, and the school gave each of our students a moon cake. I don’t know why, but looking at the bright moon in the sky, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart. It was also the first time in my life that I felt homesick. At that time, I was particularly concerned about whether my parents at home could also eat mooncakes. I thought that during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, my family would be a lot lonely and deserted, because my sister and I were both studying away from home, and my sister and eldest brother had already married and lived separately. , there are only two parents left in the family. Later, when I went home during the National Day holiday, I still had a few mooncakes at home. My parents were worried that my sister and I had not eaten mooncakes at school. When we were eating the same mooncakes as before, our hearts were filled with strange emotions, our hearts were filled with deep warmth, and our eyes were a little moist.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It is difficult to do this in ancient times." Time flies, and the moon flies by. In the years to come, the family will be reunited together *** There is less and less time to enjoy the festival, we are getting older day by day, and our parents are getting older day by day amid the blooming and falling of the sweet-scented osmanthus. The Mid-Autumn Festival of reunion is also cast a shadow for a while. Prose 2 suitable for reciting during the Mid-Autumn Festival
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, families reunite. I stood on the balcony and let the night wind dry my dead eyes. I saw thousands of bright windows emitting warm and bright light, like millions of fireflies shrouding the world translucently, like a sky full of blazing stars, turning the night into melted sugar. Behind me is the deserted living room, and the light leaves a deep imprint on the cold floor. My tears just fell down, silently infiltrating the whole world.
This Mid-Autumn Festival died like this.
In fact, on those full-moon nights long ago, our family was not so lifeless. I thought of my mother-in-law and grandfather who were far away in a foreign land. Oh, what are they doing now?
Perhaps we miss it together. It has been nearly three years since I moved to this strange city. In the past three years, I have been walking through the city like a stranger. Just because I am not unfamiliar does not mean I am familiar. What I am familiar with should be a sparsely populated border town, where my entire childhood and childhood dreams are buried.
I thought of my mother-in-law and grandpa again, and the pleasant moments of being raised by one hand. Lying on the mat and listening to stories on a moonlit night. Waking up and falling asleep over and over again; pulling foxtails during the free day, lazily teasing the cat, and laughing lazily; going fishing together in the bright sunshine, dipping the feet in the water, and imitating the barking of dogs at the top of their lungs.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, my mother-in-law would cook a big pot of beans, and we would sit down on the cool rooftop with smiles and stuff our mouths with big handfuls of beans and mooncakes. Grandpa would tell old stories about his third aunt and uncle who didn’t know how many years ago, with the cat wagging its tail happily on the side.
But then I grew up, my mother-in-law and grandfather got old, the cat died, and the rooftop cracked. So I was picked up and thrown into this airtight city. My parents were busy with social activities, but I always stayed in a pale room alone, facing overwhelming homework. I looked up at the sky. The sky was heavy and dark, and the moonlight was clear and cold, so cold that it penetrated my bones and blood.
I hate this city. It shackles me like a shackle, and cuts me off from my hometown with tall concrete buildings.
My hometown is a small town on both sides of a small river, with a rooftop and dense trees, a group of children, a car-free road, dusty alleys and old telephone poles. This is not my hometown, although I have blood here.
I imagine that it is the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I am sitting on the rooftop of my hometown. My mother-in-law is still cooking beans, my grandpa is still telling his stories, the cat is still wagging its tail, and I am still young, Nothing will change.
It’s not real enough, but at least it’s not cold. Three essays suitable for reciting during the Mid-Autumn Festival
Appreciating the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the great beauty of life. There are twelve full moons in a year, but only the Mid-Autumn Festival moon has touched the hearts of generations of people throughout the ages. So, why is the moon like this only during the Mid-Autumn Festival in a year? I think this is at least somewhat related to the climate during the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the golden breeze is refreshing, and the air becomes transparent. It is a good time to admire the moon.
In ancient my country, when did the custom of admiring the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival originate? I have read many ancient books, and the earliest one may be the "Book of Rites." It is said in the chapter "Sacrifice to Yi": "Sacrifice the sun on the altar, sacrifice the moon on the ridge. To distinguish the dim light, to control the upper and lower. Sacrifice the sun in the east, worship the moon in the west. To distinguish the inside and outside, in order to maintain their position." Kong Yingda Shuyun: " Sacrificing the sun on the altar is called the vernal equinox; worshiping the moon on the ridge is called the autumnal equinox. "Sacrificing the sun in the east, when it is the first day of the Zhou Dynasty, is outer; worshiping the moon in the west, when it is Xiangxi, it is inner." It can be seen that the ancients worshiped the autumnal equinox. Western customs of worshiping the moon. "Zhou Rites." "Chunguan" says: "Mid-Autumn Festival, the night welcomes the cold (yin)". Autumn brings cold and overcast weather, so the ceremony is held at "night". Therefore, isn’t this kind of "welcoming cold" ritual and custom held on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival the reason for "worshiping the moon at the autumnal equinox" as mentioned in the "Book of Rites"? Isn’t this the origin of the custom of admiring the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival that continues to this day?
The Mid-Autumn Festival has been a traditional festival in my country for a long time. Why is it called the Mid-Autumn Festival? According to "Meng Liang Lu" written by Wu Zimu of the Song Dynasty: "On the 15th of August, it is half of the three autumn seasons, so it is called the Mid-Autumn Festival." He also said: "The moon is twice as bright as usual this night, and the golden breeze is refreshing. , The jade dew is cool, the osmanthus is fragrant, and the silver toad is full of light. "Facing this beautiful night, how many emotions have been evoked by poets and scholars in the past?
In the "Book of Songs", my country's earliest poetry collection, there is a love poem "Moonrise". The first sentence of each chapter is respectively "the moon rises brightly", "the moon rises brightly", and "the moonrise shines" to describe that under the bright moonlight, a soft and ethereal beauty aroused a man's strong admiration and uneasiness. . Compared with the sun, the moon has become subtle, bright, and full of gentleness. It has always been a symbol of light, purity, and beauty. However, it is also a full moon. Due to different people's moods, people have written many touching chapters for thousands of years. Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty's poem "Tonight, everyone looks at the bright moon, wondering who is missing in autumn." is full of deep nostalgia for friends.
Du Fu's "The dew is white tonight, the moon is the brightness of my hometown" and Li Bai's "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be the frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown." truly express the homesickness of a wanderer. of feelings. Liu Yuxi's "The old moon on the east side of the Huaishui River came over the female wall late at night." Through the description of the bright moon, it triggered memories of history. The country has become old and the people have changed. Only the bright and sentimental moon, passing through the parapet wall, still shines on this ancient and desolate old capital, allowing me to look back on the present and reflect on the past without feeling sad. Li Bai's "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any companionship. Raising glasses to the bright moon, facing each other to form three people." describes the quiet atmosphere of those drinking alone among the flowers on a moonlit night. It reflects the poet's lonely and depressed mood when he was rejected by eunuchs and powerful officials. There is also the Ming Dynasty Li Panlong's "The city is covered with a western mountain moon, and how many conscripts are about to look at it." It describes a bright moon on the frontier and the conscripts' homesickness.