Suddenly, the sky was full of fireworks and colorful. With the sound of firecrackers, there was a faint voice. Looking back at the people in the brightly lit city, my lonely figure seems very lonely, but the quiet moonlight lingers around me. I am like a ray of scattered fireworks, living a different kind of Lantern Festival alone in a remote mountain village, lonely and happy.
Lantern Festival is an ancient and traditional festival in China, which was popular as early as 2000 years ago in the Han Dynasty. At that time, the Han royal family had regarded the fifteenth day of the first month as a court holiday, and the dude, the court beauty, the poems and songs, and the lanterns were all in sight. Later, scholars followed suit, which made the matter spread among the people. Emperor Han Ming of the East ordered the people to call this day Lantern Festival and Shangyuan.
Lantern Festival is an ancestral culture with a long history. However, any culture depends on material inheritance. Occasionally, I heard that Liang Sicheng's former residence was razed to the ground in the roar of the machine, and the standard Beijing quadrangle, which once carried China culture, suddenly turned into a pile of rubble.
The authorities concerned believe that this is a maintenance demolition. I don't know how many cultural sites have disappeared under this high-sounding lie. Their concept of development is eroding the traditional culture of China. In the long run, our descendants don't know if they will remember that they are descendants of the Chinese people. In the long run, how can we meet our ancestors?
Only the nation belongs to the world. Nowadays, children are being assimilated by foreigners. They like foreigners' festivals more and more, not to worship the stories in foreigners' festivals or to commemorate the characters in the stories in foreigners' festivals. They are chasing at a loss, just because we are increasingly ignoring our own culture.
After so many years, I wonder if our descendants will remember the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival. How can you bear to see such an ending for adults who trample on their ancestral culture with robot reptiles?
The moon has risen quietly, the sky is round, and the fireworks in the distance are still dull. The noise of the world of mortals only makes me lonely. I am like a wisp of scattered fireworks, escaping from the shadows in this slightly cold wind and working hard in this fleeting time. I am hysterically clamoring to keep more of my ancestors' culture and leave more memories for history. Wes, who am I traveling with?
I wish you a happy Lantern Festival.