Mid-Autumn Prose 1 Reading Li Bai's thoughts on quiet nights and appreciating Yu Guangzhong's homesickness. Inadvertently, it is already the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is full. Life is short. "Today, people don't see Gu Yue, and this month they look at the ancients." What is eternal is the moon in the sky, and what is changing is always the people of Na Yue. It is true that every year is similar, and every year is different.
The moon is heartless, and it is us who are affectionate. The moon is unintentional, but we are intentional. Throughout the ages, poets and writers have splashed ink and chanted infatuation. There are bright moons rising from the mountains in the sky and heroes in the vast sea of clouds. A statue of the moon is still alive and life is like a dream. There is helplessness when spring flowers and autumn moons come. The moonlight shines in the pine forest, and the crystal stone shines in the calm stream. What's more, the bright moon is in the sky, asking for wine and asking for heroic days. The moon is now full on the sea, and the world is vast at this time ... The moon is the immortal soul of China people and the matchmaker when boys and girls fall in love.
There is no hometown in the world, only a foreign land. Think more about your loved ones during the holidays! Mid-Autumn Festival is also the most lovesick festival. Being in a foreign land, the beauty and affection of my hometown seem to be fermented and inseparable from my dreams. Those dribs and drabs in my hometown, like the wine in the fermentation pool, gurgled, active and restless, emitting intoxicating fragrance. This is homesickness.
What is homesickness? It's just that mom's nagging, dad's scolding, grandpa's candied haws, grandma's popcorn, grandma's bridge ... ordinary grass and trees, one person and one thing, have all become deep homesickness. Unforgettable, lingering, some netizens said in their blogs: Only pepper can alleviate the homesickness in the stomach. Those who said this were probably friends from Hunan, Sichuan or Guizhou. Southerners go to the north, and their homesickness is mostly rice. When northerners go to the south, homesickness may be noodles and steamed buns.
Mid-autumn moon, hometown bright. The bright moon is the same moon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is also the same Mid-Autumn Festival. There is no difference. What is different is our own heart, which is all because of the people under Na Yue. When we carry our bags on our backs and look far away without looking back, we go through hardships to find the paradise in our hearts and the ideal paradise. One day, I suddenly turned around and found that "there is no place to walk in the iron shoes, and that person is in the dim light"! Heaven is in your heart, and the promised land is your hometown. We turned around and went back to the original place, and suddenly realized that life is like this. How bright the moonlight is at home! , the somebody else is a relative of my hometown! Everyone will sigh like this, and everyone has a homesickness complex.
"The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown. The wind in my hometown, the cloud in my hometown. " Everything in that hometown is love. Come back, come back, wanderer. ChristianRandPhillips's affectionate singing has been ringing in my ears for 20 years, and it is still fresh in my memory and has not faded any color. Relatives in hometown, old people want to leave their leaves behind, and teenagers are eager to go far away, each with its own direction and goal. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
The beauty of hometown lies in the bright moon. I have seen the moon on the vast sea and the moon on the vast mountains. But not as charming as the bright moon rising on the low stone mountain in my hometown. "Spend a lot of money, you can get the help of mountains and rivers. If you don't reach Xiaoxiang, you can't have poetry. " Mingyue, Yanzhu, Xiaoxiang. Small bridges and flowing water. Shore, Lan Ting, Maolin bamboo, moonlight night wind lotus. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the fragrance is floating, the moonlight is shallow, and people meet after dusk. The beauty of hometown lies in poetry, in people and in the heart. Anyone who has read Liu Zongyuan's Eight Chapters of Yongzhou knows that that kind of beauty absorbs the soul and erodes the bones. Once you see it, it will never leave you. Come and see for yourself. Don't regret being scratched.
Twenty years in the city, it seems that I haven't seen the moon for more than ten years. Only a few days, there are several stars in sight and chat, one has a plate, in the cracks of skyscrapers. The moon seems sleepy and there is no light. The flashing neon lights, bright street lamps and thousands of lights quietly cover up the brilliance of the bright moon and hide the moon, so that we can be infatuated. I remember living in a tile house in the country when I was a child. At that time, there were no electric lights, but kerosene lamps or tea lamps were lit. The light is dim, like a small bean dancing romantically on the wick. The gloss is too small to be longer. If it's too long, mom will scold it. Therefore, in summer, I often catch some fireflies and put them in bottles to make them emit beautiful light for illumination. Because there is no light, I look forward to the stars and the moon every day in sunny weather. At that time, there seemed to be many stars and the moon was particularly bright. The moonlight is clear and bright. Moonlight is often bright, just like during the day. I often read and write under the moon. That kind of happiness can't be described in words. Reading under the moon, even the smallest words can be read clearly. Now, even the moon can't be seen. It's really fun when you are poor, but you lose happiness when you are rich!
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! The moon in my hometown is actually our heart lamp. It won't come on until the lights around it go out.
It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and see the full moon again. Mid-Autumn Festival is a romantic, warm, blessing, missing and reunion day. The farthest thing in the world is the heart. The biggest thing in the world is the heart. The nearest thing in the world is the heart. After all, the world is just a small place. May there be a lover in the world and everything be fine. I wish all parents in the world good health and all the best. May all beings in the world be round and happy.
I can't go back this year. My parents are very old. Think about how many Mid-Autumn Festival I can spend with them. Only a handful. I can't help feeling sad. Let's call and say hello. Parents, but you don't care. It seems that there are still hundreds of years left, and they still go out early and come back late, working endlessly. I remember eating moon cakes and watching the bright moon with my parents and sisters in the red wall yard when I was a child. At that time, there was only one moon cake for each person, and the stuffing was only white sugar, and the shell was very rough. It rustles in your mouth, but it feels sweet as hell. Those Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is like water, and the world is clear. Those years were warm and beautiful. Now it's in a dream, but I can't reach it. Naively speaking, there are no more delicious moon cakes and no more pure moon.
How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown. The most beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival is always in a dream. It stayed in my childhood memory and became the most precious wealth in my life.
I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery!
Mid-Autumn Prose 2 Looking at the long valley with fallen leaves, quietly listening to the sadness of late autumn slipping through the wounds of the season, the sadness felt by flowing faded in an afternoon dusk.
It's dusk recently, and my eyes are at dusk. The sky is especially clear and empty. On the vast Yuan Ye, there is only an old tree, with bare branches and worried eyes, standing silently. Most of the leaves have fallen, leaving only a few pieces, unable to face the autumn wind, dancing west and west, indifferent and speechless.
For late autumn, my sigh is that my mood is getting deeper every year. On the one hand, I am sad because of the bleak sadness, on the other hand, I am full of yearning for the autumn when the autumn wind sends me cool. However, when it really appeared in front of me in depression, I couldn't bear to be alone. Therefore, in my late autumn leaves, lingering melancholy, after a season of filtering and washing, has precipitated into sadness.
In the past years, Zi Mei once said that "Wan Li is sad for autumn". In fact, the sadness in autumn goes far beyond Wan Li. Between heaven and earth, people have ulterior motives. Where is it not filled with this vast and majestic atmosphere?
Every autumn, people's mood is heavy. Even a prisoner must have a kind of affection that you can't have. A heavy sadness in autumn. But this autumn with many fallen leaves, I think autumn is more sad and unpredictable.
The reason why I am sad about autumn, and the reason why I sigh about autumn, is mostly because of the heaviness. Sincerity is not known until it is heavy. In late autumn, I also know the dream after autumn.
When the lead is washed away, the colors attached to the outside are stripped off, and the simplicity inside is exposed, we feel that we are an honest self, a self without any hypocrisy. What we need is a sincere heart, and what we need is the primary color of life.
Autumn is like this. The withering of trees, flowers and leaves reveals its essence. It uses the most sentimental form, obliterates the autumn wind with bleak, and fills the autumn with desolation. The solemn autumn color, with its melancholy, shows the mottled life in front of us. This is not a false form, but a true feeling, sincere feelings.
Sad autumn, sad people. What is really sad is ourselves. The natural seasons are not sophisticated and smooth, nor are they despicable disputes. What they show us is their essential simplicity. But what shall we show? What do we show each other? It can show what we don't have; What it doesn't have is exactly what we show. That distressing interference, that painful obliteration.
There are four natural seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Why is there no birth, aging, illness and death in the four seasons of life? Is it autumn for the dying elderly and terminally ill? In the autumn of my life, I really feel a deep sadness.
Confused, my eyes extended into the distance. There is a deep and persistent tree in Yuan Ye in the distance. Around him, the setting sun is covered with a golden halo, which is a kind of affectionate and moving expression. My visual tree is expanding. For a long time, suddenly, an unprecedented shock struck my soul so strongly that I was shocked to tears. This is a tree, and this is an irresistible force.
After traces of heartache and the baptism of fallen leaves, the tree surpassed itself and sublimated itself. Although the tree is full of scars, although the tree is full of melancholy, although the tree is swaying its gaunt body, it still stands upright, majestic and unyielding, and stands out from its dignity and self-esteem. In the laws of nature, it holds high and interprets it with its unyielding style and wordless persistence. With the pride of life, the tragic life and the unyielding life, an eternal landscape is displayed. It abandons all external temptations, so its life is perfect. This is beyond comparison Is lonely, but also melancholy. What a broad mind this is. I was deeply moved.
On the earth, everything coexists, and only it stands. At this time, the confusing scenery in my eyes is beautiful and refreshing.
Watch, I am as devout as a believer.
The sadness that has been pestering me for a long time has accumulated my grief and indignation for a long time. At this moment, everything is gone. The true meaning of life is so real in front of me. My heart is full of peace and harmony, my thoughts are long and profound, and my restless mood is gradually becoming empty.
The reason why I am struggling in the shadow of melancholy is only because I have not been able to feel the feelings of life, and it is precisely because I have no sentimentality in late autumn. In other words, I have never been moved by having life. With the sincere support of those friends around me, I have experienced the colorful colors of late autumn again and again. Maybe I just lack the style of smiling at nature.
That tree, as the dignity of life, has been deeply fixed in my heart. In meditation, I seem to hear it shouting, life, eternal silence, so I have a sacred place of eternal smile in my heart.
In late autumn, I waved the blurred autumn wind. In late autumn, I bid farewell to the desolation of fallen leaves and never came back.
Mid-Autumn Festival Prose 3 Mid-Autumn Festival, looking up at the moon, it's a little cold, there are no stars in the sky, and there is less noise from people coming and going on the ground. Maybe people are having a party at home at the moment. This Mid-Autumn Festival is the first 19 Mid-Autumn Festival in my life, and it is also the first time I have spent it outside. There is no festive atmosphere in the quiet campus. I feel a little lonely when I see the moon that is not so bright in the night sky. In my later years, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with my relatives and friends, but this year I lost my relatives in the Mid-Autumn Festival. As the saying goes, "the moonlight shines in my hometown." Now I finally feel that the Mid-Autumn Festival is a round day, but my family and I are 700 miles away, and the Mid-Autumn Festival moonlit night is different from Guangzhou Thought Night. This night reminds me of the warmth of home. What are parents doing at this time? Are you also wondering if I feel a little lonely at night when I am in a foreign land?
When I think of the beauty of the sentence "I hope people live long, but I feel sad". I don't know why I am really homesick at this time, thinking that there are moon cakes to eat in the Mid-Autumn Festival in my later years, but there are no moon cakes this year, because I don't want to buy them because I don't have relatives around, and they taste tasteless. Write down your feelings, but now I am the only one, and everything has changed, both good and bad. Life is much better than before. You can eat all kinds of moon cakes and eat a lot. It's a pity that I am the only one, and I have no relatives to accompany me for the holidays. It's really a kind of sadness.
I wish my parents good health and happy holidays! Finally, I wish my friends that there is a sentient being in the world, enjoying the bright moon and having a round heart.
Mid-Autumn prose is like water, as if in a blink of an eye, spring goes to Qiu Lai, and a year's work is drifting away. In the streets, shops and shopping malls, colorful moon cakes are filled with a strong Mid-Autumn Festival atmosphere. Try to buy all kinds of moon cakes, fruits, vegetables, red bean paste and five kernels; Bagged, bulk, boxed; Red, yellow, green and purple ... just haven't tasted moon cakes-
I remember when I was a child, when the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, every family was full of yearning and excitement, especially busy mothers.
First of all, my mother will collect dried flowers, gourd flowers, roses and fragrant bean leaves early to dry, then smash the tarts with a stone "artisan's nest", and then ask someone to buy some Redmi and turmeric from the city. Secondly, during the intermission of daily work, collect dead branches and roots, dig or pull out seeds, wheatgrass and unstable mugwort branches, go home to dry, or dry some cow dung outside the courtyard wall. Steamed moon cakes are not comparable to ordinary steamed dry food buns, and the cooking stove should also have good fuel.
A few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother soaked the "bad son" prepared in advance in warm water, put the topping on it, fermented it, and then continued half a bowl of dried noodles every hour or two, and stirred it into a paste with appropriate warm water for about ten times, about half a pot. According to the standard of a bowl of noodles, add a proper amount of warm water to knead the noodles for about two hours at a time, and knead them ten times and eight times in a row. Many a mickle makes a mickle. The two pots are full, soft and energetic, and the hands are tilted.
Early in the morning, my mother was busy with my aunt and grandmother.
First of all, according to the thickness and pigment types of moon cakes in my "Bagua" steamer, the prepared noodles are evenly pulled into several balls. Then, rub the ball with one hand and rub it for ten times. Smooth, firm and round, flatten with the palm of your hand. Then use a rolling pin to push open a piece of bread with a thickness of half a centimeter and a diameter of 45 centimeters, and evenly spread the freshly squeezed linseed oil; Huang Chengcheng, fragrant, then sprinkled with turmeric, sprinkled with sugar, and sprinkled with a thick layer of white flour; Finally, tightly rolled into a roll and pressed into a ball; Compacted, rolled into the shape just now, and sprinkled again. This is a veritable good bottom layer and the most delicious layer.
Then, do the same thing, roll it layer by layer, sprinkle the prepared pigments layer by layer, and pile it up layer by layer to a thickness of ten centimeters. Or cut it open and dig out colorful scratches, or roll it into a "horse trip field", or cover it with a top layer to make colorful steamed cakes. Finally, roll out a paper-thin dough to completely wrap the whole moon cake and carry it into the cage with four hands. Only one moon cake is contained in one cage, and two, three and four cages are steamed at a time.
At this time, the boiling water has already been boiled in the large iron pot that is "sitting and lying" on the stove, and the steamer is neatly placed on the cauldron; Then use clean rags or other soft objects to block all the places that may be breathable, such as the edge of the pot, the gap of the steamer and the gap of the lid; Use strong and durable firewood such as dead tree rights and cow dung blocks to burn for half an hour at a time to prevent "slipping". When the hot air on the pot cover rises for quite some time, it is necessary to temporarily cease fire; Pause for a quarter of an hour, the heat will drop slightly, and then burn for half an hour with warm fire. So burn it four times, steam it for two or three hours, a large pot of water will boil, and the moon cakes will be steamed.
At that time, in order to steam moon cakes, I asked my teacher for leave every year to be a "fire girl".
After the moon cake is steamed, it needs two people to lift it three times and turn it twice, put it upright and steady, "point" it with wood with red pigment, and point safflower on the steamed white flour, and it will have color. Let it dry overnight, peel it off and cut it into cubes with the size of 15 cm, and you can eat it. Sweet and delicious when fresh; Crisp and delicious, layered, fat but not greasy, the days after the Mid-Autumn Festival are chewed in this sweetness.
The Mid-Autumn Moon Night is even more worth mentioning. When the bright moon climbed over the treetops and stood on the roof, the deep sky was clear and transparent, and the stars in the past seemed to be gone. The bright moonlight fell like water in the spacious courtyard of the farmhouse, brighter than during the day. Every household moves out of its own square table, carries a complete moon cake with the moon pattern on it, respectfully presents it in the center of the square table, and presents its harvested fruits or other delicious food in the surrounding platter, which is called "offering the moon". Old people will also tell stories about "Chang 'e" and "Jade Rabbit". Looking up at the moon, I always want to see the dancing Chang 'e or the playful white rabbit from the "Jade Plate".
At this time, it is time for the children to sneak into the neighbor's yard in groups of three and five, secretly break off a small piece of moon cake, or take a bunch of grapes or an apple and pear, and go to other homes to peek with a smile and wait for an opportunity. This is not a thief's behavior, it is a custom. Adults will not take it seriously and will not blame it. Some even know that children are coming and deliberately hide in the house to create opportunities for children.
I think of the infinite fun of festivals, but I really miss the poor and carefree days, the warm and rich festive atmosphere, the affection and joy rubbed out during festivals ... Maybe I miss my teenage life because people are old!
The days are really good now, and there are many moon cakes, but the festive atmosphere is getting more and more indifferent. Eating moon cakes is the ornament of the festival, and the rich atmosphere of steaming moon cakes in my hometown is probably gone forever. The cauldron of moon cakes in my hometown has long been surrounded by all kinds of small moon cakes in the city. Squeezing into the eyes of the urban reinforced concrete forest, it is not easy to see the clear moonlight like water. How can you not be emotional?