Chinese people are no strangers to the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I remember that when I was a child, I didn't use the name of this literary name. My mother always used the name "August 15th". We also remembered the 15th day of the eighth lunar month.
In the years before the reform and opening up, every family was struggling. The scenery of the small county town in the north is in my childhood impression. Although there is a sea, it is called a fairyland, but it is mostly grayish in color and there are few trees. The colors in my impression are those colorful flags flashing in the crowd accompanied by tweeters, such as school sports meets, and mass parades celebrating great victories.
Marrying a daughter-in-law is a landscape, not so soft and contrived at the moment, which makes people really look at it and happy. The red cotton-padded jacket worn by the new wife, I think it was the best look at that time.
Thinking back to my childhood, I was really poor, because my family had similar lives, so there were not so many "hatred of the rich" and "hatred of officials" as there are today. ""Fu" is a derogatory term, and "poor" is a commendatory term. Comrade Xiaoping has turned this "turn" around for many years after the reform and opening up-only then did I understand that "rich" is a good word.
Because of "poorness", the festivals at that time were not as overwhelming as today. The Spring Festival is a big festival, "August 15th" because it is about reunion, it is a celebration, but it is the attraction of a moon cake, there is no big movement.
Speaking of this reunion, in my childhood memories, because I always lived as a family, I didn't feel much about "reunion". On the contrary, if you quarrel with your parents, the most annoying mutter in your mouth must be "Leave home quickly, and run as far as possible!"
Forgetting when it started, "August 15th" has become more and more important, and my mother has also changed the name to "Mid-Autumn Festival". Whenever the festival is approaching, my mother’s phone number will be called every three and a half. After the cold and warm, the ending words must be "Is it possible to come back on the Mid-Autumn Festival?", "Well, if you are busy at work, then you should be busy. , Waiting for the Spring Festival together.", "Your dad and I are fine, don’t worry. Now life is better, and everything is sold in the market. When your dad drinks, I will also drink a small cup now. What about beer."...
My mother was unwilling to eat well because of hard work. She was in poor health and her ears became more and more back. The next call will be dialed by my father, she will speak. Even if we talk loudly, she always interrupts, and the call is so reasonable and interesting. Listening to my mother's self-talking call became a happy and sad memory for us later. I often talk to my children.
The year my mother was just 60 years old, she left us forever, and it has been 24 years.
When the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, my father also likes to call us. He doesn't have much time at home, so he often asks questions about work, and he also talks about some big ideas. Later, when he said that he was already an old man, his chattering was just the usual thing. A few years ago, my father's ears began to recede, and his words became more and more like what my mother had said.
My father also left a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival two years ago. He was eighty-nine years old, and his relatives and friends said it was longevity. What can you say if you don't talk about high life? Didn’t you say you want to be a centenarian?
For the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, I returned to my hometown in Chengdu, Sichuan, because of the plan for the fifth stop of the "Ten Years and Ten Countries".
Because of my father’s military service, I was not born and raised in Chengdu, but always lived in the north. Although he is close to his relatives in Chengdu, he doesn't speak Chengdu dialect and doesn't know much about Chengdu's customs. However, whenever I come to Chengdu, especially when I am embracing my relatives in Chengdu, the natural blood relationship of a family is often forgotten and difficult to control.
When my father was alive, he found the genealogy of the old Zhang family in Chengdu and hoped to repair it again, and hoped to continue to record it. The oldest in my generation is Brother Yunlin, he is 89 years old this year. The old Zhang's past, he can tell clearly. I went to chat with him a few years ago. The joys and sorrows of several generations sounded like a century of China.
I plan to go to Yunlin's place and stay for a while, to sort out the story of the old Zhang family. Said it is to repair the genealogy, but in fact, I want to see from the perspective of "small family" how "everyone" went on to compete in China, and how blessed it was. Look at how "everyone" decides the destiny of "Xiaojia", and how "Xiaojia" is tenacious, like a grass that "spring breeze blows and regenerates", giving birth to thousands of lights, which are passed on from generation to generation.
Talking about it for a long time, although I have come to Chengdu, I really want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival here, but I haven't reunited with my relatives in Chengdu.
At noon, my fourth cousin Yunzhong sent my favorite old-flavored jasmine tea. He also sent four mooncakes, a bottle of wine, half a Chengdu dried duck, and steaming couple's lung slices to the hotel. I haven't met, but the taste of hometown is full.
In accordance with Chengdu’s strict anti-epidemic regulations, today is the sixth day of my 14+7 days hotel quarantine.
It is still the Mid-Autumn Festival of one person, the full moon outside the window of one person, and the thought of Chengdu and relatives of one person.
In fact, I am used to a person's Mid-Autumn Festival, I am afraid I still have some favorite flavors. Because one can stare at the full moon quietly, let the head empty, let the mood fly, let all people and things surge to the heart one after another, slapping and stroking, laughing and crying...
Today's full moon is golden and very clear, the background of the sky is blue and black, and the stars sit scattered in the sky.
I sat in an empty room and turned off the lights so that the light of the full moon could spill into the room. It was a little bit cold, but it was enough to see the outline of every item in the room. Before leaving, the TWG Tea moon cakes sent by Mei Rong, opened the red box and melodious music would sound. I tried hard to recall those long-term memories, trying hard to grasp it, and then pull it back, only to find that what I grasped was the shadow, the light, the radiance of the full moon, and it was a bit cold.
My mother looked at me with a smile, and so did my father. The second brother laughed haha, little red sister looked at me grinningly, her son Liangliang stood timidly on the side and said, "Uncle San, you are here"...
Thinking of last year’s Mid-Autumn Festival, I was walking alone on the road for a hundred days. That night, I was in Winnipeg, Canada. On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the previous year, after taking care of my father's funeral, I rushed back to continue walking for a hundred days. I was in Regina, Canada that night. I wrote an article "Mid-Autumn Memories of the Prairie", I said: I don’t want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival, I just want to fill the lovesickness with the boundlessness of the grassland...
Tonight, Canada on the other side of the Pacific Ocean and Regina in Prairie Province. The swan farm where I once lived for a hundred days is also the golden season of autumn. Sister Zhu Xiaoming, the hostess of the swan farm, must be full of friends in the big yard, the red bonfire has risen again, the full moon is accompanied by the singing and dancing people, reciting the prose and poems written by them with heart, making the full moon rounder and letting the full moon stay. Time is longer.
The recorded ancestors of my family came from Xiaogan Township, Ximenwai, Macheng County, Huangzhou Prefecture, Hubei Province. They moved to Lengjiaying, Beimenwaiqian Village, Pixian County, Chengdu Prefecture during the Kangxi period because of Zhang Xianzhong's Tuchuan in the late Ming Dynasty. They have more than 600 acres of paddy fields. Genealogical record: "The ancestor's life was farming and reading as his career, and his family was diligent and thrifty. The ancestor was virtuous, conscientious, and advocating with the public to follow the family, and the sons are all powerful." After more than 300 years, it has lasted for more than 40 years. a generation.
Looking through the genealogy written with a brush in my hand, I wondered how the Chinese were different from other ethnic groups. Thinking about it, the Chinese may be the only nation in the world that runs around the world carrying the tablets of ancestors. We unanimously regard our parents as gods, and believe that our parents will bless us and benefit our offspring.
Therefore, no matter where we go, we have to find our roots and the way we come. As far as Huaxia is concerned, we all agree with our common ancestors, and we must provide for the ancestors' torii, such as Confucius, the master of Confucianism. This is actually the cultural heritage of the Chinese, so the five thousand years of Chinese history will have a long history of culture.
I don’t know who said this: "When I was young, I looked at mountains as mountains and water as water; when I grew up, I looked at mountains instead of mountains, and water was not water. When I was older, I looked at mountains or mountains. Water is still water."
In fact, mountains are mountains, and water is water. It hasn't changed from beginning to end. Practical land and landscape are the most reliable things for Chinese people. The smoke is curling, the waves of wheat are billowing, the birds and flowers are scented, and the smell of fireworks in the east and west of the village. If anyone wants a new wife to marry, they will also put on a beautiful red cotton-padded jacket, ride in the sedan chair, and then the village will be decorated with lights, firecrackers and firecrackers. It is estimated that people with yellow skin, black eyes and black hair will do it too.
As far as the location of Kongjiazhuang is concerned, I really like the cemetery on the western boundary of Kaiweier Village. The sky is high and the clouds are pale, vast, solemn and peaceful. I think the ancestors of Romania, who have never been wealthy, have done more beautifully and practically than our elders, and they planted trees and descended to enjoy the shade.
We gave Kongjiazhuang’s dream a resounding but helpless slogan—do the hard and right things.
I hope that the mid-autumn full moon and the bonfire of the Swan Farm can brighten the future of Kongjiazhuang, and that there will be more pioneers and villagers in Kongjiazhuang, so that our ancestors will be more down-to-earth for their younger generations. And gratified and proud...
The moon picture placed at the front is a special Mid-Autumn Festival blessing sent to me by my best friend Wei Xuan. He said: "This is a way home. The bushes and bamboo forests in the distance are homes. In the plains of Western Sichuan, whether it is a village or a group of villages, trees or bamboos must be planted around it."
In the middle of the night, I ate the remaining sip of [Black Fang] whiskey that was "walking on a cane" in the glass, turned on all the lights in the room, and sang with Zhao Lei’s MTV guitar. The first well-known "Chengdu" sings out of tune, which is considered to be my Mid-Autumn Festival blessing. I especially hope that my mother and father, second brother, younger sister and Liangliang can hear it in heaven.
This song is not only in Chengdu, it can express anyone and any place you miss in your heart...
It was more than the beer last night that made me wanna stay.
It was more than your gentle breathe I can’t give it away.
So long I will hold your hand and walk you down into the rain.
Then I was confused by the freedom in my vein.
Some day we will celebrate goodbyes in memories.
A kiss from the willow twig, the green turns into gray.
How can I forget the town in which we used to meet？
「Chengdu」 Lei Zhao
——100 Days in Chengdu (Day 2)
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