When I was a child, Mid-Autumn Festival was one of the major festivals in the Millennium. Another grand occasion is the dinner on New Year's Eve.
It is called a grand ceremony, not because of the bright moon on the fifteenth night, nor because of the reunion of thousands of families, but because there are fried chicken and moon cakes on August fifteenth.
In that era of material poverty, eating is the most beautiful yearning in the heart of the Millennium. She especially likes to eat chicken fried by her mother. Even now, there are many ways to eat chicken, such as chopping, steaming, spicy frying and electric roasting, but she thinks it is still not as delicious as her mother's fried chicken.
At that time, there were only two opportunities to eat fried chicken a year, one was the Mid-Autumn Festival and the other was the Spring Festival, so these two days became all the Millennium dreams.
When the summer heat disappears and the autumn wind rises, the Millennium will count the days with your fingers broken. How time flies! When the sun rose, I had the cheek to refuse to set.
Every night before going to bed, the Millennium will solemnly tear off a piece of paper from the monthly card, and then count how many pieces of paper are left from August 15. After counting, sleep with hope.
In my dream, there is often a big plate of fried chicken with a round moon cake beside it. Sometimes, the Millennium wakes up and hasn't decided which one to eat first. This will make her very upset. Why choose? Grab something and eat it in your mouth first, idiot!
Looking forward to it day and night, the Mid-Autumn Festival, like the bride's sedan chair, finally came slowly.
According to local customs, steamed taro is eaten in the morning of Mid-Autumn Festival and fried at noon. Although taro is also the favorite of the Millennium, on this day, she will restrain herself and eat as little as possible. Leave more space in your stomach so that you can have a big meal at night.
In the afternoon, my mother started cooking dinner early. At this time, the Millennium became my mother's tail, always with me. Sometimes when my mother gets bored, she scolds, "Can you stay away from me and eat less?" Looking at her mother's impatience, the Millennium will step back a little, but after a while, she will cran her neck to get close to her.
Reluctantly, the sun went down and a full moon rose. Dissolved moonlight filled every corner of the yard.
There is a long table in the middle of the yard, which is full of delicious dishes. In the middle of the table is a plate of moon cakes. The family took their seats in turn. Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, sister, brother, plus the Millennium, surrounded the table without a crack. Although the Millennium glutton has tickled her stomach, she still swallows saliva again and again. Only when grandpa moves chopsticks can others pick them up. This is a rule set from an early age.
Grandpa opened a bottle of champagne, one person poured a glass, and the children also poured a little, just like sugar water, without degree. Grandpa raised his glass and said a few words, then moved the first chopsticks.
The Millennium quickly stood up and accurately fished out a chicken wing from the chicken basin, which was her favorite. It's really delicious in one bite. A bite of chicken, Shu Tai. But she has no time to savor this feeling. The greedy bug in his stomach has been hungry for too long.
She is not in the mood to listen to the gossip of adults, to enjoy the full moon overhead, and to think about what Chang 'e will eat tonight. All her energy was concentrated on the pot of chicken. Moon cakes are her favorite, too, but she always concentrates all her energy on that pot of fried chicken. The moon cake is for everyone. She will save it for tomorrow to taste slowly. This pot of chicken started slowly, but it's gone. She ate until she couldn't eat any more. When she thought the chicken was in her throat, she would reluctantly put down her chopsticks.
Spread the mat on mother's feet and lie flat. She is too tired to move. Listening to dad and grandpa chatting about their harvest, listening to grandma and mom gossiping about western families, and listening to my sister's self-entertainment singing, the Millennium closed her eyes contentedly and soon fainted.
The sequela of Mid-Autumn Festival every year is stomachache. Finally, you must take some medicine to help digestion before you can solve it.
Year after year, the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Millennium is the pot of chicken cooked by my mother, which is what I heard from my family after eating and drinking enough.
Time flies, and the years are ruthless. At the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner table, I saw my grandfather first, my grandmother again and my sister again. Now, mother has gone to reunite with them.
Although there is a plate of fried chicken on the table every Mid-Autumn Festival night, the white deer will never move a chopstick again.
She finally realized that it was not just the pot of chicken that made her think day and night. What she wants is reunion after all. But even for months, it's hard to get together. The Mid-Autumn Festival in the memory of a thousand years can never go back.
I wonder if the Mid-Autumn Festival will also be celebrated in heaven? Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the Millennium will see the full moon.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. I hope my relatives can enjoy this round of bright moon and send acacia with her in that world!