On the beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival, how many literati have written beautiful chapters and popular poems here, leaving them for us to enjoy and appreciate, and every time we read beautiful articles Every time, I will read it several times to feel the beauty the article brings me. The following are 3 excellent essays about the Mid-Autumn Festival that I have carefully selected. You are welcome to read them.

"The Guilt of Mid-Autumn Festival"

This is the first time to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in another place. I have never felt that the Mid-Autumn Festival is so important when I was in Shanghai before. I have memorized Wang Wei's poem since I was a child. I know it is a famous poem written by a famous person, so I don't have any special experience.

The weather during the Mid-Autumn Festival was not very good. It was raining heavily like the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River. It rained all day long, and the moon could only see the faint halo. After having a meal with my new classmates from the university, we sat around on the grass doing activities and other activities. I didn’t put much effort into it, so I didn’t know what I was thinking. I received a lot of text messages about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I kept making up some witticisms to reply, which was very taxing. Just like that, eating mooncakes and sending text messages to classmates, the Mid-Autumn Festival was celebrated "grandly" for the first time.

Lying in bed at night, looking back on the Mid-Autumn Festival, I always felt that there were some shortcomings. I didn’t talk about college life with my classmates? I didn’t develop relationships with my new classmates? I didn’t argue with my crush. ?It seems not. What is that? I tried hard to recall my ancestors’ understanding of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Suddenly, I remembered the familiar poem "I miss my loved ones more during the festive season" again. I even forgot to send text messages and phone calls to my relatives during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The ancients said, "Parents never travel far away." I traveled to a foreign country for personal reasons, and even forgot about the parents who gave birth to me and raised me, and the family who loved me and took care of me. Am I still a human being?

So, I Jumping out of bed, trying to remember the area code of my hometown of Shanghai and making up for my family, it seemed that even this was already difficult. At the same time, my classmate said to me in words that sounded like Shaanxi, "It's already past 12 o'clock, why don't you go to bed?" I twitched all over, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and I have lived so long, and in the end, I finally fell asleep. What I think of is not my parents and relatives. How do I face the torture of my conscience, and how do I face the teacher who taught me?

Obviously, I am used to the food and the human kindness here in Xi'an, thousands of miles away. , the language here, the habits here. Can I still retain the blood of Shanghai, can I still retain the beautiful nostalgia I felt when I came to Xi'an, and will I still be able to speak Shanghainese in a few years?

I think about the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival , my family must be sitting by the phone waiting for my call. They frequently picked up the phone to call me, but put it down again and again, fearing that my study pressure would affect me. But if they knew that that day I was clinking glasses and having a drink with my new classmates, texting my old classmates, waiting for messages from people who wanted to send messages, but not thinking about them, I wonder if they would be heart-wrenchingly sad.

Maybe the sky is crying for me too, the rain is getting heavier. xx, xx, now you still sit down and reflect on your mistakes, and still feel guilty, will you do the same in a few years?

"Mid-Autumn Festival, Love between the North and the South"

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Shenzhen is still humid and hot. When the clouds gather and disperse, there is a scattered light rain, sometimes it becomes a sun rain. It does not matter to cool down, but it adds a lot of festive atmosphere.

"On the fifteenth day of August, clouds cover the moon, and on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, snow lights up the lights." This is a proverb my mother often said when I was a child. I deliberately remembered it and observed it carefully, and it turned out to be true. It seems that the experience summarized by the ancestors is probably close to ten. In the past ten days or so, the two children have been sick in turn, and they have been so busy that they have forgotten the days. In the evening, I remembered that I should tell Dabao the story of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a traditional festival, to satisfy her curiosity.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a relatively important festival in the north, with a strong sense of family affection. Some time before the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, there is a local custom of "bringing mooncakes", that is, the mother's family has to ask someone to bring two kilograms of mooncakes to their married daughter. I never thought about the true meaning when I was a child, but now I think it is the parents who want to tell their married daughter: Although you have left your natal family, we will still remember you on the day of reunion.

I also receive mooncakes every year from my godmother. It is a custom that the parents-in-law will give mooncakes to the godchildren, which means that we are a family. "Bringing" mooncakes "bringing" moon cakes is not only a product of the inconvenient transportation in farming society, but also a kind of etiquette. If the mother-in-law's family sends her directly, she is a guest and has to entertain her. It would seem too grand and would not reflect her concern for her married daughter.

In my hometown, during festivals, lunch is the main meal and dinner is the second meal. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we eat dumplings for lunch as usual, and in the evening there is a "Moon Worshiping Mother-in-Law" ceremony, which involves burning incense, but the tribute is mooncakes, as well as seasonal fruits such as pomegranates, apples, and jujubes. Apples are a specialty of my hometown, as are pomegranates, but they are troublesome to eat and are only used as tributes. There are also jujubes, but in my memory I mostly eat dried jujubes. Jujubes are produced in western Henan and can be found all over the mountains and plains. They are good enough to satisfy cravings, but they are really not delicious. Grandma often said: The dates on July 15th will be red, and the dates will fall on August 15th. There are several large jujube trees and a grove of small jujube trees in front of my grandma’s house. My brother and I never gave those dates a chance to fall off the pole, and we regret that we haven’t seen the red dates everywhere with our own eyes.

There are probably three flavors of mooncakes in my hometown: five kernels, jujube paste, and bean paste.

I prefer red bean paste and date paste, and that hasn’t changed yet. My parents prefer Wu Ren, and it is said that many people like it. I really don’t understand it. Five-nut mooncakes are as hard as rocks and can kill a dog, and they also contain red and green threads that I hate. It is said that people who prefer five-nut mooncakes prefer red and green threads. Later, as materials became more abundant, we had Su-style mooncakes, which were very crispy and tasted great. Anyway, I think mooncakes can only be sweet, and so can rice dumplings. I always find the salty mooncakes and rice dumplings incredible.

On the occasion of the festive season, I think of my grandfather who has been away from us for almost 30 years. Grandpa’s biological grandson’s generation is 12, and the eldest sister in the second class is thousands of miles away. I enjoy the same treatment as grandpa, of course, mainly in terms of food. At that time, the best thing for the elderly to eat was all kinds of sweets and snacks. I probably got tired of eating them with my grandfather. I haven’t eaten mooncakes for about 20 years since I was seven or eight years old. My father is very sweet. After work, I buy all kinds of mooncakes for him, choosing the best and most expensive ones. After eating it once, my father said that the five-nut mooncake that killed the dog was still delicious. The moon cakes in the south are too sticky to the teeth, and my father feels sorry for his mouth full of porcelain teeth. Southern mooncakes are too sweet, salty and mind-boggling. Therefore, in recent years, the Mid-Autumn Festival has saved a lot of money on buying mooncakes.

The most troubling thing about the Mid-Autumn Festival when I was a child was why I couldn’t see Chang’e? Let alone Wu Gang cutting down trees and Jade Rabbit making medicine. On the night of August 15th, I stood on the roof of the building and looked hard at the moon. No matter how I looked at it, I felt like there were mountains inside. Later, I heard from adults that Chang'e was behind the mountain, and some people even said that they saw Wu Gang cutting down trees, and that they could see clearly with a telescope. Later, when I went to school, I didn’t quite believe what the teacher said that there were no people living on the moon, because I thought the teacher was lying because he couldn’t see Chang’e. Mid-Autumn Festival is the middle of autumn, and warehouses are full of autumn harvest. On a night when the clouds covered the moon, I told Dabao stories in Pengcheng, but my autumn feelings flew to the great north where I was a child - lying on a rocking chair in a yard full of corns, eating moon cakes and fruits, Listening to the cries of crickets, looking at the full moon in the distance, and waiting seriously for Chang'e to appear.