Hometown Lantern Festival composition
. In the text, the river governed by Ximen Bao is called Zhanghe. At that time, when he was young, he thought that Zhanghe was the river that flowed in front of his hometown, but he danced with joy. Later, I learned that this Zhanghe River is not the other Zhanghe River, and that Zhanghe River is in Anyang, Henan Province, which is more famous than Nanzhang County.
Nanzhang, a small county, has finally lived up to the taboo of "Sian", and it will never attract the wind. I am afraid that no one will know that there is a Nanzhang in Xiangfan after Hubei. But why should it be known all over the world? After all, this does not affect the harmony of this small county. Simple hometown people have lived in this beautiful land for generations. Old people gather in twos and threes to chat under the tree, adults ride bicycles back and forth on the less spacious road, and children sit in the lecture hall and listen to the teacher's explanation. The street may not be bustling, there is no complicated string, there is no fire tree and silver flowers, but it is peaceful and dignified. Time is slowly flowing on the thick fallen leaves in the alley.
The full moon symbolizes reunion and happiness. The night of the fifteenth day of the first month is the first full moon night in a year, which is naturally valued by this small county that is bent on praying for peace.
When it comes to Lantern Festival, besides glutinous rice balls, I think more people will think of enjoying lanterns. In my hometown, the parade on the morning of the fifteenth day of the first month is more valued by people.
At five o'clock in the morning, a large number of people gathered in the water mirror square. Old people, children, and all kinds of other people are all smiling in the team. Playing drums, rowing dry boats and dancing yangko, everyone is eager to express their joy. The parade passed through the streets and lanes, and the people watching by the roadside jostled shoulder to shoulder. Naughty children took out the firecrackers that had not been released in the New Year, slammed them into the crowd, spit out their tongues and ran away. Only mother's helpless wry smile, sorry to make amends and everyone's tolerant laughter are left. Lions jumped up and down in the street, and long dragons churned up and down in the sea of people. Mixed with the earth-shaking sound of gongs and drums, the atmosphere of joy boiled to the extreme.
Yuanxiao is a day of reunion, and naturally a sumptuous luncheon is indispensable. Banquets usually start at 12 noon, and thousands of firecrackers are ringing. When the ground of the city is covered with festive red, people begin to eat. Of course, glutinous rice balls are essential-whenever the Lantern Festival, grandma's glutinous rice balls make me miss the most-grandma doesn't have stuffing, so she always crushes them into small balls. But this doesn't affect its taste at all: when it is cooked and served, a bowl of soup in front of one person, together with white sugar and fried sesame seeds, is no less than the "Sanquanling Tangyuan" endorsed by Jiang Wenli.
Accompanied by the jubilation of the Spring Festival and the Lantern Festival, the thick singing and dancing followed the sunset gradually.
The adults prepared a wine dinner early, and the children played with firecrackers and bamboo lanterns.
The lights of every household lit up half of Xiaotian. After eating and playing for a while, the local customs of the waterfront began. Boys and girls all go hand in hand, carrying river lanterns to the water's edge, lighting the wick, and slowly dazzling in the water by candlelight, closing their eyes, putting their fingers together, praying with blessings in their hearts, and some smiling; Some upturned their heads; Some are shy with their heads down; Half a hundred old people are sitting on the roots of trees, looking at the full moon. Such light shines on the old man's eyes. It is estimated that he is praying for his great-grandson to grow up healthily.
After some wishes, people laughed and began to be busy visiting. Good friends and affectionate sisters all tell simple wishes and goals for the coming year. Children play together, with colorful lights; Having a lantern festival; I'm busy.
Year after year, we can't hold on to time. As soon as the Lantern Festival is over, the working children have to go away to start a new struggle. Just like the arrival of spring, flowers and birds begin to compete for beauty and create a world. The truest feelings are accompanied by this moon, and white will always exist.