Article 1: The 29th day of the first month is a traditional festival in Fuzhou. The Oktoberfest is not as lively as other festivals, but it is warm. Because we come to this festival with a grateful heart! "Ao Jiujie" comes from the legend of "Manglietia". In ancient times, there was a man named Mulian. His mother defended evil before her death and was imprisoned in the underworld after her death. When he visited the prison, he often sent her food, but all of them were eaten by the guards. Later, Manglietia mixed raw materials such as peanuts, red dates, longan and brown sugar with glutinous rice and sent a handful of sesame seeds to her mother! When the jailer saw this black porridge, he thought it was dirty and dared not eat it! So, this "nine porridge" was given to the mother. It happened to be the 29th day of the first month, and Manglietia's mother was just 29 years old this year! "Wine Street" is also called "Xiao Jiu Street".
Sweet porridge melts in people's warm hearts!
My mother and I got up early and went to the market to choose materials to cook porridge! Supermarkets have long been crowded with people, and materials such as red beans, glutinous rice and brown sugar have already been lying on the shelves! In about twenty minutes! My mother and I will return home with a full load. Peel peanuts, wash rice, chop horseshoes, and with the cooperation of our mother and daughter, it would be nice to have delicious porridge! I carefully put a bowl of porridge in front of my busy mother for a long time! Mother smiled knowingly. We should be grateful to our mother! From the day we were born, the burden on our mother was much heavier! From the beautiful flowers to today's freckles, it is enough to witness how hard the mother is! Mother is independent in any major event! Motherly love sends umbrellas in the rain, which makes me wet and warm. Putting on clothes from the car makes me cold and warm; Encouraged by the exam, I was tired and refreshed ... Those odds and ends contained my mother's love!
If mother is a birdbath, then we are the water in the birdbath; Mother is an eyelid, then we are the eyes in the eyes; Mom is a mirror box, then we are the glasses in the box ... maternal love is great! Mom suffered a lot when we were in her belly. When our mother gave birth to us, the pain we faced could not be described in any words! We owe our mother a debt, and we can't afford it! My mother, who has experienced many vicissitudes, is looking forward to our success. The first bowl of porridge in the ninth section is dedicated to our mother and a little love for her! I don't know how many tears and sweat my mother shed for us. All I know is that we owe our mother too much. Mother devoted her life's efforts, and we thrived under the care. When we cry, the voice of comfort makes us laugh; When we fall, there is always a pair of big hands to brush away the dust for us; When there is something delicious, we are the first to taste it.
"the grace of dripping water, the spring is rewarded"! What's more, our mother gave birth to us and raised us! Flowers, trees, fish, insects, birds and animals all know how to be grateful, not to mention that we are still children! I think we are all grown up and can do a lot of things for our mother!
The swaying of willows is the gratitude of trees to the spring breeze; Fruitful fruit is the season's gratitude for sweat; Birds spread their wings, which is freedom's gratitude to the blue sky. Gratitude will make everything full of beauty, and let our flowers of gratitude bloom tomorrow and be charming forever!
Chapter 2: A few days ago, I immediately posted a diary about washing my father's feet. It was mentioned that she also washed her father's feet. Smiling mother remembered, smiling seems to have written a composition for this, and finally found it today and hung it up.
Monday is the ninth festival, and we have no time. Teacher Yang suggested that we celebrate the ninth festival in advance.
Aojiu Festival is a local festival in Shiyi, Fuzhou City, Fujian Province, which falls on the 29th day of the first lunar month. On this day, every household will cook nine porridge to worship their ancestors or give it to relatives and friends. Married women will also send nine porridge back to their parents' homes to honor their parents.
How to honor parents? Wash their feet first! In the evening, I made a basin of hot water to wash my mother's feet. Mother slowly put her foot into the water and sighed, "How comfortable!" I also put my hand into the water and rubbed my mother's feet hard. This time, I found the trace of years "passing" on my mother's feet-a big cocoon. I rubbed my mother's feet, rubbed my toes, rubbed my instep and rubbed my ankle. My mother's feet and my hands are getting red. I don't know if it's red or hot water. I also dismantled a part of a massager to massage my mother's instep and instep. That night, my mother had a good sleep.
Of course, washing feet is not enough. And cooked a pot of porridge. Found many ingredients: red beans, glutinous rice, red dates, longan, peanuts, brown sugar and so on. Wash it and put it in the pot, add water, cover the pot, adjust the temperature of the induction cooker, press the switch, the water in the pot rings and start cooking porridge! I waited quietly. Every once in a while, I stir it with chopsticks to prevent sticky rice from sticking to the bottom of the pot. Porridge is cooked bit by bit, and the smell is overflowing. I opened the lid and smelled it. It smells good! I put two bowls of porridge, one for my father and one for my mother. They tasted it bit by bit and all praised it: "It's delicious!" I'm so happy!
Filial piety is not a show, just a day. Filial piety, filial piety every day is not just talk, but action. It is true filial piety to say filial piety and really implement it. Today is the ninth festival. I want to treat every day as the ninth festival and be filial to my parents.
Article 3: Aojiu Festival today is March 14, and it is also an annual tradition-Aojiu Festival! This morning, my brother and I helped my mother pack salty food. At first, my brother and I always thought that it would be as easy to pack salty food as jiaozi. Unexpectedly, making salted skin stumped us!
It is very difficult to turn a circle into a hollow semicircle. Although my brother and I have worked hard, we still pinch the dumpling skin. It's really hard!
My mother, on the other hand, easily squeezed out a salted skin: first, she squeezed out a small protruding thin sheet around the circle, then slowly approached, and finally, she squeezed out a round and beautiful salted skin. We didn't do very well at first, but gradually, we made obvious progress and became more comfortable.
Next, we need to wrap the stuffing. Mom just showed us, and we started to pack immediately. My brother just started showing his face, so he can't do it well. He either packs too much stuffing or too little, which is not decent. How can I put it? I've got jiaozi too. Although the stuffing was just wrapped, it was too hard when wrapped, so the skin was pinched and I had to ask my mother again.
..... Finally, we put luck and eternity into the pot to cook. In a short time, the delicious food of rattan was cooked, and the kitchen smelled attractive. We are tasting the fruits of our labor, and our hearts are full of happiness and sweetness!
Chapter 4: My Olympic Nine Festival will be the Olympic Nine Festival tomorrow. Aojiu Festival comes from the legend of "Mu Lian saves mother", so it is also called Filial Piety Festival. On the ninth festival, children should send their parents a bowl of porridge to express their filial piety and blessings. I won't be glutinous rice porridge. What should I do? Suddenly I had a brainwave and thought of a solution. My mother has done many things for me. I want to do something for my mother on this day to express my filial piety.
This morning, I didn't wake my mother when I got up. I want her to sleep a little longer. So I dressed myself, carefully left the room and ate by myself. When playing the piano, I not only closed the door but also stepped on the weak pedal in order not to wake my mother. Mom woke up, and we went shopping in the supermarket together. I offered to help her push the cart. When I got home, I took all the work of moving things and went upstairs with my own things. This bag is heavy. Although my hands feel sore, I am very happy. My mother praised me for being sensible. I think it is what I should do, not only today, but every day after that, which is the real filial piety.
"Thick ao nine paragraphs, deeply grateful. Cherish your mother's kindness and never forget it. " Parents are our closest relatives, and we should know how to repay our parents. It is our parents who gave birth to us, raised us and let us grow up in an environment full of care and encouragement, so we should learn to be filial and grateful!
On the occasion of the ninth festival, let us be grateful for everything around us.
Chapter five: deep gratitude to the ninth festival. The 29th day of the first month is a unique traditional festival in Fuzhou, also called Nine Filial Piety Day. On this day every year, Fuzhou people will always have sweet and long thoughts in their hearts.
The story of the Wine Festival recorded by A Qing Shi Hongbao in the Miscellanies of Fujian originated from "the legacy of a monk saving his mother, so it is also called filial porridge". In ancient times, there was a man named Mulian, whose mother Qing Di had driven away monks and nuns who came to alms before her death. After her death, she was imprisoned in hell and became a hungry ghost. The food Mulian gave her mother when she visited the prison was eaten by the jailer. In desperation, he thought of a way to cook sweet porridge with water chestnut, brown sugar, peanuts and glutinous rice, and then sprinkle with black sesame seeds. When the jailer saw this bowl of black stuff, he thought it was dirty, so he stopped. Qingti only ate porridge sent by her son. It happened to be the 29th day of the first month, and Manglietia's mother just turned 29 this year. The villagers lamented the filial piety in their eyes and imitated their filial piety. Every year on the 29th day of the first month, they cook "Oujiu porridge" to honor their parents and neighbors, and follow suit.
This story reminds me of a rainy day when my mother took an umbrella with illness. ...
It was a summer morning, the sun was shining brightly on the earth, and I was having breakfast. I think it's sunny today, so I'll leave my umbrella in my schoolbag at home. So, I did it according to my own ideas. God is against me and chooses to invite Brother Wuyun to be my guest after school. It's raining cats and dogs now, and I'm beginning to regret not having an umbrella.
At this point, my mother's figure slowly moved into my eyes, and I thought: this can't be a dream! Mom has a high fever. How can she go out? I consciously pinched myself, ah! It really hurts! This is not a dream! I hurried to my mother and picked up my umbrella. There are obviously many wrinkles on my mother's forehead, and a warm current comes to my mind.
At this moment, something suddenly occurred to me. I started running to the office and asked the teacher for leave. The teacher asked me why. I said, "Take care of my mother. Dad is not at home, and mom is ill. Come and pick me up. " The teacher smiled and nodded and said, "Tao Yong, you have grown up!" "The teacher's words are very meaningful. At that time, I didn't understand. Only now do I understand what the teacher really wants to say. She wanted to say, "Tao Yong, you have learned to be grateful! In fact, gratitude is very simple, but at the same time it is not simple! "I will never forget the teacher's words.
Local people in central Fujian are superstitious that people feel sad every nine days in their lives, that is, nine, nineteen, twenty-nine ... or multiples of nine: eighteen, twenty-seven, thirty-six ... When they meet these ages, it is a bumpy year. So their family cooked them too flat to eat, in order to wash away their bad luck, hoping that they could pass the ninth festival smoothly. The younger generation "sends nine" and wishes the elders a long and safe life.
If we say that at the other end of history, a person, an event and a story have made a far-reaching custom; Then it can also be said that after the official promotion of the Olympic Wine Festival, the source of a culture, a group of volunteers and millions of children, interpreted a brand-new expression of Rongcheng-harmony but not unity. Let go of gratitude on the 29th of the first month!
So, I am looking forward to this day, looking forward to it, and finally let me look forward to it!
Today is the ninth day of the first month, and I have made up my mind that my mother will go out to do business in the future, while she is away ... Hehe.
After a while, my mother went out quietly. After watching my mother go away, I put on my shoes in a hurry and went to the supermarket to buy eight treasures: water chestnut, brown sugar, peanuts, glutinous rice, longan, lotus seeds, sesame seeds and red dates. Add horseshoes, red beans, chestnuts, these dried fruits and cook them into sweet and delicious porridge ... When I got home, I began to cook porridge like my mother. When I was about to start cooking, I suddenly remembered my mother's method: peanuts should be peeled, longan should be shelled, lotus seeds should be soaked for a while, and the bitter core should be removed during soaking. Sesame should be dried in the sun for a while, or fried in a pot before it is fragrant. Glutinous rice should be washed and soaked in rice bowl, brown sugar shredded, red dates cut into three pieces, and then shelled. I did it according to my mother's method. In the process of cooking, I encountered some troubles: lotus seeds could not be peeled off, and brown sugar was not easy to shred. However, for this day, the day of filial piety to my mother, these difficulties will not drown my gratitude! Peel the lotus seeds with a fruit knife and hang the brown sugar into silk with a plane.
After all the difficulties were solved by me, I began to cook porridge. Add half a pot of water first, then pour glutinous rice, peanuts, lotus seeds, red beans and horseshoes into the pot, cover the pot, wait for about 50 minutes, open the pot and roll it back and forth with a spatula to avoid sticking to the bottom of the pot. Rolling for 15 minutes, adding water chestnut, red dates and water chestnut. Then turn off the heat, add brown sugar and longan, and roll for another 5 minutes. Finally out of the pot! Sprinkle with black sesame seeds and a pot of porridge will be cooked. At this time, my mother just came back. She smelled the porridge and said, "Ah, it smells good!" I immediately filled a bowl and brought it to my mother. My mother took a sip of porridge and said, "Son, you are sensible! This porridge is really delicious! Where did you learn it? " I said mysteriously, "I won't tell you!" " "Looking at my mother's bright smile, my heart is sweeter than eating honey. It turns out that gratitude is so simple.
Deep sorrow, deep gratitude!
Chapter six: the choice of the ninth section, the dim light, reveals the thinness, like a remnant wind. Spiders on the eaves, holding a white thread, are weaving the happiness of life. It's dark outside, slowly reaching out to the lights. All was silent, and a few deep dog barks came leisurely. A bunch of sweet potato vines, two baskets and a pair of mother's knees.
He was absorbed in reading when an article "Grabbing Grandma" came into view and stopped. The article describes an old woman who was sick and worried that no one would go to the hospital bed to be caring and attentive. Unexpectedly, all her children scrambled to leave her at home, which made her cry. Watching, watching, he was full of thoughts, raised his head and looked at his mother with gray temples under the lamp. I saw her hand still stroking the sweet potato leaves. Tomorrow is "Aojiu Festival"! But tomorrow he will go to play again ... at this time, it is like a sharp blade stuck in his heart, and there are all kinds of colic, as if there is a lump in his throat. After fierce ideological struggle, he decided to be a filial son tomorrow, and he stood me up.
In order to repay his mother's meticulous care like sunshine, he decided to "make" a home.
The next day, my mother was too tired and busy to get up! He was frightened to disgrace, his face twisted slowly, and he rushed to nurse his mother. The face is full of anxiety, but the heart is "accommodating". Today is his chance to be filial, but how can he ... have to do it. He is busy and hard-working, but he has no complaints. Mother can't take care of herself, so everything, big and small, depends on him to take care of it and rely on him to "feed". He rubbed his mother's back and folded the quilt. His schedule is busier than that of a star: washing his mother's face and dressing, feeding her food and medicine, then pouring the spittoon, and then doing a massage ... sweat drops from his head.
At noon, he will make lunch; After dinner, he wanted to take his mother's temperature, and he was so busy that he was sweating. That's right. "But how much love does that inch-long grass have? Have you got three rays of spring?" Who says grass can "repay" the gift of sunshine? Who says children can repay their parents' kindness?
The mother's face was full of smiles, and her son's fingers never stopped.
In the evening, the mother actually got up, which really surprised her son! My son gradually realized that this was just a test. ...
We all came naked, no one was born rich, and no one was born poor. In the journey of life, grasping or giving up, refusing or accepting all depend on the guidance of parents and the choice of heart.
Some people believe in "filial piety comes first" and have the personality of "breaking through the way of life and death". Some people are kind to their parents, and some people refuse to support them when they are old. Beauty, ugliness, good and evil are all in an instant.
For parents, for yourself, hold out a pure and filial heart!
Chapter 7: On the ninth festival, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, there was a delicious smell in the kitchen. I couldn't sit still, jumped up and ran to the kitchen. Ha, so my mother is cooking porridge for me as a snack. "Mom, is this porridge for me?" "You little greedy cat, you know how to eat. Today is the ninth festival, and there are stories here! " On hearing the story, I jumped for joy.
Aojiu Festival comes from the legend of "Mulian saves mother". It is said that there was a man named Manglietia in ancient times. His mother was fierce before her death and was put into a cell in the underworld after her death. When Mulian visited the prison, she often gave her mother food, but all of them were eaten by the guards. Later, Manglietia thought of a way to mix raisins, peanuts, red dates, longan, brown sugar and other raw materials with glutinous rice, cook it into sweet porridge, put it in a bowl, and sprinkle a handful of black sesame seeds to her mother. Seeing that the porridge was dark, the jailer asked, "What is this?" Manglietia casually replied, "This is mud porridge (the homonym of' nine' and' earth' in Fuzhou dialect)." The guards thought the porridge was unclean and dared not eat it. So, this nine porridge was given to Manglietia's mother. It happened to be the 29th day of the first month, and Manglietia's mother just turned 29 this year. According to folk custom, the first month is divided into "Sanjiu", the ninth day of the first month is called "Shangjiu", the 19th day is called "Zhongjiu", and the 29th day is called "Houjiu porridge". In the future, the color of porridge is black, which is called "Nine Porridge" to show filial piety to mother, also called "Nine Porridge". Whether it's the 29th or 29th of the first month, it's the day of Manglietia's mother's accident. Therefore, Fuzhou people taboo 9 th and think that "9" is a year of adversity. Therefore, anyone who meets the age of "nine" should eat a little more evenly, and a married daughter should give her parents a "nine" to ensure their safety and health.
"So, I'll give you nine porridge in the future?" "Well, by rights, that's true." "Oh, I see, Mom. I'm going to do my homework."
After a while, my mother went out to send nine porridge to my grandparents. I can't help but sigh: Today is the 29th day of the first lunar month, the traditional Aojiu Festival in China, and it is a day for us to respect the elderly! Here, I appeal to you: it is a matter of course to honor your parents and respect your elders, it is the duty of being a man, and it is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Let us know how to respect our parents and elders from an early age, care for them, respect them and do more for the elderly. You know, everyone gets old sometimes!
Chapter 8: Interesting "Olympic Nine Festival" There are many important festivals in my hometown-Fuzhou, Fujian, such as Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Tomb-Sweeping Day, Double Ninth Festival and so on. And my favorite festival is a unique festival-Oktoberfest.
Boiling wine festival is one of the unique festivals in Fuzhou. Fuzhou folks call the ninth day of the first month "Shangjiu", the 19th day "Zhongjiu" and the 29th day "Houjiu", so this festival is also called "Jiujiu Festival". The morning of Oktoberfest is very attractive. That morning, every family should make a bowl of delicious, nutritious and healthy "boiled wine porridge" and give it to relatives and friends enthusiastically. Of course, my family is no exception. On the ninth festival, I always drink a bowl of rich porridge. You see, there are red dates, glutinous rice, brown sugar, peanuts, longan, red beans and sesame seeds in Ou Jiu porridge. No wonder I always feel that there is a natural fragrance coming at me, sticky and sweet, greasy and soft. Every time I eat nine porridge, it makes me memorable and immersive.
The sweet glutinous rice porridge also gave me another taste, which started when I was 9 years old ... I remember when I was 9 years old in glutinous rice porridge, my mother bought back the materials for glutinous rice porridge early in the morning and said kindly, "Xin 'er, today is glutinous rice porridge, you are just 9 years old this year, and my mother will make you glutinous rice porridge!" "I will also help!" I am outspoken. After a while, a bowl of steaming porridge appeared in front of my eyes, and the aroma came to my nose. After eating porridge in one breath, a faint fragrance bounced in my mouth from time to time, and the porridge silk on my mouth "painted" me into a "big face". At that time, my mother and I both smiled sweetly. ...
After that, my mother made two bowls of porridge. I don't understand: "What are you doing?" "Your grandfather is 63 years old and is a dark nine. I am ready to send it to him! " Mother wiped her sweat.
"Grandpa is not in Changle! He is in Jinfeng! "
"Children should be filial!" My mother touched my head seriously and said.
My thoughts can't help but come to my mind: mom is so filial, I will be filial to you when I grow up! Mom!
Ah, delicious porridge, you are not only sweet, but also let me taste the taste of love!