Remembering the old Mid-Autumn Festival

For the 8X generation, Mid-Autumn Festival is a whole sky of brilliant yet rustic memories, an unmistakable flavor. If the Mid-Autumn Festival in the city is brilliant with lanterns, moon cakes, in the bustling melody of "tung ding ding, cac ding ding ding ding ding..." then Mid-Autumn Festival in the countryside brings a different joy, the joy of whittling bamboo to make lanterns, knocking on each fu ling cake and waiting for the evening to invite each other to go out carrying lanterns around the neighborhood.

Mid-Autumn Festival in my hometown does not have many candies or colorful lanterns, but only a red cellophane star lantern that my father made in early August or a lantern made from a perforated milk can that spins in candlelight. The “legendary” milk can lantern that perhaps everyone in the 8X generation knows has entered the memories of many people.

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On the full moon night, the village streets were filled with laughter. Groups of children gathered together in groups, carrying lanterns. The lion dance team was usually practiced by the older children in the village, with lion heads handmade from cardboard and scraps of fabric. The sound of the tin cans being knocked loudly, though primitive, was the most lively and joyful sound. Just seeing the lion dance team from afar made the whole group of children cheer.

The first taste of Mid-Autumn Festival in childhood is the taste of anticipation. It is the feeling of joy when holding a lantern in hand, helping mother sift flour to make Poria cocos, preparing a feast with the flavors of the homeland, such as coconut jam, pumpkin jam, banana cake... Mid-Autumn Festival in the countryside does not come from a specific dish but from the full presence of loved ones.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a rare occasion when the whole family, even the whole neighborhood, gathers together under the moonlight. The feeling of reunion at that time is the chirping laughter of children, the warm embrace of grandparents, and the loving gaze of parents.

Mid-Autumn Festival in the countryside is like that, just a bright moonlit night, a homemade lantern, a few rustic cakes and warm hugs. Those are memories of a poor but beautiful childhood, where joy comes from simple things./.

Youth

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