Another year is the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar. The crescent moon hanging in the sky has also become a moon cake. The Mid-Autumn Festival originated in the Tang Dynasty. As one of the oldest traditional festivals in China, people often choose to have a family on this day. It is a reunion, and this new year is already the thousandth year since the Mid-Autumn Festival became a calendar god.
At this time in previous years, he would only hold his white-haired and pink-eyed Yao Langjun alone to admire the moon and drink and drink. In autumn, sweet-scented osmanthus and chrysanthemum bloom very well. Although they are not as lively as the blooming of hundreds of flowers in spring, they are always full of elegance and elegance. In addition, the Mid-Autumn Festival does not like sweets, so it doesn't matter whether it is a moon cake with egg yolk or five kernels. He is grateful for the moon cake stuffed.
But in some ordinary days below, people always like to take some gorgeous mooncake gift boxes to honor his old man, and at this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival, who has always been gentle and polite, and has a bright temperament like the moon, will have a headache at his furry medicine. Lang Jun complained,
"Hey, who likes to eat the cakes eaten by these little babies, if it wasn't for the poor cooking skills of Empress Chang'e, she would only cook this stuff for her husband to eat, what's the use of us being punished by this every year, Yao Lang, tell us whether we want it or not. Discuss with the calendar teacher, it's good to change the traditional customs a little..."
Hearing this, Yaolangjun, an ordinary rabbit, naturally cannot open his three-petaled mouth to explain a few words of his god-lord, because after all, he is not the Yaolang who can make medicine in the Moon Palace, so no matter what the Mid-Autumn Festival is. No matter how softly he coaxed him to eat some moon cakes, he would voluntarily form a ball of white balls and ignore it. Seeing this situation, the famous Mid-Autumn Festival can't help him, he can only sigh with his hands behind his back. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then took the hoe and honestly weeded the carrot field of his own medicine Langjun.
Different from other calendar gods, his hobbies for the Mid-Autumn Festival are even more exotic compared to dozing and chatting all day long. There is a small farmland in one of his calendar papers, except for the carrots grown by Yaolang, most of them are grown. All kinds of fruits and vegetables he likes.
The time in the calendar paper is controlled by the calendar god himself. The Mid-Autumn Festival often planted in the ground one day and can eat the appetizers he wanted the next day. Today, the daughter is red with potatoes and beef stew, and tomorrow the bamboo leaves are green with cold seasonings. Dou has kept his stubborn mouth like this. One day, when the Mid-Autumn Festival Jun was sipping a fine wine that he had kept secretly, he suddenly felt that his mouth began to be boring.
"This sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus brew has an aftertaste. I should have some snacks with it. Alas, let me see if I still have the green balls that Xiao Qingming gave me. It tastes pretty good..."
He murmured and got up to look for the Qingtuan dim sum that was given to him during the Qingming Festival in the spring, but when he looked around, he found that there was nothing but a cabinet full of annoying moon cakes. Sad thoughts began to appear on his face, and when he was at a loss, he unexpectedly found two rice dumplings that he didn't know how long they had been there. After thinking about it for a long time, he reluctantly thought about Mid-Autumn Festival. It turns out that this was given to him by the Dragon Boat Festival as a boxing gift during a certain Dragon Boat Festival.
Speaking of the Dragon Boat Festival, in fact, I have known each other for a long time. After all, they are both traditional Chinese festivals. There is no reason to not be familiar with each other. It's just that the Dragon Boat Festival is a simple person, and he attaches great importance to etiquette. He seldom does anything overstepping and rude in front of others.
Like this zongzi, at that time, the Dragon Boat Festival was solemn, and he came to the door one by one to give it to the calendar gods of each traditional festival. For things like boxing, the Mid-Autumn Festival has always been given if you can remember it, and you will not give it if you can't remember it. So when I saw these two rice dumplings, I immediately picked up the Mid-Autumn Festival as if I saw a savior.
The two triangular rice dumplings with reed leaves tied with hemp ropes looked just right once they were placed in the steamer. I rarely eat rice dumplings during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but when I smelled the fragrance of rice gradually emanating from the steamer, I still felt relieved. Guess what kind of stuffing this is, after all, whether it is slightly sweet and greasy bean paste or a little bit of your bacon, it seems that it does not match this sweet sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed, so he waited for a while, then After taking out the two steamed zongzi and inserting them on the chopsticks, carefully peeling off the zongzi leaves, Zhongqiu Jun frowned and took a tentative bite, and then his eyes changed for a while before he couldn't help but laugh helplessly.
The old-fashioned Dragon Boat Festival really still doesn't know how to work around it. Even if he is making zongzi, he can't think of anything else to put it in. He only honestly makes the oldest and most unpretentious glutinous rice zongzi, but even the Mid-Autumn Festival has to admit it. Even if it is rice dumplings, this is the best rice dumpling in the world, because it is not only the taste of a traditional food itself, but also the respect and grief of the Dragon Boat Festival for the origin of his festival.
Zongzi was originally thrown into the river so that the fish and shrimp would not eat Mr. Qu Yuan's body. Because Mr. Qu Yuan had no descendants, the people offered sacrifices to him every year to prevent him from starving after his death. For example, grains are all valuables, not to mention things like meat and nuts, but in the long historical development of China, many places have always retained this tradition, and this is actually a kind of right The sacrifice of ancestors is a kind of beautiful cultural heritage.
"Dragon Boat Festival? Dragon Boat Festival-kun? That nerd..."
Looking at the glutinous rice dumpling stuck on his chopsticks, Mid-Autumn Festival shook his head and muttered a few words to himself, but after a while, he unconsciously evoked a smile. He hadn't seen each other for many years. I almost forgot about the god who always couldn't make jokes, but always treated everyone patiently. It's just that others forgot, but during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he couldn't forget one year when he was drunk and ended up on the Dragon Boat Festival calendar paper. It was a nonsense, and that night, the Duanwu Jun, who seemed to have a bad temper but had a very good heart, held a book of poems and a drunken Mid-Autumn Festival, and read him a poem that was more beautiful than the moonlight all night.
"The car is far away, and the horse is long."
"Oh, back... what about back..."
"You travel to the east and east to the east, and Ander flies to chase the west wind."
"En... um, then... and then! Read it! Then read it!"
"Uh, Mr. Mid-Autumn Festival, your rabbit fell into the wine tank and was about to drown..."
Moon Festival:"… … "
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"Who's coming in?"
Originally, he was arranging paintings and calligraphy at home in his spare time. The Dragon Boat Festival was wearing a gray robe with long hair, and his solemn and deep face was not easy to get close to. Many juniors like Xiaonian saw him scared. This is not because of the Dragon Boat Festival. Do you have any personality problems, but the fact that you can't recite the poems and have to touch the palm of your hand is really scary for the child, but when he heard the swaying sound of bamboo bells from outside his calendar, he patiently He walked out slowly, and when he saw a thin shadow dressed in white standing outside his calendar, holding a well-behaved white rabbit in his arms, Rao was the calm character of the Dragon Boat Festival, but also some His expression changed in surprise.
"Mid-Autumn Festival, what's the matter?"
He had already made a solemn salute during the speech. Hearing the words, Mid-Autumn Festival put Yaolangjun in his arms into his sleeve, and when he lifted his leg, he saw the old-fashioned appearance of the Dragon Boat Festival, and he couldn't help laughing a little. Seeing Dragon Boat Festival looking at himself with a puzzled expression, Mid-Autumn Festival narrowed his eyes, and after thinking about it, he was still very warm, and said very politely,
"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I came here to give a gift to the Dragon Boat Festival."
As he said that, he handed over a red lacquer snack box wrapped in fine silk. The Dragon Boat Lord quickly took it with both hands, but when he looked up again, he found that Mid-Autumn Festival was looking at him with the same eyes just now, but compared to him. With such a focused and weird look, the place where Dragon Boat Jun paid attention was obviously elsewhere, because from the beginning, his eyes had been falling on somewhere on Mid-Autumn Festival's face and he couldn't take his eyes away.
He and the Mid-Autumn Festival rarely communicated for many months because of the difference. Except for the boxing ceremony that he would deliver on time every year, the only contact between them was the drunkenness on the Mid-Autumn Festival many years ago. People have been so close to each other, but in the end his impression was not the poems he carefully memorized, but the drunken who disturbed him all night, and the Mid-Autumn Festival that night was the same as it looks today. In the same way, he is dressed in white, with a soft collar around his neck that is chilling. He is obviously a gentle and handsome adult man, but when he smiles, he will inadvertently reveal two particularly immature rabbits. Tooth, looks as endearing as a white-furred and pink-eyed rabbit.
"Thank you."
I forced myself to keep my etiquette and thank me for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but when I watched the white shadow leave, I still felt a little lost in the heart of the Dragon Boat Festival. People who are so forgetful must have given this gift on a whim this year. It may take another hundred or eighty years to wait until he arrives at the door, but when he returned to his calendar paper with the snack box on the Dragon Boat Festival, and opened the lid of the wooden box with mixed emotions, as soon as he saw what was inside. The thing froze all of a sudden.
As far as the eye can see, two mooncakes wrapped in oil paper are placed in the center of the box, with a jug of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing on the side. It still made the Dragon Boat Festival look a little inexplicable, and after he unfolded the letter, the Dragon Boat Festival saw a line of delicate small words in the letter appear on the paper, and after a long time, the Dragon Boat Festival lowered his head and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
[Dragon Boat Festival... That Mid-Autumn Festival night, you were not the only one who was tempted.]
The car is far away, and the horse is long.
The king travels east to east and east to east, Ander flies hard to chase the west wind.
May I be like the star and the moon, and the lights are bright every night.
The moon is temporarily dark, and the stars are always bright.
Leave the Ming and wait for the month to return, and the three or five will make a profit