As early as the Zhou Dynasty, the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar was the wax festival day, and grand sacrificial activities were held on this day. "Book of Rites. Monthly Orders" describes the situation of the wax festival in the Zhou Dynasty: prey was used as sacrifices. The emperor worshiped the sun, moon and stars on the altar, worshiped the ancestors of the five generations in the gate, comforted the farmers at the same time, and promulgated new laws. work and rest system. "The Book of Songs. Bin Feng. July" once mentioned that "fire flows in July, and clothes are given in September", which means that it starts to get colder in September. It’s time for people to buy clothes to keep out the cold, so the first day of October is also commonly known as the Clothing Festival. Therefore, in previous generations, most of the ceremonies were given in the ninth month of the lunar calendar, and the date is uncertain.
In the Tang Dynasty, it was extended to the people, who began to make clothes on this day to honor their parents or worship their ancestors.
By the Song Dynasty, people in the Song Dynasty believed that September was not completely cold yet and was a little too early. So this custom was extended to the first day of October in the Song Dynasty, and was passed down from generation to generation until today.
Of course, there is also a rumor that Meng Jiangnu’s husband was drafted to build the Great Wall. When winter came, the weather turned cold. Meng Jiangnu carried the clothes thousands of miles to deliver winter clothes, but when she arrived, her husband was already exhausted. Meng Jiangnu felt sad and cried loudly at the Great Wall. God was moved and the Great Wall collapsed, revealing her husband's body.
Meng Jiangnu put the clothes on her husband so that he could keep out the cold underneath. Later generations called this day the "Festival of Sending Cold Clothes".
Of course, this is just one of many legends. There are many stories, and each place has its own story, but this is not important. The important thing is that this day is a festival where filial piety comes first and the culture of filial piety is promoted.
Cold Clothes Festival, commonly known as "October 1st", also known as "La Ming Yin Festival", "Shaoyi Festival", etc. Although Cold Clothes Festival and the other three festivals are also known as the four major ghost festivals, Cold Clothes Festival is different from other festivals. , this day is a festival for joint burials, moving tombs, burning paper and other memorials. During the Cold Clothes Festival, people will burn cold clothes for the deceased. Women will take out the prepared cotton clothes on this day and let their families try them on; men will On this day, organize the stove, clean the stove and chimney, and ensure that there is something to keep warm after the cold weather.
However, with the development of the times, traditional festivals have gradually begun to be ignored, and many people have forgotten the existence of the Winter Clothes Festival... "
Speaking of this, Fang Zheng also sighed with some sadness. He has never understood that Chinese culture is extensive and profound, and traditional virtues such as benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and trust are all embedded in these traditional festivals and customs. This is a great good thing. But why is it being increasingly downplayed by the world now? Is it really just to oppose feudal superstition and promote scientific culture? So why can Halloween in foreign countries become a festival celebrated openly? This makes no sense at all!
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng thought of the Spring Festival. Fang Zheng remembered that he once went to the city with his master to celebrate the Spring Festival. As a result, there were no firecrackers in the city, and there were no children playing around. Many people even didn't stay up late or stayed up late. It’s New Year’s Eve dinner. The feeling was not much different from usual... In fact, because many people left the city and returned to the countryside to celebrate the festival, the huge city was empty, with almost no people on the streets. There were many high-rise buildings in the community, but few lights were on. Home. That feeling... Fang Zheng thinks about it now, that is the real Ghost Festival!
As a result, until now, Fang Zheng has a deep feeling of rejection towards cities. He doesn't like cities that lack the flavor of the year and humanity. Because that feeling will only make him feel that winter is colder! On the contrary, the rural areas are more lively. Every family has a large family member, visiting each other, children lighting lanterns, fireworks on the ground... full of Chinese New Year flavor.
Of course, with the exodus of young people in the past two years, rural areas have also begun to decline. Fortunately, because of the Yizhi Temple, Yizhi Village has regained its popularity and started to become lively again.
Unknowingly, Fang Zheng's thoughts went astray, and it wasn't until Hong Boy called him that he came back to his senses.
"Uh, Jing Xin, what did you just say?" Fang Zheng asked.
Honghai'er said helplessly: "Master, what were you thinking about just now? I want to ask you, how are you celebrating the Winter Clothes Festival?"
Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "This is also a day to worship the ancestors. The main reason is that the weather is cold, so we can burn some clothes for the ancestors so that they can have a warm winter."
"Master, I have a problem!" the squirrel raised his paw and shouted.
Red Boy glanced at the squirrel and said with a smile: "Are you going to ask if there is anything delicious during the Winter Clothes Festival?"
When the squirrel heard this, he opened his mouth and touched his belly...
Xianyu said impatiently: "What questions do you have, why don't you ask?"
As a result, Squirrel spread his paws and said, "Well, Junior Brother Jingxin asked for me."
Salted Fish: “…”
Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly. This little thing really only thinks about eating! But Fang Zheng thought about it and realized that it seemed like there was something really good during the Winter Clothes Festival! Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, but today is not the Winter Clothes Festival. Get up early tomorrow!"
Hearing that there was delicious food, the squirrel jumped up excitedly, and several other little guys also became interested.
Fang Zheng looked at this scene and shook his head slightly. What a bunch of little bastards!
Seeing this, Xianyu curled his lips and said, "Hmph, you are talking about filial piety and paying homage to your ancestors, it's not just for eating."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he frowned. This idea should not be encouraged! So Fang Zheng knocked on the table and everyone fell silent. Fang Zheng said: "Food is the most important thing for the people. There is nothing wrong with eating in itself. Greed is the original sin. As for eating special things during festivals, there are also things to pay attention to. It’s not just to satisfy the appetite.”
Xianyu didn't believe it and said, "What do I think? It's just a group of people eating haiselessly just to find an excuse to celebrate?"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes at him. Fang Zheng had actually seen such similar remarks before. There was once a professor who was said to be an expert, and said that Chinese people like to celebrate festivals, not really for the festival, but purely to find a reason to spend money, celebrate, and have fun! Therefore, Chinese people have a special liking for celebrating festivals.
When Fang Zheng read this article, his first feeling was that he was looking for bricks and wanted to shoot this grandson to death!
How come the five thousand years of Chinese civilization turned into a culture of foodies and fools when it came to his mouth
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng said: "There is also a legend in Dafeng, Jiangsu. The main idea is: Once upon a time, there was a cowherd boy who was hacked to death by the landlord for fighting against him. His blood dyed the rice scattered on the ground red. Today is the day. It is the first day of October. From then on, the poor will eat red beans and rice on the first day of October to commemorate him. There are also nursery rhymes to prove it: "In the October morning, watch the cows running home; if you don't want to go, the landlord will give you three plows to carry the load." A thin knife. "So, is this just for food?"
Xianyu opened his mouth and said: "It seems... that's what happened, but you are also talking about one place, so it doesn't represent everything, right?"
(End of chapter)