Begging Festival (Prose)
Text/Xue Hongxin
On the night of the Qiqiao Festival, the countryside of northern Henan seems to be gently shrouded by a layer of gentle magic. The air is filled with a faint scent of fruit and flowers, the natural aroma of melons and flowers that are enshrined in every household, which are intertwined and woven into a poem of love and beauty.
The moonlight poured over the old streets, casting a silver veil over the asphalt road. The soft light from the windows of every house echoes with the starlight in the sky, as if it is a bridge between the earth and the heavens, connecting the hearts of mortals and fairies. Walking on such a night, every step is a staggered of light and shadow, as if stepping into a dreamlike world.
In the distance, the occasional laughter of children can be heard, carrying colorful lanterns in their hands, playing in and out of the night, like stars falling into the mortal world. The light and shadow of the lanterns jump and rotate on the ground, adding a bit of liveliness and liveliness to this quiet night. Adults sit together, whispering and talking, or chuckling, and the warmth and harmony make people's hearts warm.
And in this warmth, there is also a hint of mysterious expectation. It is believed that on this special day, the Weaver Girl will come to earth and bestow them with skill and wisdom. Therefore, whether it is the girls who dress up carefully and pray for the dexterity of the Weaver Girl, or the married women who pray silently for family harmony and happiness; Or the innocent wish of children to have more toys and companions - everyone's heart is full of longing and yearning for a better life.
As the night deepens, a gentle breeze blows, bringing coolness and comfort. People may look up at the starry sky, looking for the figure of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl; Or bow your head and meditate, reminiscing about those ancient and beautiful legends. In this tranquility and beauty, the atmosphere of the begging festival reached a climax. It is not only a celebration of the festival, but also a baptism and sublimation of the soul, allowing people to find a moment of tranquility and happiness in the busy and noisy life.
Speaking of the begging festival in Yuanyang, northern Henan, it is a little more lively than the wheat waves in summer, and on the day of the begging festival, the sweet silk in the heart of the eldest daughter and little daughter-in-law is like a sugar cake just out of the pot. On this day, the men, women and children in the village are busy non-stop, for no reason, just trying to be skillful, looking forward to a sweet and sweet life, for a long time.
When I got up early in the morning, the sky just showed the white of the fish belly, and the mother started talking: "Today's begging festival, I have to give my daughter some clever food, so that she can be clever and skillful." As he spoke, he started to make noodles, and that technique, hey, was sharper than the weaver girl's weaving. The steamed Qiaobao dumplings, one by one, are like little lotus, and they are also dotted with red dots, which means that they are prosperous and prosperous, and the days are getting more and more prosperous.
At noon, the sun was lazy, but the eldest daughters and daughters-in-law of the village were not ambiguous, and they all gathered under the big willow tree at the head of the village, holding needles and threads in their hands, and tried to see whose hands were more skillful. The little sister next door also went, her little hands, usually very dexterous, but now they are flying up and down, and the needle and thread are whizzing on the cloth, which is dazzling. Everyone chatted while doing, talking and laughing, and the occasional subtle sound of needles and threads passing through the fabric, intertwined, more beautiful than Hu Meiling's mellow singing voice on the stage.
In the evening, the sky is dyed with sunset, red, purple, golden, colorful, and beautiful. At this time, the children in the village began to be lively, they carried homemade lanterns, ran around the village, and sang in their mouths: "Begging Festival, Begging Festival, Weaver Girl Cowherd will be Tianhe, I also ask for a Qiao sister, teach me to weave and embroider." The song was crisp and melodious, adding a bit of warmth and childlike fun to this festive night.
At night, the moon crept up the treetops, and the silver glow sprinkled the land. Adults would take the children to the courtyard, put incense tables, put melons and fruits, and pray for the Weaver Girl's skillful hands. The mother will also tell the children the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl softly, and the voice is so gentle that it can drip water, and the children's hearts are warm.
The Qiqiao Festival, for the people in the countryside of northern Henan, is not only a festival, but also a inheritance, a yearning and pursuit of a better life. On this special day, both adults and children express their love and expectations for life in their own way. And that simplicity and sincerity, just like the land in northern Henan, are thick and warm.
Xue Hongxin, male, member of the Communist Party of China. He has published personal anthologies such as "Xiaohe's Dream", "Mother-in-law is Dad", "Ke Jinle", and his works are scattered in "People's Literature", "Story Club", "Story World", "Folk Literature", "Ancient and Ancient Legend Story Edition", "Legendary Story", "Ancient and Modern Story Newspaper", "Contemporary Literature", "Henan Daily", "Xinxiang Daily", "Pingyuan Evening News" and other hundreds of newspaper and periodical network platforms, and now works for the Yuanyang County Urban Management Bureau, a member of the Yuanyang County Elderly Scholar Group, and the vice chairman of the Yuanyang County Writers Association.
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