When it comes to autumn, I don't feel the coolness gradually rising, and the day is no longer as hot as in the past, and the heat is incomparable. The so-called autumn high is refreshing, it is said that the current feeling, I hope that such a day can continue forever.
Turning over the calendar, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, watching the moon in the night sky is becoming brighter day by day, another year of the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, the so-called years and years of flowers are similar, years and years of people are different. Unconsciously, my mind went back to my childhood.
The Mid-Autumn Festival in childhood must be the most important day outside the Spring Festival, after all, the Spring Festival still has red envelopes to receive, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is indeed the most interesting festival. After all, the customs of each place are still different, every Mid-Autumn Festival eve, the big guys are riveting for materials that can burn, such as white cloth strips, discarded clothes, if you are lucky, you can also get hot bicycle tires, kerosene lamps in the home, alcohol is also difficult to escape, the rest is to find a wooden stick and wire.
Speaking of the above situation, it can be roughly known that this is to make a torch. The playmates in the countryside could not get too many materials, so they directly replaced them with discarded wheat straw and straw, and because of the fast burning, the torches were tied very long; I lived in a small street not far from the town, and there were still some small factories and repair shops nearby, and every day after school was to get some oilcloth that could be fully burned (in fact, it was stolen), just like a hamster hoarding rations for the winter.
In the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival, as soon as the sun sets, the children and friends of every household begin to light their own ingenious torches, some are long, some are round, there are strange things, and even there are fathers carrying torches behind groups of three or five groups of runners, the whole street began to light up, from the street to the alley, the surrounding rural roads are also like moving street lamps, forming a long dragon. I still have a small burn scar on my arm, and I vaguely remember that there was a piece of plastic skin in my brother's torch that year, and the burning dripped into my hand, but the pain had been masked by the excitement of playing with torches; the little girls mostly walked on the road with lanterns, watching whose lanterns were bright and cute. I often run on the road with torches with my playmates, listening to the sound of torches whistling, crossing a night sky overhead, sometimes there are too many cars on the road, we run to the back of the rural path, and when we run fast and have no strength, take advantage of the bright moonlight and the afterglow of the torches, I will go to the field to find which taro (sweet potato) can be dug.
Time flies, in the blink of an eye, we all have adulthood, home is still there, but the road has become wider, more and more cars, childhood birdsong, wind blowing trees and shaking sounds are gradually replaced by the sound of car whistles. Now the Mid-Autumn Festival, I can't see children playing with torches, and I can't remember when I started to be forgotten, but I don't know why this custom started, maybe everything is changing with the trend, just like parents are gradually getting older, although reluctant, but it is also the most natural law.
A few months ago, Grandpa passed away, more than ninety years old is also a high lifespan, in the past every Mid-Autumn Festival, a large family had to go to Grandpa's house for lunch, uncles, several uncles, aunts, cousins, cousins are gathered together, some to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, some responsible for burning pots, some responsible for picking chestnuts, responsible for washing vegetables, stir-frying, of course, there are also responsible for playing cards and watching cards, Grandpa is in the middle of the command, like a temporary command headquarters in an orderly manner, I think the significance of the Mid-Autumn Festival lies in this.
Mid-Autumn Moon homesickness, bright moon sends lovesickness. I hope that all my distant relatives are all right, and I hope that my relatives around me are all healthy.