I miss your Mid-Autumn Festival.
In my childhood memory, my mother just burned a little paper money and lit some incense in an iron basin at night in the Central Plains. She was chanting the names of her late grandparents to withdraw money. I never thought that my second hometown belonged to my lover's first hometown, but I attached so much importance to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it also showed a grand state. If the government is strictly closed, I can still get strong support from the government. It is absolutely forbidden to burn paper money at will in public facilities. The government not only increased security personnel on this special festival to prevent the hidden dangers of burning paper, but also arranged several open spaces in various communities for the masses to express their thoughts to their deceased relatives.
Every year when the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, my lover who comes home on weekends will buy scented paper candles in advance, write the cover of the bag in person when he goes home, and then let my daughter and I help prepare paper money. Although there is a ready-made package with a sealed name written on it immediately, my lover still buys it home and writes it himself as always, in his words, to show sincerity. Every year, my wife writes 36 packages, one for my father and one for my wife's grandparents. They are sealed with paper money, but two packages of hard things are sealed for the postman.
Every year, the Central Plains seems to miss the weekend. If my daughter doesn't go to school, she will accompany me. Now the children start school early, and I'm the only one going. Look at the time carefully, thinking of starting early and finding a flat place to send money to the deceased relatives aboveboard.
When I left home at 6: 30 on time, I saw many people walking to my destination with paper money on the riverside avenue. The burning place of this community was assigned to the second group of Yantouhe in binjiang road. In the past, most of them burned paper money by the river. A week ago, the government announced the area and time of burning paper money in various communities. I didn't know the destination at all, so I had to follow the pace of the crowd, but I didn't expect to just walk out of a road. I saw the sign of the burning place, which was erected every few hundred meters and extended to the destination. The destination at this time, as soon as the sky was pulled down, was already in a crowded destination, and immediately presented a lively and extraordinary spectacle. Fortunately, the burning place was spacious enough, and a flat place was chosen according to the surrounding fire. After wrapping the paper into two piles, light and fix two red candles, and then burn paper money for the deceased relatives. That smoky cigarette is really dazzling. Originally, I thought about the words of missing my deceased relatives, but at this time, it was replaced by this state of panic. I must keep adding paper money, or it will burn out soon and go out before delivery. This is absolutely impossible; If you want your ancestors to bless you, say so, or there will be no shops to make wishes after this village. Do you have to say it? I made a wish in my heart ... listening to the conversation between father and daughter beside me, I quickly nagged my relatives in heaven, whether it was useful or not, as long as I had a dream!
Just after burning the paper money, my lover's phone came. I immediately turned on the video to let my lover feel the festive atmosphere in the Central Plains, and complained about how hard I worked, and my lover teased me. So did you ask your parents to bless you for successfully passing the third grade exam? If everything can bless you, why don't you work thousands of miles away! Why not buy more bundles of paper money to burn for your ancestors and bless your dream of making money without going to work? It seems that this bill has been sent to the right person, and even your thinking has become flexible ... There are always some vicious lovers who always make people laugh and cry, but my daughter says that her parents are born with a sense of humor, unlike her classmates who say that their parents are almost speechless at home. Looking back, it is precisely because lovers like to hurt other people's nature that ordinary days are more interesting and I feel the meaning of enriching my life.
When I went to pick up my daughter for class at night, I passed by the villagers' self-built houses nearby, only to find that there was a big iron basin at the door of every household, burning paper money to send my thoughts to my deceased relatives, and a brightly lit path was as bright as the dark sky during the day. When I got home, my daughter suddenly pointed to the sky and said to me, Mom, look at the bright moon tonight, yes! Just because our relatives in heaven are collecting our thoughts from afar in a bright place, waiting for a reunion in a few years.