On September 25th, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived.

The Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Moon Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the August Festival, the earliest Mid-Autumn Festival began in the early years of the Tang Dynasty, prevailed in the Song Dynasty, and reached its peak in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and has become one of the traditional Chinese festivals with the same name as the Spring Festival.

There are many famous articles that praise the Mid-Autumn Festival, as early as the Wei and Jin Dynasty Yuefu's "Midnight Forty Songs", there is a song "Autumn and Moon" described: "Look up at the bright moon, send a thousand miles of light." ”

Of course, the most famous is the Northern Song Dynasty, the great writer Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head", "When is the bright moon? "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles." ”

This song has been passed down to this day and is still enduring.

In the Tang Dynasty, the Mid-Autumn Festival began to become a fixed festival, and legend has it that Tang Xuanzong sleepwalked in the Laurel Palace and got the neon clothes and feather songs, and the folk began to prevail in the custom of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

As for the Ming and Qing dynasties, it was even more prevalent. "Its sacrificial fruit cake must be round", each family must set up a "moonlight position", and "worship the moon" in the direction of the moonrise. "Kyoto Years of History" recorded: "Mid-Autumn Festival night, people each set the moon palace symbol, the rabbit on the charm is like a person standing, the melon fruit is in the court, the cake is painted with the moon palace toad rabbit, men and women burn incense and worship, and burn it." ”

"West Lake Excursion Zhiyu" recorded: "On the eve of the night, people have a banquet to admire the moon, or take a boat from Baihu Lake to travel along the dawn." On the Su Causeway, they sing together, which is no different from the daytime. ”

Since ancient times, the Mid-Autumn Festival has had customs such as worshipping the moon, admiring the moon, worshiping the moon, eating moon cakes, appreciating osmanthus flowers, and drinking osmanthus wine.

The autumn mood in Pinghai Town is gradually becoming stronger, the autumn cicadas are also screaming vigorously in the forest, and the moon is also full.

The festive atmosphere in most cities in China is obviously not as strong as in the countryside, but the exchange of people during the festival is still indispensable.

Because of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole school was on holiday, and even Teacher Fu went back to the city to celebrate the festival and reunite with his family.

Fang Ning, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was also picked up by his grandfather from the health center in Zhuangshang, and it was not very good to stay in the hospital for the holidays.

The whole mountain forest is soaked in the autumn mood of maple leaves, the pond koi fish fluctuate with the ripples of the water surface, the wooden pavilion has to be replaced with a new cover, the straw fence surrounds the whole old house, the door reflects a few plum trees with thin cranes, and a few small objects such as blue porcelain bottles and bamboo baskets are sprinkled among the lush grass, and the autumn flowers and plants are scattered in the pavilions and cobblestone paths.

Fang Ning stood in a white dress, his pale cheeks were a little rosy, and his eyes were bright.

This looks like a young man.

After recovering from a serious illness, Fang Ning's body was not as healthy as before, and it didn't take long for the wound on his buttocks to heal, so he could only take a walk at most, and it was impossible to run and exercise, so he insisted on running for several months and was forced to delay.

Fang Ning insisted on trotting for a few laps, his body was a little tired, he was out of breath, and his buttocks were also aching faintly, so he had to find a gazebo to rest for a while.

People are inert and are reluctant to move forward once they stop. The reason why I can stick to it is probably because I have a goal or someone to fight for.

Fang Ning thought of Fu Yibai who was walking with him again, thinking of her brisk steps, bright eyes, and slightly raised soft lips, and his heart couldn't help but throb inexplicably.

Like a person, it starts with hormones and ends with dopamine. This seems to be true.

It's just that he doesn't like the girl who flashed through his life, it's just a faint good feeling, more amazed by her beauty, and the kind of Zhong Lingyuxiu temperament.

This morning, when Fang Ning and Fang Wei were tidying up the small room in the warehouse, they turned out a dusty box, which was not locked, and opened it to see that there were many books wrapped in butter paper bags neatly stacked inside, they didn't know which grandfather left it, and they didn't dare to move it, so they asked grandpa to come in and take a look.

Fang Jiefang took a look, and said that this was the book that the second master bought when he was young, and later sorted it out and locked it in the box when he split up, and he didn't bother to bring it there because he was too troublesome, and then the grandfather left the old house with the whole family, locked the door, and handed over the key to the master.

Fang Ning also understood that the young master's family was lazier than their family, and they didn't even bother to clean their own house, let alone clean their house.

The box of books was sealed in the dust in this small dark room, undamaged.

When the grandfather mentioned the second master, his expression was a little complicated, the face on the side was dimmed by the light from the eaves, and the white flocculent particles flashed like a glimpse of the light.

Fang Ning saw his grandfather's secretive expression, so he didn't dare to ask more, but just mentioned a few words, can these books be taken out and read?

"It's not a big deal just to read a book, but you have to pay attention, don't break it, if the second master wants it, I can't make a difference, after all, it's his thing. Fang Jiefang said.

"Got it, I'll be careful. Fang Ning nodded hurriedly and sent his grandfather out.

There are many Jin Gu Huangliang Wen martial arts novels in the box, but more of them are ancient legends, Shenzhou Wonder Heroes, or search mythological novels, all of which are wrapped in butter bags, and the books taken out are all brand new, and they still smell of butter.

The light in the small house was a little dim, and he couldn't see the name of the book clearly, and he waited until he went out to see that it was an ancient poem, and he wanted to put it back, but he couldn't help but open it again, and after reading it for a while, he felt that the ancient poems were also interesting, so he sat in the pavilion and read it.

"When the boy was fifteen or twenty years old, he won the horse on foot. Shoot the white-fronted tiger in the mountain, and be willing to count the yellow beards. Fang Ning read softly, and his heart couldn't help but become impassioned, "One body has fought three thousand miles, and one sword has been a million divisions!"

He tapped his fingers on the stone table, and closed his eyes to listen to the sound of the bamboo forest.

The whole person seems to be instantly pulled back to the ancient era when the golden iron horse was drunk and lying on the battlefield, as if he personally experienced the heroic spirit of the three thousand miles of battle, and once became famous all over the world.

My heart throbbed inexplicably.

He, a hurried passer-by in the wrong time and space, heard the sound of fighting in his ears again, and the feather arrows swirled like raindrops, but before he could realize it, he had already opened his eyes.

Everything that happened before was a delusion, and it was empty and lost.

I can no longer read the texts that have been handed down from generation to generation, I can no longer see the hatred of the ages, and I no longer look forward to the shock of history, only the eternal peace and tranquility that sits awe-inspiringly.

Leaning on the floor to listen to the autumn rain, how can the dream of the rivers and lakes be far away.

Fang Ning got up and put down the book.

A faint fragrance came.

I smell the fragrance of osmanthus again.