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In the morning, the four girls went to the beach again for a few hours before packing up and getting ready to leave.

And the four seasons who were sent to buy gifts were also ready for various things, took the girls to lunch and rested, and drove straight home.

Happy time always feels very short.

On the way, the girls who were tired of playing fell asleep one by one and spent a quiet period of time.

In the afternoon, the group returned home.

Then Miss Xia Huo rode her bicycle to distribute gifts everywhere, and every family in the village had them, and the money was not bad anyway.

And I bought a lot of them, and the four seasons directly sent them back here, giving a few more money.

A whole lot of stuff, there is food, there are also some souvenirs, decorations and whatever.

Miss Xia Huo walked around the village and brought back a lot of snacks, snacks, drinks, and so on.

The clock was fast approaching evening.

After dinner and taking a shower, Miss Xia Huo sat on the sofa in the living room, enjoying everyone's snacks.

And Xia Huo's mother, who was sitting on the side and kept feeding Xia Huo, was still a very nymphomaniac.

So the four seasons could only look at it expressionlessly, the mother of their brother and sister, the daughter of the plot is really serious.

"Speaking ......"

Xia Huo suddenly thought of something.

"It seems like it's cold dew today. ”

"That's right. ”

Xia Huo's mother replied directly, she naturally understood this.

Hanlu, the seventeenth of the 24 solar terms in the lunar calendar, takes place between October 7 and 9 every year in the Gregorian calendar, depending on the time when the sun reaches 195° of the ecliptic longitude.

"Tomorrow is the Chung Yeung Festival!"

"That's right. ”

Xia Huo's mother answered again.

Pick up a biscuit and feed it to Miss Xia Huo.

Double Ninth Festival, also known as the Nine Festivals, the Autumn Festival, and the "Autumn Festival", is a traditional Chinese festival.

The celebration of the Chung Yeung Festival generally includes activities such as going out to enjoy autumn, climbing high and overlooking the distance, watching chrysanthemums, planting dogwoods, eating Chung Yeung cakes, drinking chrysanthemum wine, etc.

The ninth day of the ninth lunar month every year, together with Chinese New Year's Eve, Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival, are collectively referred to as the four traditional Chinese ancestral festivals.

The Double Ninth Festival was formed as early as the Warring States Period, and was officially designated as a folk festival in the Tang Dynasty, and has been followed by successive dynasties since then.

Chongyang and the third day of the first month of March "stepping into spring" are all family outflows, and all relatives in Chongyang have to climb together to "avoid disasters".

Knowing this, Miss Xia Huo didn't say anything more.

……

Then, the next day.

"So, Chongyang climbing, today is the Chongyang Festival, we are going to climb the highest peak in the world and climb Mount Everest!"

Miss Xia Huo, who was in her room, said to the spring rain, autumn moon and winter snow very imposingly.

Looking at her ambitious appearance, Chunyu and Qiuyue were stunned.

And the winter snow is the first time to complain.

"Impossible. ”

"How could it be?"

"I'm going to school tomorrow. ”

“……”

So Miss Xia Huo quieted down.

Of course, it didn't be quiet for long, and he took out his mobile phone directly.

"Let's just let Dad just announce the closure of the school, so that we can have time to climb Mount Everest before we find a new school. ”

“……”

Spring Rain and Autumn Moon were stunned again.

And Dongxue is expressionless.

"How willful are you, hey?"

"Hmmm......"

Miss Xia Huo, who heard Dongxue's words, suddenly began to think.

After a long time, he spoke.

"If you take Dong Xueqin's willfulness as 1 point, then my willfulness is only about 0.00000000000001. ”

“……”

"Bang!"

……

So the conversation shifted to something else.

"Regarding the Double Ninth Festival, the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu has a poem: Jiang Han flew in the autumn shadow of the geese, and carried the pot on Cuiwei with the guests. It is rare to laugh in the world, and the chrysanthemum must be full of heads. But there will be a drunken holiday, and there is no need to hate the sunset. This is the only way in the past, why should Niu Shan be alone. ”

Dongxue, who explained to Qiu Yue about the Double Ninth Festival according to the convention, couldn't help but read the poem.

There's no way, our Miss Dongxue just likes these ancient poems.

But the most famous description of the Double Ninth Festival should be the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei's September 9 reminiscence of the Shandong brothers: alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival to miss relatives. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Parting, whether it is life or death, is not what everyone wants to see.

And Miss Xia Huo said at this time.

"Speaking of which, Lao Du's first nine days is still something, it's not bad, 'Chongyang drank wine in a cup alone, and got sick and went to the river to take the stage. Bamboo leaves have no distinction between people, and chrysanthemums do not need to bloom from now on. The sunset of the special party cried the ape, and the white geese came before the frost of the old country. Where are the younger brothers and sisters depressed, and the two are urging each other', especially the sentence 'Bamboo leaves have no point in people, and chrysanthemums don't need to bloom from now on', how good. ”

“……”

Spring rain, autumn moon, and winter snow all look at the summer fire.

There is no nonsense about summer fire, it's really rare!

"Hey, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"It's the kind of look you understand. ”

“……”

……

On the ground floor, in the living room, on the dining table.

"Come on, come on, you're welcome, eat more. ”

Xia Huo's mother smiled and took out a large pot of Chongyang cake, then picked up a piece and began to feed Miss Xia Huo.

So I really kept Miss Xia Huo as a pet.

But everyone is used to it.

According to historical records, Chongyang cake is also known as flower cake, chrysanthemum cake, five-color cake, there is no definite method, and it is more casual.

At dawn on September 9, the ancients put a piece of cake on the forehead of the children, and recited words in their mouths, wishing their children all the best, which was the original intention of the ancients to make cakes in September.

The exquisite Chongyang cake should be made into nine layers, like a pagoda, and two lambs are also made on it, in line with the meaning of Chongyang (sheep).

Some also put a small red paper flag on the chongyang cake and lit candles. This is probably the meaning of "lighting the lamp" and "eating cakes" instead of "ascending", and using small red paper flags instead of dogwoods.

Today's Chongyang cake still has no fixed variety, and the fluffy cakes eaten in the Chongyang Festival are called Chongyang cakes.

"What is this?"

Qiu Yue picked up the teacup and looked at the drink that she hadn't seen before, expressing a little curiosity.

And Chunyu, who was sitting next to her, explained to her directly.

"Chrysanthemum wine, drinking chrysanthemum wine is also one of the Chongyang customs!"

"Oh!"

Qiu Yue answered, indicating that she understood.

Then he picked up the cup and took a sip.

Well, how to put it, it's hard to describe the taste if you don't drink it yourself.

Then, something amazing happened.

Qiu Yue's face quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, he hugged Chunyu beside him, and when Chunyu was a little confused, he went straight over.

The sound of "chirping" came.

And then......

"Ahh

Qiu Yue covered her face, very shy.

And then......

"Bang" lay on the dining table, as if asleep.

“……”

Spring rain looks at the autumn moon, and winter snow also looks at the autumn moon.

Xia Huo's mother still fed Xia Huo, while Miss Xia Huo touched her chin thoughtfully.

Then he looked at the winter snow.

"Winter Snow Pro, it's not as good as us ......"

"Impossible!"

“……”

……

(To be continued)