The folk “lion-playing tent” in Shuixi area of Jishui County, Jiangxi Province, originated from the traditional “lion-lantern festival”, and its form has been far from the ancient traditional “lion-lantern festival”. Lion Lantern Festival is the lion lantern dance, “Tokyo Menghua Record” recorded the “Lion lantern market”, it seems to associate: Lion Lantern Festival such a grand occasion, I am afraid it flourished in the Song Dynasty. In the past, every new year
Some things had exhausted her. She sat quietly on the sundry balcony, without saying a word. She squinted out the narrow black streets and the rear mountain scenery, her eyes gloomy. On the tea table in the living room were scattered several gift boxes of moon cakes, a plate of fruit, bananas, pomegranates, apples. It’s like buying a long time. There are some scars on the fruit. On the ground
Today, my former colleague’s husband told me to go out to play, he said that there is food and drink, it is raining today, did not go to train, idle, also some heart. After exercising, I hurried to take a bath and took a folding umbrella and went out. Outside the sky was drizzle, and the sky was gloomy and dark. I stopped when I opened my umbrella, and I seemed to like this drizzle.
How will the moon be? A rainy day. Dreaming of dreams and ignorant of the palace? In the middle of the night, I walked up and down, looking up at the dome. Across the street neon shadow, joy and auspicious room? Step Pavilion, lifting windows, and insomnia. Do not repent, and there is no reunion of mortals. Seeing how many separation, the vacancy of this month, everything is difficult. I hope people will last forever.
People have joys and sorrows, the moon has clouds and sunshine, the accident is difficult to complete, I hope people will be long, thousands of miles in total Zhaojuan! The Mid Autumn Festival causes parents to “get their bodies and their parents”. Parents not only give us life, but also use their love and sweat to raise us, not afraid of hardship, not seeking return, willing to pay, only hope that we are happy, happy, whether we succeed or fail, they are forever
On the morning of the first day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I finally ran the first 10 kilometers in 2018, which was the longest time I had run for more than two years, running for an hour, 14 minutes and 42 seconds. Although 10 kilometers is not worth mentioning in front of all the runners, but for me at the moment, it is really not easy. I am an office worker, because work is hard, overtime is common.
Nostalgic Yong Jing ho Feng likes to wander in the quiet alleys. Those narrow quiet lanes, in his view, are just like the popular Ukiyo paintings of the Edo era, from which he can truly feel the artistic interest of the common people. “The alleys, though narrow, are full of interest and change, like endless stories,” he thought. Therefore, those old alleys which still exist in the old wind often make the lotus wind linger in.
On the other side of the autumn? Welding the crotch? I am the autumn insect in the grass, crying aimlessly in the late autumn night; I am the wasp above the autumn chrysanthemum, running confused and without any ideals; I am the beast nestling next to you, with a trace of wild nature, count as your guardian? Standing in the blue sky, yellow leaves coming face to face, I can not say a word. Struggling in summer
The evening before yesterday, I was running alone in the woods by the Third Ring Road. There were a few sparse walkers, some grey-haired old man in flower armor, some happy family of three, some young people sitting in the chairs on the side of the road playing with their mobile phones. It was a bit dark, and I ran slowly, looking up at the sky from time to time, a few clouds around a bright moon rising. actually
“Flowers are similar year after year, people are different year after year.” There is no deliberate waiting, no deliberate expectation, with the passage of time, the bright autumn breeze brings the full moon, but also the full moon in the middle of the year.
“Finish the homework assigned by the teacher before dinner, and then grandma will take you to the city square to play.” People often say that the past goes with the wind, just like the fine sand in your hand. Whether you let it go easily or not, time will slip away by itself. The reason why memories are beautiful is that she will never come back after she left. Fleeting moments tend to be more engraved. This area of my life is the city square, as Shenyang.
Fog in the town of Liang Wei Shan early in the morning, the town is very quiet. Out of the room, in the foggy courtyard of the morning, a few sparrows chirped on the acacia tree in the courtyard, from one branch to the other, and from the other to one branch, some with pointed beaks, combing their unkempt feathers, and some with Twirling twigs. A few yellowing leaves were dancing down, and a wisp of wind was blowing, and the morning mist was thin.
Miss the summer, but don’t give up the autumn. In the early autumn, morning dew always mingled with dew, leaving it on the tip of the grass, and it was addicted to all kinds of people. Now I also often obsessed with this dew, maybe it is “dew in autumn lotus a drop of dew, fall into the sky at night.” But where did these dew drops come from? So I started a simple experiment: first, I prepared a mirror, hand.
In the deepest despair, we meet the most beautiful scenery. You said, you are Hao’s brother, he is in the hospital. I stared at the QQ screen for a second, wondering if you were his brother, but I caught sight of the second half of the sentence, not suspicious of anything, but anxious, more like a habit, a habit of subconsciously worrying about your safety. Sick… I’m the fastest.
The afternoon sunlight is too dazzling to dare to look at it. Standing in the sun, the sun burning skin pain, but also had to find a shade, quietly sit down. In front of my body is a small stream running westward, and the color of the river is greenish. There are some ripples on the surface of the water, and then a small vortex formed at the corner. I couldn’t stop looking at the running water. I felt it in a moment.
Growing up on the road, has been complaining about God’s injustice, did not give me a pair of good parents, did not give me a pair of good teeth, did not give me a good face. I want to smile and face life with optimism and smile with the most sincere smile. Unfortunately, I can’t laugh. Everything is fate, fate has given me such an environment, such an environment has created such a me, such a
Wen / Xin Rou suddenly looked back, and saw the Mid Autumn Festival again. The sweet osmanthus blossoms blooming, and a fragrant shadow surges. On the desk calendar, a number of papers that symbolize the passage of time are torn away from page to page. The old time has been unable to pick up, like the falling autumn leaves, dispersed with the wind. The rest is already a thin section, which is in the fading light of the golden autumn. The beautiful moonlight is like a fall in the sky.
In today’s materialistic society, it seems that people can never communicate without money. It seems that money is a symbol of a person’s worth. In the pursuit of money, people enjoy the glory brought by money, while people can not afford to be insulted by money. So, singing poems and distant hymns, at the same time desperately yearned for freedom. Freedom is neither in the distance nor in the distance.
The autumn of the Mid-Autumn Festival: Fu Yushan Daye’s autumn comes very cleverly, does not care whether summer and autumn have completed the handover procedures, does not care whether people have removed the skirt fluttering and pulling, does not care whether the world wipes away the heavy makeup of the summer wind and gorgeous, a soft drizzle so that the world has no temper, autumn waves do not. It’s a surprise. But in the city of Daye, I can’t hear the wild goose’s voice.
On the first day, Xiamen was so full, especially for the environment in Xiamen. We first boarded Gulangyu, walked through the various consular quarters, as well as the Conservatory of Music, Sunshine Rock, countless roaming alleys, thinking of the oil-paper umbrella of the “Rain Lane,” so quiet. The uninhabited villa, each household is surrounded by plants, reminiscent of the net.