[Mid -Autumn Festival Special] Moon -thick Night Fragrance ‖ Zhou Hanbing

Moon strong night fragrance

— Zhou Hanbing -

The days when the moonlight and food can be pulled for a piece, it is probably the only Mid -Autumn Festival. The moon is the bottom of the Mid -Autumn Festival. Without Hao Yue as the air, the Mid -Autumn Festival loses the background; the food is the mood of the Mid -Autumn Festival. There is no fragrance of food, and there is less charm in the Mid -Autumn Festival.

I like the moonlight of the countryside. That crescent, like a hook, like a boat; the full moon, like a jade plate, like a mirror.

When I was a child, my mother patiently taught me a farm saying about the month: "Black, the second day of the first day, the fourth day of the third day, the fifth and sixth, the sixth and sixth are like a sickle ... , Sitting in 189 ... Twenty -four May, the moon, the moon makes the cow ... "This farm proverb is still unforgettable. Therefore, at that time, there was no need to watch the calendar in the countryside. Looking at the moon, I knew which day was the day.

In the days of rural areas, it is common for home to go night. The countryside is not like street lights in the city, only torches, flashlights, and moon shining passers -by. At night, the countryside is like fog and smoke, and there are many kinds of style, thousands of styles, seemingly clear and hazy, elegant and quiet. Every time the moon is like daylight, the villages, farmhouses, pastoral, trees, and distant mountains are set in the soft moonlight.

In such a night, walking on the countryside of the countryside, the shadow and shadow were clearly visible, and the stride followed. Along the way, the sounds, frog sounds, and various sounds, such as the sound of natural sounds and softness, the whole body and mind seemed to be integrated into a dreamy mood, and all the vulgar thoughts were drowned by clear moonlight. As long as you approach the households and occasionally barking, you can break the silence of this month.

During the period of rice, summer grains, and autumn broadcasts have not yet begun, it is a rare leisure day for rural people. Sitting in the moon is a rare leisure. On the sunny moon night, the mother cleaned up her housework, and often moved out of the dustpan, cut red sagita to prepare pig materials under the dam or eaves, and we sat under the moon to accompany the mother.

In my impression, the Mid -Autumn Festival night was always high. On the high -spirited night of the autumn, the family headed the moon, sitting around the courtyard dam, and a small square table was placed in the middle. Although the home was very tight at that time, there were always three major pieces on the table: crickets, moon cakes or hemp cakes and osmanthus wine. This is the Mid -Autumn Festival Night Banquet for our mother.

Every year, when breeding, the mother will always leave a half -line seedlings and sprinkle the seeds of glutinous valleys. This glutinous valley is late than ordinary rice, and it will not be harvested until the end of August. During the harvest, cut it back to the ears of the valley with a sickle, carefully roll it with a dustpan, and finally beat the granules with the lighten. Half a month before the Mid -Autumn Festival, the mother soaked and steamed the processed glutinous rice, put it in the right nest, used a bamboo stick or a wooden stick, and kept sticking together, and then to make a cricket, stick to the dry powder, put on dry powder, , Dry and store. On the night of the Mid -Autumn Festival, take it out and fry.

This osmanthus wine was not easy to get. At that time, there were not many osmanthus trees, but I do n’t know where the mother found a osmanthus tree seedlings and planted it by the courtyard, which blossomed in a few years. Every year, the mother carefully collects osmanthus, and then soakes into osmanthus wine with white wine. After the flower and wine were completely fused, the yellow was red, the aroma was mixed with the floral fragrance, and the floral fragrance fused the wine, which made people swallow.

At that time, the moon cake was rare, and the mother bought hemp cakes from the market. The hemp cake is actually a cake like moon cake, which is sticky on the surface with dense sesame seeds.

In the Mid -Autumn Festival, the family sat around the square table, put some spring -gondic arrays in spring, and the short -term gaps in the parents. The thinking was clear, my heart was bright, my heart was warm. Pick up a piece of moon cake or hemp, open it little by little, put it in your mouth, and smash a small mouthful of osmanthus wine. Then, the hot puppets were sandwiched, wrapped with melted brown sugar, sticking to the dipping sauce made of soybean flour, sesame powder, and peanut rice, and stuffed it into the mouth, soft, glutinous, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, The taste buds were instantly harvested.

The moonlight is strong, and the night is fragrant. I like this Mid -Autumn Festival night, and once was intoxicated on this Mid -Autumn Festival night. Today, living in the city, such a comfortable Mid -Autumn Festival has gradually become a memory and a longing. Only moon cakes can make people see the background of the festival. Today, there is no mother, no mothers and osmanthus wine, and no longer can share moonlight and food with the mother. The taste of the Mid -Autumn Festival is a little lighter.

When the moonlight drifted from the gap between the high -rise buildings, I pushed open a window eagerly. Looking at the window, in the moonlight of Ruoli, looking back at your storm, a number of loved ones and friends, thinking about the wind and rain, remembering the people who came ... Some sorrows are in my heart, lingering.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Zhou Hanbing (Gao Ping District, Nanchong City)

Supply: Nanchong City Local Chronicles Office

- END -