August 1 Mid-Autumn Festival . At this time, the wheat in the field has been collected and dried, hidden in clay tanks of large and small in the house, sealed and covered. Mom used a "magic medicine pen" to draw a few circles outside the tank to prevent cockroaches and wooden cows from being damaged;
The peanuts have also been pulled out of the ground, picked and dried, leaving half a sack of shriveledness for the children to eat, others They all picked them up in the town and squeezed them into peanut oil, and then picked them home and poured them into the oil tank.
A year of staple food and oil have been collected. Now the green beans are harvested almost the same. Sieve and remove shells, and dry them for a week and you can also put them in the jar. The fruits grown in the ground are almost the same. On August 15th, the 15th day of August On this day, our farmers in the mountains were willing to take out their pockets and cut two or three kilograms of fat pork belly to taste, not to mention that the "pork man" was picked up by the village.
Every morning on August 15th, the clouds in the mountains have not yet dissipated. The "pork guy" in the next village has picked half a head of pork as usual and placed it in the "district pond" for the elders and villagers to choose. The villagers hid their hands and formed a big circle, looking at the pork and salivating. The porridge over the night was rotten. Before I could get up, I rushed out to see if the pork on August 15 this year was fresh. From time to time, they stretched out their hands from behind and put up a piece of pork to see how fat and thin they were. My uncle doesn’t like to eat lean meat. He said that the thin ones are stuffed between the teeth, and the fat ones are so satisfying to eat. If you bite it in one bite, the oil and water will overflow into your mouth. The aunt couldn't bear it and directly called her, "I'm afraid I'm not thin enough to get stuck in my teeth."
We children don't care about the weight of pork. We only feel the big oil cake hanging high on the beams and wrapped in red paper. Interest is our Mid-Autumn Mooncakes. Looking up at it, with infinite longing, and innocent laughing out loud, you have to wait until the moon is worshipped at night before you can eat it.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the quiet mountain village is also lively, and firecrackers are crackling in the fairy mother temple in the third day of the Chusun Ao. Every household does not go to the ground, and specializes in cooking at home: soaking green beans and grinding tofu, pounding glutinous rice to make glutinous rice, or grinding rice paste to make cakes and , and picking wild grapefruits on the mountain... But we wish we could eat big oil cakes right away.
When I was in the evening, my father untied the big oil cake from the beam of the room, put two in a basket, put them together with the cooked pork, and took them to worship the gods and burn incense. Of course, you must go to the third year of the junior high school to visit the mother of the Aoxian. That is the godmother of all our villages. The children in the village have been given to her as their godmother as soon as they were born. They recognize her as their godmother. It is said that we will be healthy and happy in this way. growing up. My father and grandfather once recognized the Immortal Mother as their godmother, and I once thought I called my godmother the godmother.
We like to go to our godmother's place on weekdays. We have finished some tributes in it, but we have never seen big oil cakes in the tributes. Maybe no one has left them for our godmother to eat them slowly, or I knew that the greedy group of greed in our village was so sympathetic to my godmother, and I took it away and ate it in a blink of an eye.
When we reached the fork of the mountain, the wind suddenly blew, and the leaves and weeds on the mountain swayed and rustled. Grandma reads it every year: "The autumn wind blows in July, the coolness in August, and the old clothes are the next year in September."
It's really a good time, and I look forward to the New Year after the Mid-Autumn Festival. After worshiping the Immortal Mother, when I returned home, it was already dark in the mountain village. After dinner, we looked at the top of the mountain and waited for the moon to come out. Sanpo said that the moon on August 15th is shy and comes out later than before. I just thought about the moon's shy appearance and needed clouds to cover it.
I don’t know how long the moon will come out, but we won’t wait anyway. We play various games with our partners in the “ground pond”: pulling the net soldiers, grabbing the flag, throwing handkerchiefs, slapping fireflies , etc. Waiting for the game, there is endless fun.
At that time, many mountain villages in northern Guangdong, Guangdong had no electricity, and it was pitch black everywhere, and the mountains were as dark as a silent old man. But our laughter seemed to illuminate the "ground pond". The top of the mountain turned slightly white, and we knew that the moon was coming out soon. When the moon really came out, a scream came from the "ground pond".
It’s really “It’s only a round in the sky that I have picked it up, and the people on earth look up.” The moon came out, and every household couldn’t wait to pick up the big oil cakes, worship the moon, and firecrackers set off.
The moon illuminates the entire mountain village, and the moonlight flows like water. Grandma pointed to the moon on the mountain and said, "Look, it's the osmanthus tree. Sitting on the osmanthus tree is Chang'e , and her rabbit." We squinted our eyes and saw a osmanthus tree, beautiful Chang'e Fairy , The little white rabbit jumping. The osmanthus tree, Chang'e, and the white rabbit always give me infinite reverie and infinite melancholy. They are so far away and the night is so dark, but when they think of their parents being by their side, this melancholy disappears immediately.
After worshiping the moon, we began to divide the big oil cakes. Our family has many brothers and sisters. A large oil cake is cut into eight portions with a kitchen knife, and each person eats a small piece. My mother is still beside us and is worried that we will eat more. She said that eating more will make you feel angry. She was afraid that we would finish eating all at once, and she would cry when she went to farm in the future, so she would not be able to take out the things to coax us.
Even if it is just a small piece, it is enough to make us eat with relish and have a happy Mid-Autumn Festival . After eating the big oil cake, we went to the "ground pond" again, riding on the moonlight, and playing a game of catching human figures with our friends.
Nowadays, no one lives in the mountain villages, and large oil cakes wrapped in red paper are rare in the market. Mooncakes are packaged in various exquisite boxes and look just right. I still miss the mooncakes called Big Oil Cakes and the moon that illuminates the mountains on August 15th.
"Look, the moon is as big as a cow!"
Just this sentence has made me wet my eyes. The person who compares the moon to a cow is already old.
