Essay on Wuren Mooncake Prose

Throughout the ages, Mid-Autumn Festival has always been the endorsement of reunion. However, it seems that all the poems we are familiar with about Mid-Autumn Festival are written because of parting. For example, Su Dongpo's "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of good scenery." "This night is not long in this life. Where will the bright moon look next year? "

Now, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and I am not allowed to reunite in a foreign land. Standing on the balcony, looking at the bright moon, I recalled my previous Mid-Autumn Festival.

I remember when I was a child, I would go back to my hometown every Mid-Autumn Festival. My grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters all get together. After dinner, adults began to chat and play cards. We children get together to play, talking and laughing. At that time, there was a kind of moon cake, which was sweet and salty, colorful and very big. When I bite, the skin will fall off, and if it falls off, it will fall all over me. It will break when touched, and it is difficult to clean. So I don't like it very much At that time, my favorite was fruity moon cakes, which were small, sweet and convenient to eat.

When I grow up, I go home less and less during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Moon cakes have new tricks every year, and I can "accidentally" eat the kind of moon cakes I don't like the most every year.

This year, I stayed in another place, but this time, when I tasted the sweet, salty and colorful Wuren moon cakes again, my first reaction was actually dumbfounding-after so many years, it was as bad as ever.

Over the years, there are more and more moon cakes, and the time for upgrading is getting shorter and shorter. It is difficult for the manufacturers who produce this kind of moon cakes to survive and never change their taste. Maybe these people who buy moon cakes think that they haven't killed me after eating it for so many years, but now they can feel some attachment from the familiar bad taste.

Also, after careful calculation, I have eaten this moon cake for seventeen years. How many seventeen years can a person have?

From birth to learning to climb, stand, walk and run, to primary school, middle school and now university, this is terrible. When I didn't realize it, mooncakes gradually occupied half of my memory of Mid-Autumn Festival.

Maybe people learn to remember automatically when they grow up. In Zen parlance, it is called "the afterlife is too late, and the past cannot be pursued."

People always beautify the people or things they like automatically, but the reality is often inconsistent with our imagination, so many people will be very emotional and feel how beautiful and carefree they used to be, and now they are really tired. Actually, that's not all.

For example, when I was a child, I envied rich people. Usually eat high-end western food, have dessert after dinner, drink coffee that looks delicious, and have a masquerade party at every turn. Under the rendering of the lights, everyone stepped into the dance floor with the music and danced, which was very charming. I really envy others.

Now that I've lived outside for so long, I've tasted almost everything, lost my appetite and don't like anything. As soon as I get home, I throw my shoes everywhere, spread them on the sofa, and eat shredded potatoes made by my mother.

This kind of life is simple and plain, but it haunts me.

Perhaps this is life, dribs and drabs, but it is also a long stream of water. Noisy all day, but also flesh and blood. This rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea is delicious, and every sentence is in my heart.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish all the wanderers who come home safely knock on their doors, and those who are in different places will take the time to make a video call to their parents, chat and have a heart-to-heart talk.

Finally, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family reunion.