Mid-Autumn Festival
The past year, one more year left, add a plaited children. people eagerly preparing to welcome the New Year, how much is present cakes, lanterns, toys.
Now what they liked, and wished? How do you light the torch, have fun? the fifteenth day of the moon, they look fun, without making us anxious longing ... his childhood.
Remember the old days, every time the moon is close to the neighborhood kids busy, very excited. Autumn week before the boys had laid out everything we collected items such as milk cans, beer cans, invented all sorts of lights to play moon.
Remember that the roads in small villages, rugged uneven, jagged rocks, the two sides are the thick grass, both dark areas without any street lamps. kids get to school back then scared at night, from the courtyard door step alone is scary, so that night the moon is not afraid of anything, do not need adult leadership can still pals took their lamps and throughout the neighborhood. by night lights should also not clear moon illuminates every corner, the small flame in a lantern lit sparkling like stars scattered across the small road.
Is so old, old days was long gone. kids seven to eight days had drifted childhood always did know. just quiet time filled with parrots and the moon, so that also is past ten years. Life is different, villages and innovation, the public life of everyone gradually changed, and now has another moon.
The old road has flat-lined, street lights are now lit up every corner. dark moon, people shut off the lights stayed quiet, afraid to hear the drum is going on, they have to take the "invited" out. kids run around more whirring with lanterns lit by ... batteries, not afraid of the wind, not slow. Remote hear the music coming out waist eo, many children together, turn on the lights, the music, interwoven into the noisy sounds messy.
Kids do not go away, they gathered under the street lamps near the house, playing, screaming for them to think the game and lanterns with colorful designs, modern beauty, but a bargain Shallow other side of the road lies derelict. I have seen the moon is not fun, but we're sad!
So know that, but still not out of pity the good values of a time poor, seems to have no longer hold. New this pity, pity, find a time to remember how everything childhood deprivation, but lots of love, true meaning. injured too, and can only remember the old days that's velvet ...
Each year to the moon, still excited about somewhere, but then again such emotion step short of seeing everything under the moon is losing, fade, fade away. mourn his childhood, but also sorry for the children not living in an idyllic childhood, carefree innocence, shimmering colors again.
Only responsible adults inadvertently lives with superficial values swept away, has left them a warm fire moon. light still flooded throughout the small village, moon lonely sigh ... know where the candles lit space so ?!
