Chinese Almanac Master

It is the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and the crescent moon hanging in the sky has also become moon cakes. The Mid-Autumn Festival originated in the Tang Dynasty. As one of the oldest traditional festivals in China, people often choose to gather together with their families on this day. It is a reunion, and this new year is the thousandth year since the Mid-Autumn Festival became the God of Calendar.

In previous years, at this time, he would only hold his white-haired pink-eyed Yao Langjun to enjoy the moon and drink alone.Osmanthus osmanthus and chrysanthemums bloom very well in autumn. Although they are not as lively as spring when a hundred flowers bloom, they always bloom elegantly and gracefully. In addition, you don’t like sweets during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it doesn’t matter if it’s mooncakes filled with egg yolk or five kernels. He thanked him for all the stuffed mooncakes.

However, there are some ordinary people in the bottom days who always like to bring some gorgeous and fancy moon cake gift boxes to honor their elders, and every time this time comes, the Mid-Autumn Lord, who has always been gentle and polite, and has a bright temperament like the moon, will have a headache facing his fluffy medicine. Lang Jun complained,

"Hey, who likes to eat the cakes eaten by these little dolls? If it weren't for the fact that Chang'e is not good at cooking, she only cooks this stuff for her husband to eat. Why should we suffer from this every year? Yaolang, tell us if we want it Discuss with the calendar teacher, it is also good to change the traditional customs a little..."

Hearing this, Lord Yao, who is an ordinary rabbit, naturally couldn't open his three-petal mouth to explain to the god of his family, because after all, he is not the medicine man who lives in the Moon Palace, so no matter what the Mid-Autumn Festival No matter how softly he coaxed him to eat some moon cakes, he willfully rolled into a white ball and ignored it. Seeing this situation, Mr. Mid-Autumn Festival, who is notoriously tempered, naturally couldn't do anything to him, so he could only sigh with his hands behind his back. He took a deep breath, and then he took a hoe and honestly went to loosen the soil and weed the carrot field of his medicine man.

Unlike other calendar gods, Mid-Autumn Festival has a more peculiar hobby than napping and chatting all day long. There is a small farmland in one of his calendars. All kinds of vegetables and fruits that he likes.

The time in the calendar paper is controlled by the calendar god himself. The Mid-Autumn Festival Lord often planted in the ground on the same day and could eat the appetizers he wanted the next day, and that’s how today’s daughter’s red is served with potato stewed beef, and tomorrow’s bamboo leaf green with cold salad. Dou raised his mouth like this, and one day when the Mid-Autumn Festival gentleman was sipping the fine wine he had privately kept, he suddenly felt that his mouth was starting to become boring.

"This sweet-scented osmanthus wine tastes sweet and has an aftertaste. I should eat some snacks with it. Oh, let me see if there is any green dough that Xiao Qingming gave me. It tastes pretty good..."

Whispering, he got up to look for the Qingtuan snacks given to him during the Ching Ming Festival in spring, but after looking around, he found that there was nothing but annoying mooncakes in the cabinet. Sad thoughts began to appear on his face, and when he was at a loss, he accidentally found two rice dumplings that he didn't know how long they had been there, and after thinking about it for a long time, he reluctantly thought about it. Apparently, it was given to him as a gift by Lord Duanwu during a certain Dragon Boat Festival.

When it comes to Dragon Boat Festival, we are actually old acquaintances with Mid-Autumn Festival. After all, they are both traditional Chinese festivals, so there is no reason not to be familiar with each other.It's just that Mr. Duanwu is simple and unsophisticated, with great etiquette, and rarely does any overstepping and rude behavior in front of others.

Like this rice dumpling, at that time, the Dragon Boat Festival Lord gave it to every traditional festival calendar god one by one with a solemn face. As for festivals, the Mid-Autumn Festival always gives them away when they can think of them, and don’t give them away if they can’t think of them. So when I saw these two zongzi, I immediately picked them up as if I saw some savior.

The two triangular zongzi made of reed leaves tied with hemp rope looked just right when they were placed in the steamer. Zongzi was rarely eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but when he smelled the rice fragrance gradually coming out of the steamer, he still felt at ease. Guessing what kind of stuffing it is, after all, no matter whether it is a slightly sweet bean paste or a little bacon, it seems that this sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing does not seem to go well with this sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing. After taking out the two steamed zongzi and inserting them on the chopsticks and carefully peeling off the zongzi leaves, Mr. Zhongqiu frowned and took a bite tentatively, then his eyes changed for a while before he couldn't help but laugh helplessly.

The old-fashioned Duanwu gentleman is still so ignorant of flexibility. Even if he is making rice dumplings, he can't think of anything else to put in. He just honestly makes the oldest and most unpretentious glutinous rice dumplings, but even the Mid-Autumn Festival has to be admitted. Even rice dumplings are the most delicious rice dumplings in the world, because they are not only entrusted with the taste of a traditional delicacy, but also the Dragon Boat Festival's own respect and mourning for the origin of the festival.

Zongzi was originally thrown into the river to prevent fish and shrimp from eating Mr. Qu Yuan's body. Because Mr. Qu Yuan has no descendants, the folks offer sacrifices to him every year to prevent him from starving after his death. For the people in the past Generally speaking, grains are precious things, not to mention things like meat and nuts, but in the long process of historical development in China, many places have always retained this tradition, and this is actually a kind of The sacrifice of the ancestors is a beautiful cultural heritage.

"Dragon Boat Festival? Lord Dragon Boat Festival? That nerd..."

Looking at the glutinous rice dumpling on his chopsticks, Mr. Zhongqiu shook his head and muttered a few words to himself, but after a while, he smiled unconsciously. He hadn't seen each other for many years. I almost forgot about the god who always couldn’t take jokes, but always treated everyone patiently. It’s just that others have forgotten, but the Mid-Autumn Festival can’t forget that one year during the festival, he got drunk and ended up on the Dragon Boat Festival calendar paper. But that night, Duanwu Jun, who seemed to have a bad temper but actually had a good heart, took a collection of poems and the Mid-Autumn Festival when he was drunk, and read him poems that were more beautiful than moonlight all night.

"The car is far away, the horse is long."

"Oh, the back... the back..."

"You travel east to east and east to east, and An De flies to the west wind."

"Well...well, then...and then! Read! Continue to read!"

"Uh, Mr. Mid-Autumn Festival, your rabbit fell into the wine tank and nearly drowned..."

Mid-Autumn Festival:"…………"

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"Which one is coming?"

Originally, he was finishing calligraphy and painting at home in his spare time. Mr. Duanwu wore gray clothes with long hair, and his dignified and dignified face was not easy to get close to. Many juniors like Xiaonian saw him afraid, and it was not because of Duanwu Jun has any character problems, but the fact that he can't recite poems and has to be palmed is really scary for a child, but when he hears the sound of bamboo bells swaying outside his calendar, he still waits patiently. He walked out slowly, and when he saw a thin figure dressed in white standing outside his calendar, holding a cute white rabbit in his arms, even Duan Wu's calm personality was a bit strange. His expression changed in surprise.

"Mr. Mid-Autumn Festival, what's the matter?"

While speaking, he had already saluted solemnly. Hearing the words of Mid-Autumn Festival, he put the medicine man in his arms into his sleeves, and when he raised his leg, he saw the old-fashioned appearance of Duan Wu, and he couldn't help laughing out loud. Seeing Duan Wu Jie looking at him with a puzzled face, Zhong Qiu squinted his eyes, thought about it, but it was rare to be gentle, and said very politely,

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I'm here to present a gift to Duanwu Lord."

As he said that, he handed over a red lacquer snack box wrapped in fine silk. Mr. Duanwu hurriedly took it with both hands. With such focused and strange eyes, Mr. Duanwu obviously paid attention to other places, because since the beginning, his eyes have been fixed on a certain part of Mid-Autumn Festival's face, and he can't move his eyes away.

He rarely communicates with Mid-Autumn Festival because of the gap of many months. Except for the boxing gifts that he will deliver on time every year, the only contact between them is the drunken Mid-Autumn Festival many years ago. People have been so close, but in the end it is not the poems that he memorized carefully, but the drunk who disturbed him the whole night, and the Mid-Autumn Festival that night was also the same as it seems now. The same, dressed in white, with a soft fur collar around his neck, he looks like a gentle and handsome adult man, but when he smiles, he will inadvertently reveal two very immature rabbits. Teeth, looks like a white-haired pink-eyed rabbit as cute.

"Thank you."

Forced myself to maintain etiquette to thank the Mid-Autumn Festival, but when watching the white shadow leave, the heart of the Dragon Boat Festival is still a little bit lost. Such forgetful people must have given this festival this year on a whim. I'm afraid he will have to wait another hundred or eighty years for him to visit the door, but when the Dragon Boat Festival brought the snack box back to his calendar, and opened the lid of the wooden box with some complicated emotions, he saw the food inside. Things froze for a moment.

As far as the eye can see, there are two moon cakes wrapped in oiled paper, which are wrapped in oil paper, placed in the center of the box, and a wine pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine is placed on the side, which looks pleasing to the eye, but the peach blossom letter in the center It still made Duan Wujie look a little inexplicable, and after he unfolded the letter paper, Duan Wujie saw a line of delicate small characters in the letter jumping on the paper, and after a long time, Duan Wujie lowered his head and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

[Dragon Boat Festival...that year's mid-autumn night, you were not the only one who was tempted. 】

The car is far away, and the horse is Lili.

Jun travels east to east and east to east, and An Defen flies to the west wind.

May I be like a star, like a moon, night and night.

The moon is dark, the stars are always bright.

Stay bright and wait for the moon to recover, three to five total profit