Childhood Mid-Autumn Festival

In the evening, the bright moon hangs in the air early, as if she knew that people would worship her today. My mother and sister lifted the table into the yard, put the apples, persimmons, moon cakes and moon cakes made by my mother, and then prayed earnestly. It was nothing more than praying for peace, harvest and other words. I can't understand or hear clearly, and I don't want to hear it, because my heart has already been hooked away by those foods ...

In my memory, no matter how busy the farm work was, on August 15th, my mother would still put down her farm tools and put on clean clothes, and three or five people would go to the market together to buy back some things that she would not like to eat at ordinary times. At the same time, we also try our best to get home, not only for the reunion of the whole family to enjoy the moon, but also to satisfy the desire and demand of the stomach for good food.

After returning from the market, there were more things in my mother's empty basket that made us covet. It's indispensable to cut a catty of meat. If you have a broad hand, you will bring back a fish. Because it's Mid-Autumn Festival, moon cakes, apples and persimmons are indispensable, but there are three or five apples and persimmons, which are just enough for the three of us. We only buy five moon cakes, one for each person. In my mother's words, they can't be eaten as food. But in order to fulfill the children's dream of Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother made handmade moon cakes to satisfy our cravings.

When the market came back, my mother soaked the "bad head" (a piece of dough left when making cakes, which was mainly used for making dough) in a porcelain basin with warm water, and then began to make dough after lunch. During the wake-up period, my mother took out sesame seeds from home and fried them in a pot. After cooling, she mashed them with a stone mortar at home and then mixed them with sugar, so that the mooncake stuffing was ready. I clearly remember that only our family had that stone mortar in the village at that time, and my father said it was handed down from our ancestors. Therefore, every Mid-Autumn Festival afternoon, the old house in my hometown is always filled with sesame fragrance. At this time, when the noodles were ready, my mother began to knead them, and made them into cakes the size of plates, which were wrapped with prepared sesame sugar, which was taken to the cooker with a dustpan and baked in a pan one by one. Of course, only four pieces can be put in a pot at most, and the temperature should be moderate. If it is big, it will be burnt. If it is small, it may be unfamiliar, so baking cakes is a meticulous job. Of course, it is naturally not a problem for mothers.

At night, the bright moon hangs in the air early, as if she knew that people would worship her today. Mother and sister lifted the table into the yard, put the apples, persimmons, moon cakes and moon cakes made by mother, and then prayed earnestly, which was nothing more than praying for peace, harvest and other words. I couldn't understand what it was, and I didn't want to hear it clearly, because my heart had already been hooked away by those foods.

Early the next morning, my mother got up and prepared things for me to go back to school. Naturally, I had to put some moon cakes in my schoolbag. Sometimes, my sister quietly stuffed the apples she had not eaten into my hand. These details of life and past events are still fresh in my memory, and I cherish them forever.