This year's Mid Autumn Festival did not see the moon because of overcast weather.
I can't help but sigh, what is left of the mid autumn festival now? Moon cake, mid autumn evening party, or the grand celebration of Mid Autumn Festival reported on TV news? These are all modern products. Although there are some traditional shadows, they are only shadows. This is the necessity of social development. The trend of science and technology keeps pushing us forward. Looking back, only the billows roared. It seems that the only link between us and the ancients is the eternal moon. But this year, my plan to look up at the night sky at 45 ° has also failed. When appreciating the poet's metaphor of "Mid Autumn Moon / an ancient copperplate", I was filled with AI's sadness.
Perhaps the most correct way for the ancients to celebrate the Mid Autumn Festival is the way. The family set up a table in the yard, brought in wooden chairs, lit a few wind lamps, sauteed a few vegetables, had a drink of affection, chatted about the family's daily life, and after dinner, ordered some mooncakes, fruits, spread a mat on the clean slate floor, and lay on the mat to watch the day and enjoy the moon.
Maybe some people will lose sleep this night, miss their relatives in the distance, remember every bit of happiness in life, burn out the lights all night, and sit in the dead sky.
But now, the communication technology is more and more developed, thousands of miles away, still can meet and talk with each other, who will recite to the moon, "I hope people will last a long time, thousands of miles share the beauty of the moon", in order to express their feelings of missing? Even if there is, it will be regarded as an alien, right? There are so many "moons" in our life that we forget that there are real moons in the world.
The moon is not the only thing taken away by the information age? Once, when I passed my childhood home by bus, I saw that the old building built in the 1980s and 1990s was being demolished, and my heart was somehow sad. Think of my friends and I used to live under the wall, play with mud, and bury our "treasures" - but in the future, do I want to go down to a brick in a building to recall my childhood?
Can I find the real moon in my heart someday?