In Dingzhou City, hundreds of years have passed in this world.
It’s Star Festival again.
Legend has it that there was a war between the gods in ancient times, and God was furious and sent a large number of locusts to the earth to eat crops. The ancestors here in Dingzhou saw that people were about to starve to death, so they cut down many pine branches and wild mugwort branches and tied them into torches, and led the people to light them. Go to the fields and burn the insects.
This day is the Torch Festival.
The hero has gone away. In order to commemorate the departed hero, Dingzhou people will light torches on this night, party all night long, and use songs and dances to tell their ancestors that they are living a good life now and please don't worry about them.
But now few people remember this allusion, and the hero who led people to burn torches to drive away locusts in the dark has also been forgotten. The temple that was originally built to commemorate this hero has long since disappeared.
People no longer light torches for heroes who have passed away in the dust. Now the Star Festival is only to commemorate Sister Xiaobao who saved the entire Dingzhou during the great epidemic.
Today's Dingzhou City is a prosperous scene, with carved cars competing on the long streets, BMWs competing on the main roads, dazzling gold and jade, and fragrant silk flowers. People come and go, rubbing shoulders, and above the brightly lit tall buildings and small buildings, there are new voices laughing in Liumo Flower Street, and playing pipes and tuning strings in teahouses and restaurants.
There are no city walls in Dingzhou City. Sister Xiaobao sits here all year round to take care of the people of Dingzhou. They don't have to worry about wars or bandits and plundering here. As long as Xiaobao is still there, they naturally don't dare to have people, monsters, or people. Other gods come here to let loose.
'The wind picked up, the rain started, and I had to go.
It's dusk, it's dark, and I feel uneasy.
The white mist has not dissipated, and the distant mountains look like reflections. '
This is a folk song passed down orally by the people of Dingzhou. The melody is catchy and everyone will sing it during the Xinghui Torch Festival.
'The rootless water quietly fell to the ground, and everything was washed away. '
'A person's life is filled with three months of cuckoo.
The soul's destination, a safe place.
The stars accompany you and protect you devoutly. '
In the center of the square, torches were burning. People wearing various clothes, holding hands, sang and danced around the pile of soaring torches. Everyone's face was filled with happy and happy smiles.
'A person's life is filled with three months of cuckoo.
The soul's destination, a safe place.
The stars accompany you and protect you devoutly. '
On the high-rise building, curls of incense float out from the exquisite gilt stove. The stove cover is carved with the shape of mountains. There are people and animals arranged naturally on the mountain. When the smoke from the incense burner floats out slowly, it is like a sacred mountain that has been coiled all year round. There are clouds and mist, and there are layers of tulle inside the small building, and a sitting figure can be vaguely seen.
Xiaobao sat there, lowering his head slightly, looking at the people singing and dancing enthusiastically in the square. Xiaobao used to jump down and sing and dance with everyone. She still likes to watch them dance like this, but she will no longer dance with them. Danced.
She has become a god, carrying thousands of beliefs, and her actions are accompanied by the aura of heaven and earth. If she dances with the believers now, the believers will be affected by her, and they will be intoxicated and crazy. , immersed in the belief in Sister Xiaobao, completely forgetting his own simplest and purest happiness.
No one can refuse the opportunity to get close to the god they believe in wholeheartedly.
A green willow branch appeared in Xiaobao's hand at some point. The willow branch was narrow and long, and her fingers were also long and slender. The hand holding the willow branch was glowing white, and in the thin smoke of the candlelight, There is an unwarranted elegance, which makes people easily think of the charming poem "Break a willow slenderly and send it to your lover".
Xiaobao walked to the window, holding a willow branch in his hand. When the willow branch appeared, the cigarette smoke in the room dispersed without any wind, following Xiaobao's movements. A bright white light flashed on the willow branch. Even among thousands of lights, it was not inferior, and Xiaobao's face was reflected brilliantly.
Xiaobao waved his arm gently, and countless white lights splashed out from the tips of the willow branches like fireworks, suddenly piercing the sky and shining on the people who were singing and dancing.
People who felt Xiaobao's blessing burst into cheers, and the singing and dancing became more and more enthusiastic.
Tonight, the moon and stars are shining, partying all night long.
"Old man, where's your money? Give it to me! How brave are you? How dare you not give me money!"
"I clearly saw you paid your wages today, where did you hide them! You still haven't taken them out! Do you want to die?"
Under the tall building, in the shadow of the alley, a thin young man punched and kicked a lame old man lying on the ground, mercilessly, "You will have to rely on me to support you in the future and carry your coffin! You If you don’t give me the money now, when you die, I will throw you into a mass grave!”
The gray-haired old man huddled up in a ball very skillfully, holding his head, curling his legs on his chest and abdomen, and facing the young man who was punching and kicking him with his not generous back, trying his best to protect him My own fragile internal organs.
His movements were skillful, as if he had experienced this many times.
"I don't have any. Stop fighting. Son, I'm your father. Don't fight. I really have no money. I really have no money!"
"It's the festival today. Our boss just gave us a piece of meat without any payment! My son! My son! Stop beating me. You're going to beat dad to death! My son!"
The old man cried out sadly. He no longer dared to pray for his son to be kind enough to let him go, but he just asked him to kick a few more times today until he was tired.
He endured his son's kicks and beatings, but still cried out sadly, "Er," "Er," "Er," and "Er," he said.
The young man kicked hard a few times. Sure enough, he was tired from kicking. He gasped and spat on the white-haired old man, "If you don't give me the money, I won't beat you to death! You bitch, Look at your virtue!"
The young man patted his dusty pants, cursed and left the shadow beyond the thousands of lights.
The old man cowered on the ground and didn't make a sound for a long time.
His hair was gray, his body was covered with footprints, and his skin that wasn't covered by clothes was covered in bruises and bruises. He looked so pitiful.
When Xiaobao held a willow branch and blessed the entire Dingzhou, a little white light faded into the shadowed corner. The old man shook his body and stretched slightly, as if he felt better.
Xiaobao lowered his eyes and looked at the farce of the son beating his father, but he did not appear to help this poor old father.
Three hundred years ago, these two people were also father and son.
This father sold his daughter and used the money from selling his daughter to support his son's education. Perhaps because of his lack of talent, this son took the money from his sister's selling herself, but he did not get any honors and studied for more than ten years. , in the end I just recognized all the words.
She returned home from school dejectedly, got married, gave birth to a pair of lovely children, and lived an ordinary life.
Although this father did not live a wealthy life, he died a good death. He ended his life with a smile surrounded by his sons and grandchildren.
Oh, by the way, three hundred years ago, there was a mother in this family. She went mad for some reason and rushed into the rain in the pouring rain. Her feet slipped and she fell into the rough river, never to be seen again. go home.
Thank you to my classmates who will never remember me for their monthly ticket support!
