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Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it is already evening, I wish all my online and offline friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
The last time I went home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival was probably in 2017. I went out in 2018 and 2019, and the next three years were plagued by the epidemic. This time I went home mainly to accompany my parents. I took a few days off and returned to Jiujiang on the 25th. I planned to return to Hangzhou on the 4th, so that I could stay at home for the full 8 days.
I woke up in the morning to catch up on the latest issue of Le Xia 3, and was called by my dad to the next room. My parents were making radish cake . I ate it a lot when I was a kid, but I have never eaten it since I grew up. I also forgot that it is a Mid-Autumn festival delicacy. My mother has always doted on me since I was a child and never let me do housework. When she saw me, she came over and said, “You go back to your room, I don’t need your help.” In the spirit of participation in family activities, I shamelessly stayed and did some easy work – spreading noodles. Dad kneaded the dough and pressed it into a pancake, and then mom filled it with radish filling to make radish cake.
With the cooperation of mom and dad, the dough is in the basin
The bread I spread
The strange wrinkles on the radish cake made by my mother will disappear after steaming.
Steamed radish cake
The outer layer of the dough is made of glutinous rice flour and rice flour. It is very glutinous rice cake (so it needs to be cushioned with brown leaves to prevent it from sticking together). It tastes very similar to glutinous rice cake. The radish filling inside is mixed with minced meat, plus red pepper, green onion and Seasonings such as ginger are similar to the filling of radish buns. I don’t know if this kind of combination is a characteristic of Jiujiang. I have never seen it in other places.
During the process, I took some photos and videos for my parents on a whim. The shooting was a strong interaction. My parents, including myself, were a little embarrassed because our family has never had a tradition of taking photos or video recordings, and we were very shy in front of the camera. As for myself, I am not good at photography and am more accustomed to written records.
I just played the video I took in the morning in a loop and found that combined with my article, I can portray a more complete Mid-Autumn Festival. The video records vivid images, while the text records the causes and consequences as well as inner activities. At this moment, I am reminded of the documentary “Four Spring”, the family images, which are a precious memory.
In the afternoon, I picked a dozen radish cakes and sent them to my brother’s restaurant partner Sanmao with my mother. He is from Hunan and lives in Jiujiang. He manages the restaurant and often comes to my house for dinner during holidays. I am not familiar with him. As an I, I was forced to open a business. This is actually the second time I have opened a business after returning home, but I also found that it is not that scary. When you have to take responsibility, the society is probably the least worth it. Small question.
After delivering the radish cake, I walked with my mother to the Shanghai Pedestrian Street. Shanghai Pedestrian Street is a 10-minute drive from my home. It has existed since I was in junior high school. It was very prosperous and lively at that time. Riding a bicycle to Shanghai Pedestrian Street is like entering the city. Now it has declined a lot, and offline business is becoming increasingly difficult to do, especially in third- and fourth-tier cities.
When I go shopping, my mother sees more men’s clothing stores than women’s clothing stores, and she always wants to buy me some clothes. Because I usually dress very sloppily, she thinks I’m frumpy, and thinks “dressing too frumpy” is an important reason why I’ve always been single. Maybe my mother was right, and I didn’t want to dampen her interest, so I tried on a few sweatshirts, but I didn’t want to buy them here, so I declined with “I’ll buy them myself when I go back to Hangzhou.”
After dinner, I went for a walk with my mother to Longmen Park. Longmen Park is right next to my community. In recent years, the supporting facilities near the community have become better and better. Hospitals and parks are all within one kilometer, and there are also several schools. So, the distance is very close.
Walking in the park with my parents is a routine task I set for myself when I got home. On the first day, my mother made an appointment with a neighbor, so I couldn’t participate. The next night, I told my mother, “I will accompany you every day for the next few days.” You go for a walk with dad, don’t ask out the neighbors.” Mom was naturally happy. A slower walk around the park takes 40 minutes. Dad often walks in front and rarely communicates with us. Sometimes he thinks we walk too slowly. My mother suffers from rheumatism and her legs and feet are weak. I walked with her behind, chatting all the time. Mainly my mother talks, and I listen, listening to her gossip about the neighborhood:
- The children of XX family are not married yet
- The children of the XX family lived a XX life with a XX kind of daughter-in-law.
- The daughter of XX family married to XX place
- The children of XX family made a lot of money doing XX business in XX place
- XX’s children are over 30 years old and still have no work at home. How can they live their lives?
- …
I usually don’t care about these gossips, but when my mother talks about them, I often listen with interest. If I hear about the XX family I know, I will ask a few more questions. Counting from college, it has been 15 years since I left Jiujiang. Jiujiang has changed a lot, the village has changed even more, and I have vague memories of every neighbor I meet in the community. When I heard the names of these people, I realized that they were still the same people, but my memory of Longmen Village stayed at 15 years ago.
Another big topic is my classmates. My mother knows some of my junior high school and high school classmates, especially the ones I played well with and the ones who had particularly good grades in the class. She often asks where XX is now and how. Likewise, whether you are married or not, whether you have children, whether you are a boy or a girl. I don’t know if my mother is just gossiping or trying to beat me up. I also noticed that my mother is getting older, and she doesn’t remember those things that happened a long time ago very clearly. It often happens that we are clearly chatting about classmate A, but the information my mother asks for is classmate B.
Time is unstoppable, and the sensitivity of middle-aged people to time comes not only from their own age, but also from the visible aging of their parents.
In today’s timeline, my dad was absent after making radish cake because he went to play mahjong and continued playing mahjong after dinner. This was a bad habit when I was young, but as I grow older, I am glad that he has such a hobby, at least it is a sustenance.
My mother’s energy is all on her children and she has no hobbies of her own, which worries me. Besides chatting with her more, I don’t know what else to do. To be honest, I often show impatience when communicating with my mother. This emotion will definitely affect my mother. I can sense that my mother is a little afraid of chatting with me. In the past two or three years, I have become more and more aware of this problem and have been adjusting. I try to listen calmly to my mother’s talk about the parents’ shortcomings, and give positive feedback in a timely manner. But you still can’t deal with it naturally. You need to use your consciousness to pay attention to your emotions and expressions. As I reach middle age, I begin to learn how to get along with my parents.
grateful.
Finally, here is a picture of Osmanthus fragrans, which my mother folded on the way to the temple in the morning.
My mother picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the way to the temple in the morning.
(2023-09-29@九江)
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