In the middle of the sacrificial procession ceremony.
Xiao Xu held up a banner made of three colors: yellow, white, gray, and black, and waved it towards the sky. The talisman was thrown from his hand and spread to both sides of the road with the wind.
Then everyone saw another surprising scene.
The talisman paper emitted a faint light, clearing away the distracting thoughts in everyone's mind and the sour feeling that had surrounded them for several days. At this moment, they felt refreshed, and their mental outlook was much better than before.
They came back to their senses from their daze and kowtowed sincerely to the imperial teacher of their great country. The imperial teacher rode on a sedan chair, which drove to the end of Chongyang Road, and ended the parade ceremony with a flick of his banner.
After the parade, it is time to release river lanterns.
Rows of bamboo shovels and boats are placed at the shore, but no one is on board tonight.
The people placed the offerings in order, and everyone held a river lantern in their hands.
There are many varieties of river lanterns, most of which are in the shape of lotus flowers.
The old emperor had been waiting for Xiao Ling to be paraded through the streets. Eunuch Fu stood beside him, holding a river lantern with his head lowered.
No one knows the feelings of these slaves.
Because they were slaves, they did not have the right to release river lanterns and participate in festivals. They were the lowest mortals who were not loved by the gods.
Xiao Xu walked slowly on the bluestone slabs in the middle of the road and slowly walked towards the river bank.
The little bells on her ankles and the ornaments on her robe jingled.
Although she is so small, the robe she wears is complicated and solemn. It looks spacious and loose, but it makes people feel that it fits her very well, as if she should be dressed like this. Only in this way can she be a national teacher who is close to the people and appears to be aloof.
She is both kind and serious.
At this time, a man wearing crescent-shaped wide sleeves walked out of the crowd. He walked towards the national teacher by the river bank, holding an exquisite and beautiful river lantern in his hand.
That face that was so infuriating that it was regarded as abominable by both humans and gods was as cold as ice.
The man walked at a leisurely pace, and the candlelight burning in the colorful glass river lantern he was holding only flickered slightly, without being blown out by the wind as he walked.
Then, the man presented the river lantern with both hands and handed it to the national teacher.
Because he was on the plateau, the man bent down slightly.
Therefore, the two of them were very close to each other.
Looking at the man's back from a distance, I felt a little weird.
"Release the river lanterns——"
As a loud voice rang out, Xiao Xu took the colorful glazed river lantern from Shen Yanjin's hand, turned around and walked down the stairs, stopped on the step closest to the water, slowly squatted down, his robe rustling and his jewelry jingling.
She stretched out her fair hand and placed the river lantern into the water.
The river water was rippled by the light of the river lanterns.
The water is sparkling.
Xiao Xu handed the banner to someone else, clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
In everyone's eyes, this look seemed to be conveying good luck sincerely.
But Xiao Xu didn't think so. She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and prayed for a quick end to these unnecessary sacrificial rituals and for her wish to live another thirty years.
After a short wait, she stood up and stepped aside.
Then we went to the Old Emperor to release river lanterns.
The old emperor was very rigorous and took every step seriously.
As he released the river lanterns, he prayed: "May our great country prosper forever, and may the people live in peace and prosperity."
Then came the arrival of all the common people.
Line up to set off the fireworks.
It lasted for about two hours.
It was already dark.
Next, it is time to worship the dead souls, burn paper ingots, and offer sacrifices to the land.
The Zhongyuan Festival, a month of auspiciousness and filial piety, is a folk festival in early autumn to celebrate the harvest and express gratitude to the earth. When crops ripen, people traditionally offer sacrifices to their ancestors with new rice and other offerings to report the harvest. It is a festival to remember ancestors and to honor and show filial piety.
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