Years have passed since the Double Ninth Festival, and now there is another Double Ninth Festival.
I stood in front of the seat that had been planned with Brother Li for a long time, quietly waiting for the sun to rise and pass by the meteorological station, forming the moment of hanging sun.
The morning breeze carries a hint of coolness. I am debugging the parameters of the camera, filled with anticipation. There seems to be a faint blush gradually emerging from the horizon, as if this magical painter of nature is carefully painting the sky with the first color.
As time passed, the blush grew stronger and the sun slowly peeked out from the horizon. The golden light pierced through the sky, casting a dazzling cloak over the entire city.
However, at this moment, the path of the sun's rise unexpectedly deviated from our estimation. We raised our tripod and kept wandering left and right, finally allowing the meteorological station to be on the path of the sun's rise. The beautiful hanging sun scene made us happy.
The sun, on this Double Ninth Festival, seems to have a deeper meaning in its appearance. The ancient saying goes, "On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the yang energy is at its peak." On this special day, the sun shines particularly brightly, as if telling people about the tenacity and beauty of life.
Watching the red sun leisurely hanging in the sky, I couldn't help but think of my distant mother. Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, I miss my family even more during festivals. "This poem by Wang Wei has resonated strongly in my heart at this moment.
My mother in my memory was always so gentle and kind. She used her own hands to hold up a warm sky for me. When I was a child, every Double Ninth Festival, my mother would take me to climb high and gaze into the distance. At that time, I always ran and played excitedly in the mountains, while my mother smiled and looked at me from the side, her eyes full of love.
Nowadays, although I have grown up, my mother's concern always accompanies me wherever I go. In this season of the Double Ninth Festival, how I wish to be by my mother's side and send her a warm blessing. I silently pray in my heart, wishing my mother good health. With emotion, I say, "During the Double Ninth Festival, the autumn wind rises, and the red sun rests leisurely on the horizon. I hope my mother is strong and healthy, and my heart is filled with joy and happiness
The sun rises higher and higher, its radiance becoming increasingly dazzling. The fleeting hanging sun gradually disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the city.
Double sun, this is a day full of longing and gratitude. Let us cherish our loved ones around us, care for the elderly, and let them feel our warmth and love. Because in this world, there is nothing more precious and worth cherishing than family affection.