The Mid-Autumn’s night of the fullest moon. A time of celebration, reunion, and love. But it’s been a chilly pensive day, and sky overcast and yellowed, moon wanly and balefully lit, night.
The heart is heavy and full.
Blooming Flowers, Full Moon
Whenever the flowers are in bloom and the moon is full, sad thoughts enter our minds. After the flowers are no longer in bloom and the moon is no longer full, the people begin to disperse. The festive atmosphere departs for the distant cloudy skies, and we are cut off from the past as if from a hazy dream that we cannot recall. The vibrant spring colors of the grass and trees succumb to the chaotic red shadows of fall. As they begin to chirp, the chickens’ songs become melancholy. We wish we could make the long days of spring longer. When we will be able to look up and once again gaze at the full moon?
-Zhang Xian, Magnolia Flowers
(translation taken from the wiktionary page)
One of Mum’s favourite songs from her favourite singer she was always humming and singing in the house.
周璇 – 月圓花好 Zhou Xuan – Full Moon Blooming FLowers (1940s):
Full Moon Blooming Flowers
The drifting clouds disperse, the full moon shines upon the gathering people
The most complete and joyous reunion, is this day and night (mid-autumn’s)
On the clear and shallow pond, the Mandarin ducks (coupled lifelong mates) frolic and play
Adorned with red garments and jade-green parasols, the twin lotus flowers bloom as one
Two-by-two pair-by-pair, tenderness coupled with love
This languid breeze blows towards, the blooming flowers
Tender and sweet love fills the earth
And a more modern rendition: