Today is Friday.
Yesterday, my boss gave a present, a box of glutinous rice balls, to each one of all the employees of our company. I was aware of the coming of Festival of Lanterns.
This holiday is a traditional holiday in China. In ancient, Chinese people always hung lanterns in the street on the fifteenth day of the lunar January. They also played the riddles and ate glutinous rice balls on that day. And it's also a romantic holiday in the Chinese festivals. It's a good opportunity for young unmarried men and women to know each other, which is rare on the normal days because usually the young girls were forbidden to go outside.
However, in my mind, it was not a beautiful holiday. I had read many novels about the kids being lost in the crowded parade at that night when I was a child. So I had ever thought it was the losing-children day before I grew up. I know it's not true now, but the psychological shadow still exists in my heart.
