Chang zhi「常挚」

About Him

Name: Cháng Zhì 「常挚」
30 years old, from Henan, holds a degree in Traditional Chinese Medicine, currently runs a Tui Na clinic called Zhiyi Tui Na (执一推拿).
Adopted by his foster mother Cháng Yí (常仪). He also has twelve adopted younger sisters, whose names from oldest to youngest are: Liǔ (柳), Xìng (杏), Táo (桃), Huái (槐), Liú (榴), Hé (荷), Lán (兰), Guì (桂), Jú (菊), Fú (芙), Jiā (葭), Méi (梅).
Likes wearing Hanfu, can make flour-based foods, and practices calligraphy.
Gentle and polite to strangers, more relaxed with close acquaintances. When anxious or with family and friends, he speaks in Henan dialect. He can be a bit stubborn about certain things.

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About Mid-Autumn Festival

The Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Moon Festival or Mooncake Festival, is a harvest festival celebrated in Chinese culture. It occurs on the 15th day of the 8th month of the Chinese lunisolar calendar and can fall between 7 September and 8 October (inclusive) of the Gregorian calendar. On this day, the Chinese believe that the moon is at its fullest and brightest, coinciding with the time of harvest in the middle of autumn.
Celebrations:
Lantern lighting, mooncake making and sharing, courtship and matchmaking, fireworks, family gatherings, dragon dances, family meals, visiting friends and relatives, gift-giving.
Origins and development:
The Chinese have celebrated the harvest during the autumn full moon since the Shang dynasty (c. 1600–1046 BCE). The term mid-autumn (中秋) first appeared in Rites of Zhou, a written collection of rituals of the Western Zhou dynasty (1046–771 BCE). As for the royal court, it was dedicated to the goddess Taiyinxingjun (太陰星君; Tàiyīn xīng jūn). This is still true for Taoism and Chinese folk religion.
The celebration as a festival only started to gain popularity during the early Tang dynasty (618–907 CE). One legend explains that Emperor Xuanzong of Tang started to hold formal celebrations in his palace after having explored the Moon-Palace. By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the Mid-Autumn Festival had become one of the main folk festivals in China.
Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mid-Autumn_Festival

Song

Poetry

水调歌头 明月几时有 ①
〔宋〕苏轼（苏东坡）
明月几时有？把酒问青天。
不知天上宫阙，今夕是何年。
我欲乘风归去，又恐琼楼玉宇，高处不胜寒。
起舞弄清影，何似在人间。
转朱阁，低绮户，照无眠。
不应有恨，何事长向别时圆？
人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺，此事古难全。
但愿人长久，千里共婵娟。

八月十五日夜玩月 ②
〔唐〕刘禹锡
天将今夜月，一遍洗寰瀛。
暑退九霄净，秋澄万景清。
星辰让光彩，风露发晶英。
能变人间世，翛然是玉京。

望月怀远 ③
〔唐〕张九龄
海上生明月，天涯共此时。
情人怨遥夜，竟夕起相思。
灭烛怜光满，披衣觉露滋。
不堪盈手赠，还寝梦佳期。

English Version

Bright Moon, When Did You Appear? ①
by Su Shi (Su Tung-p'o)
Translated by Burton Watson

Bright moon, when did you appear? Lifting my wine, I question the blue sky.
Tonight in the palaces and halls of heaven what year is it, I wonder?
I would like to ride the wind, make my home there,
only I fear in porphyry towers, under jade eaves,
in those high places the cold wind would be more than I could bear.
So I rise and dance and play in your pure beams, though this human world—how can it vie with yours?
Circling red chambers, low in the curtained door, you light our sleeplessness.
Surely you bear us no ill will— why then must you be so round at times when we humans are parted!
People have their griefs and joys, their togetherness and separation, the moon its dark and clear times, its roundings and wanings.
I only hope we two may have long long lives, may share the moon's beauty, though a thousand miles apart.

Contemplating the Moon on the Night of the Mid-Autumn Festival ②
by Liu Yuxi

Heaven bestows tonight's moon, To wash the whole world clean at once.
Heat retreats, the nine heavens pure, Autumn clarifies, all scenes fresh.
Stars and planets yield their radiance, Wind and dew emit crystalline essence.
It can transform the human world, Serenely, into a jade capital.

Watching the Moon, Thinking of Someone Far Away ③
by Zhang Jiuling
Translated by Burton Watson

The bright moon rises over the sea; We share this moment, though far apart.
The lover grieves the endless night, All night long thoughts of you arise.
I put out the candle, loving the full light; I put on my robe, feeling the dew grow cold.
I cannot grasp the light to give it to you; I go back to bed, hoping for a dream meeting.