今日は中秋祭です

中秋祭は毎年陰暦の8月15日です。

In fact, I do not like this festival at all.

This is not the holiday for celebrating our people but Chinese.

And I don't know why the Japanese tradition was also from China, and it can be their own customs, writing, art, clothing, architecture, etc. They can creat to another features, BUT we can't.

Then today I am not happy to celebrate this moon festival, I prefer the legend which is from our Atayal legend of shooting sun=)

The Atayal legend of shooting the sun

A long long time ago, there were neither stars nor moon but two sun in the sky. Because one of them was much bigger than the today's sun, the weather was exceedingly hot, the grass and trees were withered, the creek water had dried up, and no crops could grow. And because the two suns took turns appearing in the sky, there was no distinction between day and night, and the people led lives of great misery. The people discussed this situation among themselves, and decided that there was no way they and their children could survive unless one of the suns was shot down. At that time three warriors declared themselves ready to go shoot a sun out of the sky. The warriors took some dried food and everyday articles and set out that same day, each one carrying a young child on his back. The journey to the sun was very long, and the men planted the seeds of oranges along the way so that they would grow into trees by the time they came back. Day followed day and year followed year.
One day they finally reached the place of the sun. There they rested and waited for the second sun to come up so that they could shoot it. The three men waited at the mouth of a valley as dawn approached. As they saw the sun appear, they drew their bows and let their arrows fly. Hit by the arrows, the stricken sun released a stream of boiling blood. One of the men was soaked from head to feet by the blood and died instantly. The other two were scalded, but managed to escape and flee homeward. On the journey back they saw that the orange trees their fathers had planted were now tall and full of fruit. The two were white-haired and stooped-backed old men by the time they arrived at their village. But from that time on there has been only one sun in the sky, and the night and day are clearly distinguished. The moon that we see in the nighttime is actually the corpse of the sun that was killed. And the stars, just blood of the bigger sun which was shooting and then spraying in the sky.

Since then, there are the distinction between daytime and night, and you can see the stars and moon at the night.