Dragon Boat Festival

In lunar May 5 of another year, the family’s Zhi Kui had already been worshiped in front of the ancestral hall of the hometown, right? When I was young, the wormwood I hated most was still hanging high on the door link. When I thought of all this, I couldn’t help thinking of my hometown and everything I had. My home was in Chaoshan, surrounded by mountains on three sides, on one side of the plain near the sea. Since ancient times, traffic has been blocked, so our ethnic group still retains the traditions left by our ancestors and the joys brought to me. On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, the family began to be busy, and the ingenious mother would start to make Zhi Qiao. Zhikui is unique to Chaoshan. It uses gardenia to mash, then soak the residue, infiltrate the yellow liquid into Pujiang alkali solution, then infiltrate into the glutinous rice flour slurry, stir well and pour it into the prepared bowl, steamed, it becomes. After worshiping ancestors on lunar May 5, the whole family took them out to enjoy. The way of eating is also very special, a plate of white sugar and a thread. At that time, my mother would always use that thread to pull and cut the Gardenia into pieces, and touch the white sugar to eat. At that time, my mother always said, “son, take one tablet and be safe. The Zhiqiu made is slightly brownish yellow, which tastes a little bitter and tastes sweet with some sugar, which is the taste of mother. After eating Zhi Qiao, hang ai ye. First, my mother would hang Ai Ye Gao on the portal, saying that she could keep home safe. Next, it was a troublesome thing. At this time, my mother would prepare a Wormwood for me. Hanging on my right ear, I am not allowed to take it off. When I was a child, I felt like a little girl wearing flowers. I always felt embarrassed and dared not to disrespect my mother’s order and let ai ye hang on my right ear, making me a little girl, it also gives off a hint of mugwort leaf fragrance. However, all these went away and became memories. I miss my hometown’s Zhi Wei, my hometown’s Wormwood fragrance, and my hometown’s Duanyang’s childhood happiness remain in my memory. I recall and recall one after another by gradually burying traditions. Chaoshan people pay most attention to tradition and inheritance, but today under the wind, they have gradually lost the parts that should not be lost. What we lost is exactly our generation, burying our happiness. I had a dream last night. I dreamed that my mother was holding Zhi Kui and said to me, “my son, just eat one piece, pingping’an May 5 Shandong praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) spring elimination snow

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