Dragon Boat Festival

When I was young, my father told me that Dragon Boat Festival was to commemorate the death of an ancient celebrity who fell into the river, following the custom of eating zongzi. But in my memory of Dragon Boat Festival, I saw the bamboo shoot leaves and rice dumpling leaves that my mother soaked in the barrel, as well as pots of sticky rice and red beans. Looking at the busy figures of my mother and sisters, I walked around the barrel happily, looking forward to the delicious Zongzi coming out of the pot early so that I could play around with small triangular zongzi, no longer afraid of hunger. Waiting was a long process. I waited in the kitchen for a long time, but they still didn’t mean to pack zongzi. I went out to play for a while, killing unbearable time. Finally, the time that they had been waiting for for for a long time came. They put the mixed glutinous rice and red beans into the rice leaves folded into triangles or the quadrangle bamboo shoots leaves, and used the silk torn off from the edge of the leaves as ropes, tie up zongzi tightly and make them into strings. I quietly looked at the burning firewood under the stove, boiled a large pot of zongzi, and looked at the steaming smoke on the stove. I seemed to smell the fragrance of zongzi in the kitchen, it seemed that I saw the golden zongzi after peeling off, or the purple red beans mixed inside, which made me drooling. After I went to primary school, I gradually lost my interest in Dragon Boat Festival, not because I had no feeling for zongzi, but because I gave zongzi to relatives. During the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother always arranged me and my younger brother to go to the relatives’ home in the neighboring village to send zongzi door to door. It is said that it is a neighboring village, and it is more than ten kilometers to walk back and forth. Moreover, it is carrying zongzi and walking through mountains and hills on a winding path. Anyway, it is just a trip back. It is a trivial matter to wear a layer of skin on your, my body will ache for many days, just like falling apart. What is more hateful is that if they encounter naughty children in neighboring villages, they will try every means to bully us with the attitude of big villages. Once, my brother and I just climbed a mountain and entered the neighboring village. Unfortunately, we met two children older than us. We guessed that we were from the neighboring village and stopped the way, the order was drilled down from their hakama before they were willing to let us go. How could the elder brother who liked dancing swords and guns at ordinary times be humiliated? He gave me the zongzi on his shoulder and beat them directly. Then he watched them go home to move reinforcements with their snot and tears. In order to avoid them, we took a long detour on the return trip. I think this is a punishment for us. The habit of sending zongzi lasted until my third year of junior high school. Because of my father’s death, my mother was unwilling to do this again. Instead, my relatives who used to send zongzi sent Zongzi to my family one by one. Seeing the arrival of relatives, my mother always touched the scene, shed tears, and poured out her deep sadness and reluctance to them. Seeing my mother’s Crying red eyes and her sad and painful appearance, I began to reject zongzi from the bottom of my heart. In the following years, from studying in other places to taking part in work, I seldom celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival and basically did not eat zongzi, for fear of touching the sadness in my heart. Dad, why don’t you like eating zongzi? My daughter’s question made me speechless, because my wife once asked me this question. After more than twenty years, I think I should step over this threshold in my heart and turn sadness into a memorial. On this Dragon Boat Festival, I will pack a happy zongzi with my mother and relatives, let the zongzi be fragrant. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…