Chapter 1: The Dragon Boat Festival is a festival that almost everyone knows, even the old people at home know it. However, in my memory, I have never celebrated this festival. That is, this day is the same as usual, maybe

, the difference is that on that day, I was too busy to cook... Neither my parents’ family, where I grew up, nor my husband’s family, where I have lived for twenty years, regarded the Dragon Boat Festival as a holiday.

Not to mention making rice dumplings, I didn’t even have time to buy them, and yes, I didn’t have the spare money to buy them either, so I never ate rice dumplings at home.

I have eaten rice dumplings in Beijing in the past few years. The bosses make a lot of rice dumplings before this day and give me a lot of them every year. My son doesn’t like them very much and my husband doesn’t eat my food. I eat almost three meals a day.

Coming here as a meal can make up for the lack of eating rice dumplings before.

Zongzi has various ingredients and tastes different. However, I admit that it is indeed a kind of delicacy. When eating zongzi, I feel bad because the elderly at home cannot eat it.

There is no money to buy, but now is the busy season of wheat harvest. It starts with pulling the garlic moss, and then digs the garlic. As soon as the garlic is put away, the golden ears of wheat are about to fall. People don’t even bother to take a breath, and then go back to the more intense wheat harvest.

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Now that we have the conditions to use machinery, people no longer need to roll or beat the fields, but they still have to fight for time and cannot let the ripe wheat get wet in the rain.

At the same time, after the cotton seedlings planted in the garlic field were watered once, without the shelter of the garlic plant, they swished upward as if they were pulling out the seedlings. When the wheat was harvested, the corn was sown into the ground.

, the cotton seedlings have grown gratifyingly, with arms stretched out in circles, waiting for their owners to clean them up. From now on, until winter, people spend most of their time on these cotton plants.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, when Qu Yuan looked up to the sky and roared on the Miluo River, he saw that the farmers who worked hard all day were in the same situation every year: "This year I look forward to a good next year, but next year I will still have the same shabby cotton-padded jacket." But those parasites who have been eating all day long are...

He oppressed the people with rich clothes and fine food, so he became cynical and jumped into the river, unwilling to get along with the corrupt political circles...

However, I wonder if Qu Yuan’s soul has seen how his pursuit of spiritual practice has turned out so far... Chapter 2: The Dragon Boat Festival in his hometown. Erasing the dusty past, the scene of celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival in his hometown is still vivid in his mind.

At that time, I was still young, and the cold years became rich and lively because of the Dragon Boat Festival, and the Dragon Boat Festival became particularly kind, profound and moving because of my childlike interest.

In my hometown, the houses are one after another. The dilapidated old houses have gone through a long time, vicissitudes and weight.

People in my hometown live together in a cramped and crude way, but they are extremely harmonious and polite to each other.

Even though there are some minor quarrels among the dozen or so families, most of the time they are very amiable.

When people meet each other, they have friendly smiles and familiar expressions on their faces, and they talk politely and express greetings.

When I was a child, the Dragon Boat Festival came gracefully with the breeze.

The Lin family's old house suddenly burst into flames.

Every family will buy some meat, and more importantly, the adults will make rice dumplings together.

We can actually fry, fry, stew, and stir-fry at home. The aromas coming from the kitchens are mouth-watering, refreshing, and refreshing.

In traditional festivals, zongzi are very simple, and the material is simple and pure glutinous rice.

The ingenious relatives in my hometown were chatting and laughing while they were busy wrapping their rice dumplings with their artistic hands.

The broad bamboo leaves are carefully cleaned and folded into special shapes to wrap the rarely seen glutinous rice.

The slender leaves of the palm tree are used as strong "threads" to bind the angular palm leaves, which is perfect.

Zongzi, after being boiled for a long time, each one is particularly charming.

When you eat it in your mouth, the fragrance is in your heart, and the wonderful thing is the unique shape in the bamboo leaf packaging.

I couldn't wait to cut the thick thread, peel off the bamboo leaves, open my big mouth, and eat the chewy rice dumplings with my sharp teeth. Naturally, I liked it very much.

That special taste strongly stimulated the tip of my tongue when I was a child.

Therefore, every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, eating rice dumplings becomes a desire, a kind of waiting, and a rare memory.

The most profound thing in my mind is that together with my sister, under the leadership of my mother, we went to pick the necessary mugwort.

Before the Dragon Boat Festival, mugwort grows vigorously and lushly behind the house, on the banks of the fields, and on the hillsides.

The green appearance is as green as wipes.

The soft leaves have a strong smell and a long fragrance.

After we picked them, we took them home with great interest.

Mother smiled warmly and let us do the work of inserting mugwort.

We took some mugwort with a special smell and went to complete our glorious mission.

When the wormwood is picked, each one is full of energy and has a delicate appearance.

I got a small bundle of mugwort and smelled the smell that I hadn't seen for a year.