"Zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival"
"Who can tell who is the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival? The eternal rumor is Qu Yuan. It is ridiculous to laugh at the vast sky of the Chu River, but it cannot wash away the grievances of the direct officials." Dragon Boat Festival It will be here soon. I believe everyone still remembers the Dragon Boat Festival last year! Now let me introduce the Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown!
My hometown, Yongchang, is located in the northwest of the motherland. It is an ancient city with a long history, but now it is only a small town with very few people aware of it. There, people pay attention to the morning and evening clouds, the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the four seasons, and don't care much about the little Dragon Boat Festival; here, people yearn for the lights and feasts of the city and the revelry of life, while ignoring the small towns. They all like beautiful things in their minds, but they don't know that in this border town, the Dragon Boat Festival is also very lively.
The Dragon Boat Festival customs in my hometown can be described as diverse. Insert dogwood. A few days before the Dragon Boat Festival, people put a branch of dogwood (or a wicker) on the lintel of the door. It is said that it can ward off evil spirits. Wear a sachet. Adults sew cloth into small cloth bags, and wrap mugwort, atractylodes, isatis root and other herbs in them, and let children wear them under their necks or tie them around their waists to enhance their immunity. Due to the lack of water in my hometown, dragon boating is not possible like in Jiangnan and other places. In my hometown, the most typical custom is eating rice dumplings (in some places, oil cakes are eaten). Wash the glutinous rice, put it into a handful of bags, shape it into a triangular cone shape with palm leaves, and steam it to become fragrant and sweet rice dumplings. There is a special thing about eating rice dumplings in Yongchang, that is, before eating, you must first worship Qu Yuan and your ancestors before eating.
I love eating rice dumplings the most. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I always eat as much as I can until I can’t eat anymore. The rice dumplings made by my mother are very delicious. Gently tearing the palm leaves apart, the white and tender glutinous rice cake was revealed. I couldn't help but take a bite, and the sweet juice overflowed into my mouth. The feeling was simply wonderful. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but it was nothing except Wushan. I am used to eating rice dumplings made by my mother, but when I eat rice dumplings made by others, I always feel a little dry and not as fragrant and tender as those made by my mother.
Somehow, I always have the same feeling every time I eat zongzi. With a mouth full of fragrant glutinous rice, the aroma seems to rise to the memory of Qu Yuan, the immortal hero of success or failure, and he himself seems to have returned to the Chu Kingdom that has been lost for thousands of years. He couldn't help but sneer at the despicableness of Jin Shang, Zhang Yi and Zheng Xiu, and was impressed by Qu Yuan's integrity. What is a hero? The contract between life and death is vast, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger? Fighting like a warrior and an iron horse, looking up to the sky and roaring? None! Instead, he laughs, laughs, sings, and sings proudly, and the wind and power of ninety thousand miles are rising! Faintly, it seems that you have thrown the endless sinking into the rolling Miluo River, and only the trickling water repeats the never-changing morning and dusk. The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in! Your heart can swallow the sun and the moon, and it can hold stars! The whole world is beautiful because of you! What cannot be retained by breaking the willow branches is the skirts and sleeves of the years, and what cannot be retained by shortening the robes is your footsteps in pursuit of the truth...
Suddenly, everything disappeared, leaving only the elegance. dining table. It turned out that when the rice dumplings in my hands were exhausted, I realized that wealth and fame were fleeting, and the king's dominance was as numerous as the sand in the Ganges River. In the end, I was left to sigh and sink endlessly...
The rice dumplings are in my mouth, my mother is by my side, and my hometown is in my heart.