Is China's traditional culture gradually disappearing?

I quite agree with you. I wrote some fine print two years ago, and I laughed.

Dragon Boat Festival Christmas Zongzi KFC

When I was a child, Dragon Boat Festival was a grand day. Before the fifth day, grandma brought back several neatly folded green glutinous rice leaves. The house is made of adobe, and there are green mugwort and fragrant calamus inserted in the cracks of bricks next to the gate. The sunshine in early summer is not strong. Aipu people sway gently on both sides of the door frame, and the refreshing fragrance permeates the upcoming Dragon Boat Festival.

On the fourth night, grandma took out the glutinous rice that she didn't want to eat at ordinary times, washed it crystal clear again and again, dried it a little, and mixed it with a little alkali. It is said that it can last a little longer. Then, some are mixed with bacon diced laba beans, some are mixed with peanut and jujube petals and salted osmanthus flowers laid by themselves last year. The palm leaves are torn into strips, boiled and tough, which is just used to tie zongzi. When the zongzi is cooked, the stove is full of flames, and soon the pot will begin to glug out an attractive aroma. At this time, I seem to be fine. I always move a little toad stool to snuggle up next to grandma's knee, just to taste a delicious jiaozi that I can eat the next day. ...

I don't know when, people are no longer keen on this "tedious" process, and the jiaozi in the supermarket is only sold symbolically for two days. Few people move glutinous rice with glutinous rice leaves to their homes, and the fragrance of calamus leaves gradually dissipates in distant dreams. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little disappointed, as if my solid memory had been hollowed out at once. This is a special day to commemorate a patriotic poet, the accumulation of thousands of years of history, the simple folk customs enjoyed by every household, and the source of lush trees in China! So lost in a fast and convenient city? Disappear in the busy modern crowd?

Close your eyes and vaguely feel something tearing in your body; In sight, a tangled old root is peeling off from the root of a huge old tree.

What is the distance?

Touching doornails in the New Year, eating glutinous rice balls, playing lanterns and dancing yangko in the Lantern Festival, drinking realgar wine and rowing dragon boats in the Dragon Boat Festival ... Are these all diluted by the smell of tobacco, alcohol and gasoline in an increasingly modern city? This generation began to worship Santa Claus, became infatuated with McDonald's and KFC, and fell in love with April Fool's Day and Valentine's Day. There are no kites in March, no fragrant zongzi in Dragon Boat Festival, no Ciba in winter and no longevity lock. Every time they climb the threshold, they forget the reunion of the Mid-Autumn Festival and neglect their respect for the elderly. Many shops offer incense to a rich man in royal clothes every day. Our 5,000-year-old tradition, our concise and profound words, are lost and dissipated bit by bit in the constant sounds of "Japanese Wave", "Korean Wave" and "Ye Ye" in western blockbusters.

I am really worried that one day, our grandson will ask us with zongzi: Grandpa! Grandma! Will you take me to see the zongzi tree? So, how will we face our ancestors?