Ask the composition to write a story about the Dragon Boat Festival. Write it in a small way and it will be meaningful at last.

I looked forward to the Dragon Boat Festival when I was very young. The tempting zongzi is mouth-watering. The long rice grains are cooked yellow and covered with red bean paste or dates. The rice is a little transparent, but also presents some reddish colors, and the corners of the mouth are stubbornly upturned, which is very cute. The leaves wrapped in zongzi are covered with water and soaked with a little rice fragrance. Bite it down and put it on the zongzi. It smells like rice. Take another bite and you'll see a dark red filling. The stuffing is sweet, and with rice, this kind of sweetness is not greasy; The sweetness of red dates or red bean paste is blended into rice, which also has a special taste.

I often eat a moustache, and my mother laughs at me as a "big-faced cat". I didn't mind, just smiled, licked my rice with my tongue, wiped my mouth with my hand, and went to grandma.

Grandma will look at me with a smile, slowly move to the bed and take out some sachets from the sewing basket beside the pillow. At that time, my grandmother had only one grandson, and I loved her very much, so every year five or six grandmothers made sachets. These sachets are all kinds, but as far as I can remember, nothing seems to be the same. Grandma was very skilled at that time and could make many kinds of tricks. There are deer, tigers, snakes and geckos; And the sun, the moon and the stars; There are also some flowers and hearts. No matter what he does, it seems that something is wrong. Although it is not vivid, it is by no means worse than the one bought by the roadside.

Although I didn't like the smell of sachet very much, it was undoubtedly my best decoration at that time. It's like hype. Aunt looked at me and laughed at me for bragging. I don't care what she said, I still "admire myself" and ran to my mother to play.

Now things have changed. I spent a golden childhood and grew up slowly. My cousin is seven years old and my grandmother has been dead for a long time. The custom of Dragon Boat Festival in our family is only "eating zongzi". Without the blessing of grandma's sachet, I still grow up safely, day after day. But sometimes my heart is empty, the closer I get to the Dragon Boat Festival, the more so.

Miss my dear ornament-grandma's love sachet.