The composition speed of Dragon Boat Festival in Baoji, my hometown

The customs of Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown can be described as varied. Insert dogwood. A few days before the Dragon Boat Festival, people will put a horn (or wicker) on the lintel, which is said to ward off evil spirits. Wear sachets. Adults sew small cloth bags with cloth, and wrap wormwood, Atractylodes macrocephala, Radix Isatidis and other medicinal materials inside, so that children can wear them under their necks or tie them around their waists, which can enhance their immunity. Hometown is short of water, unlike Jiangnan and other places to row dragon boats. In my hometown, the most typical custom is to eat zongzi (some places eat oil cakes). Wash the glutinous rice, mix it with a bag, make it into a triangular cone with brown leaves, and steam it to make a fragrant and sweet zongzi. Yongchang is particular about eating zongzi, that is, offering sacrifices to Qu Yuan and ancestors before eating.

I like zongzi best. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I am always full until I can't eat any more. The zongzi made by my mother is delicious. Gently tear open the palm leaves to reveal a white glutinous rice cake. I couldn't help taking a bite, and the sweet juice overflowed into my mouth. That feeling is simply wonderful. Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. I am used to eating zongzi wrapped by my mother, but I always feel a little dry when I eat zongzi wrapped by others, which is not as fragrant and tender as that wrapped by my mother.

Somehow, I feel this way every time I eat zongzi. Delicious glutinous rice, fragrant, seems to have risen from Qu Yuan, the immortal hero of success and failure, and he himself seems to have returned to the lost state of Chu for thousands of years. I can't help but scoff at the meanness of Shanxi merchants, Zhang Yi and Zheng Xiu, and sit up and take notice of Qu Yuan's integrity. What is a hero? Life and death are rich, swallowing mountains and rivers? Jin Ge Ma Tie, screaming at the sky? Neither! Instead, I smiled and lamented proudly. Ninety thousand Li Fengpeng is a positive move! Vaguely, it seems that you have thrown endless destruction into the rolling Miluo River, and only a trickle repeats the constant dawn. Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward! Your thoughts can devour the sun and the moon, but they can become stars! The whole world is beautiful because of you! What you can't keep is the skirt of the years, the short skirt of clothes and the pursuit of truth. ...

Suddenly, everything disappeared, leaving only the elegant dining table. It turned out that the zongzi in my hand had been finished, and I realized that wealth and fame were fleeting, and the king dominated the Ganges, leaving nothing at last, sighing and sinking ...

Zongzi is in my mouth, my mother is around, and my hometown is in my heart.

Only five points. I'm going to kill my hand.