Dragon boat festival prose

Selected Prose of Dragon Boat Festival 1 If there is a memory that is always fresh, what gesture should be used to pay homage to those yellowed years?

The Dragon Boat Festival, like a yellowed book, has turned to the edge and is damaged, but the contents of the book are still the stories of Zongzi, Dragon Boat, wormwood, Acorus calamus and Qu Yuan, no matter how hard it is washed.

Only there is no dragon boat in my hometown, and I have never experienced the grand occasion of dragon boat racing.

The story of Qu Yuan is not new. Zongzi on the fifth day of May was made for him, and the dragon boat was born for him. It's just that my pen and ink are so shallow, how can there be anything new in my pen? I had to put aside my distractions and mourn silently in my heart, which was a memory of his old man's house.

My Dragon Boat Festival is my mother's reed leaf zongzi. I used to eat yellow glutinous rice, and then there was glutinous rice, but the reed leaves have not changed. Reed leaves are long yellow in color and have a pure fragrance. Mother wrapped the zongzi into a permanent triangular pyramid shape, which has never changed. The rope used to tie zongzi is not an ordinary rope, but a slender and elastic Malanhua leaf.

In autumn, cut off the leaves of Malanhua, dry them well, and don't be stuffy, then tie them into small bundles and hang them on the wall to prevent moisture and rats. Until the Dragon Boat Festival Zongzi, cooked with reed leaves, the faint fragrance rose with the curling steam and strung around the house at will, and the dull days had the flavor of Dragon Boat Festival.

The biggest advantage of using Malanhua leaves as a rope to tie zongzi is that it is not easy to buckle, and it is tied tightly, so that glutinous rice will not be lost when cooking. It tastes good, too. Every time I start to untie the leaves of Malan tied to Zongzi, it is like seeing the blue-purple Malan on Zongzi nod and smile at me, and maybe there is a drop of orchid honey left by bees. Otherwise, how could Zongzi be so fragrant and sweet?

I never get tired of my mother's zongzi. I don't eat zongzi wrapped by my mother on the Dragon Boat Festival, and I feel that my Dragon Boat Festival has never started, which will have shortcomings.

Every year, on the second day of May, my mother would ask my brother to call me and tell me that jiaozi had wrapped it and asked me to go home and get it. If you really can't spare the time, either your mother will send it or your brother will send it. I also want to bring a small bundle of mugwort leaves, a dozen gourds wrapped in Ayabeni paper, and some calamus.

? Qingming inserted willow, Dragon Boat Festival inserted ai? Because I live in a building, I can't put wormwood on the lintels and windows, so I should put wormwood on the handles of all doors. For a moment, the whole room smelled of mugwort. I tied some red gourds on their heads. When I opened and closed the door, the fragrance of mugwort leaves and those red gourds swayed a wisp of fragrance and amorous feelings, which made the already light Dragon Boat Festival strong again.

Most of the calamus I put by the window are aimed at driving away mosquitoes. Although there are few mosquitoes in the building, my mother has always adhered to this habit, and I will follow my mother's wishes and not waste all her efforts.

In my mind, the meaning of Artemisia argyi is higher than that of Acorus calamus. I just feel a little stubborn and extreme. Until a few days ago, I read Xue Xiaochan's essay "Acorus calamus" and got a new understanding of Acorus calamus.

Xue Xiaochan quoted Xi Murong's poem Flowers.

? calamus

How I wish I could see you.

But you can't.

On such a desolate and silent sandbar

It's getting dark and the wind is getting cold.

When all our thoughts and actions are getting dull.

What kind of dusk will it be?

At the moment, cattail flowers are still blooming at will.

There are clusters everywhere.

To the world around you

Show her passion

Her little heart

From pure white to blue-purple

As if telling a story I've been longing for all my life?

I feel the little heart of Acorus calamus, from pure white to blue-purple, pure and beautiful, which is desirable.

? In ancient times, it was used to ward off evil spirits. Hanging a bunch of calamus at the door smells worse than evil. Dealing with evil is more evil!

Acorus calamus, what is it? Why do you think of evil thoughts? Why are you confused when you see it?

This sentence was said by Xue Xiaochan. Yes, what kind of plant is Acorus calamus? Is it so beautiful in Xue Xiaochan's pen? I collected calamus online and saw its beautiful and enchanting flowers. But in my memory, I have never seen calamus, only its fruit? Pubang? Something as soft as ham sausage. I went to ask my mother, and she said, calamus is not open here.

It is gratifying that the calamus in my hometown has not blossomed. I went to check the non-flowering calamus and said that there are also non-flowering calamus, but the specific varieties are unknown. Maybe the calamus in my hometown is the kind that doesn't bloom. However, whether it blooms or not, my elders have used mugwort and calamus to drive away evil spirits and mosquitoes for generations. Perhaps this kind of non-flowering calamus can ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters better than flowering calamus.

A few days ago, I went to the supermarket to sell all kinds of sachets. Even on both sides of the road, they also sold sachets and colorful ropes. The sachets made now are not handmade, and they are inlaid with shiny or silver fake diamonds, which are tacky in beauty. There are colorful ropes, not pure colorful lines. They wear all kinds of exquisite decorations, including copper coins, peach cores and beads of various shapes and colors. At such a moment, they can be said to be beautiful, but I just feel that I can't love them. I picked up a sachet and put it under my nose to smell it. No fragrance. Pick up another one, it smells, but it is by no means the pure fragrance of wormwood in the country.

Sachet, also called sachet in some places, is called purse in my hometown. My children and I grew up with my mother's wallet. As long as I can remember, I have been looking forward to eating zongzi and taking my mother's purse with me during the Dragon Boat Festival.

The spices in my mother's purse are mugwort seeds collected in the first year, which are cleaned and carefully wrapped and preserved. By the end of the second month of the fourth lunar month, my mother will be busy sewing for each of our sisters for several nights. The wallet is bright red, stitched with colorful ropes, and looks like a petite and delicate sachet. It is swaying around the neck, and its fragrance is rippling and intoxicating.

There is also a small broom made of colorful yellow ropes on the top of the purse, which is only 1.5 cm in size and is exquisite and unforgettable. I remember I asked my mother about the purpose of the broom, and she said it was used to sweep the disease. In fact, children wear sachets during the Dragon Boat Festival, which is said to ward off evil spirits. At that time, every family had many children, which was not expensive, but mothers also wanted their children to be healthy.

Mom's purse is very delicate, which is beyond the ability of ordinary mothers. On the first day of May, we will happily wear it with colorful ropes tied to our wrists and ankles. Put it on and run out, because my mother's wallet is very good, so she shows off the beauty of the wallet compared with the children. Mother often compares what her friends do, and then she is extremely proud. She is proud of her beautiful walk.

Just a good purse, you should throw it away after lunch on the Dragon Boat Festival. The place where you throw it is also exquisite. You must throw it in the middle of a flat road. At that time, the mountain village roads were rugged, and the Dragon Boat Festival was in the rainy season. It really took a lot of effort to find a flat road to throw. I remember an ideal place to throw my wallet. After lunch at noon, my mother urged us to throw a wallet with colorful ropes on our wrists and ankles. However, when we often throw them, many people have arrived first, and wallets and colorful ropes are everywhere. I think if these wallets and colorful ropes stand up, the designation is huge.

I always remember how reluctant I was when I threw it. I asked my mother sentence by sentence: Why did you throw away such a beautiful wallet? Mom will tell us that all your diseases and disasters will go with your wallet this year.

Then why throw it in the middle of a flat road? Mother will tell us that these purses were taken away by fairies in the sky, and those fairies were sent down by the Queen Mother because there were too many sachets. If you don't put it in an obvious place, it will be unlucky for the fairies not to take it away.

Although I was reluctant, I finally threw it away, hoping that my wallet would be taken away by the fairies first.

There is another kind of wallet that doesn't need to be thrown away. It's a sachet wrapped in colored rope. Some are wrapped in peach hearts, and some are made into hairpins in the zodiac. But it's not for children, it's for older aunts. It's inserted in a bun and becomes an ornament, decorated with light years.

Dragon Boat Festival, although my mother will enjoy happiness with her family, my mother's Dragon Boat Festival will always be black, because this day is the day when my grandmother died. As long as I can remember, whenever I picked up chopsticks for the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother always said,? Your grandmother has never eaten such food in her life? On the fifth day of May in sixty years, grandma will live in her mother's tears once.

Everything about grandma is told by my mother. I have never met my grandmother, nor have my mother's six children. When my grandmother died, my mother was only seventeen and not married.

That is a long and vivid story forever. As my mother told me, the story that happened in the 1920s spread out before my eyes, just like reading a yellowed book, reading the smell of coming to my mother's hometown page by page.

Grandma's birth was completely different from her later life. Grandma's family is not rich, but it is well-off. Grandma has three brothers. She is the only girl. Grandma, grandpa and three brothers all love her very much. Grandma's little feet are real three-inch golden lotus. She looks beautiful and dignified, and her waist-long hair is braided into a twisted big braid. When she walked, Anana's braid shook with the broken footsteps, which was very amorous.

Grandma/kloc-stayed at the age of 0/9 and didn't say a suitable family, not because grandma couldn't get married, but because grandma was very picky, and if nothing else, she just wanted to find an honest family for her daughter. At that time, the newly married daughter-in-law generally disliked her mother-in-law, and nine times out of ten she was angry with her mother-in-law. Pick and choose, and finally grandma chose grandpa. Grandparents are fourteen years old and their families are not very good. What makes grandparents optimistic is that there are only two people in grandpa's family, father and son. I don't know grandma's father is more mother-in-law than her mother-in-law That kind of strength made grandma angry for many years.

On the evening of the fourth day of May that year, grandma fell ill. She was fifty-one years old that year. From the beginning, I said that I had a stomachache because my family was poor and I couldn't afford a doctor. At that time, my mother and three sisters were married, my grandmother never gave birth to a son, my grandfather died early, and my grandmother and her daughter lived alone. You can imagine the difficulty.

Grandma's pain is getting worse and worse, and she sweats a lot. My mother wiped her all night. On the morning of the fifth day, my mother saw that she was in poor health and sent a letter to my third aunt. At that time, the traffic was poor, and my aunt's family were ordinary people. When they came back, my grandmother had already left. From grandma's illness to her death, the whole process was guarded by her mother alone. What a thrilling thing it is, and it is also called helplessness and despair that should not be called every day! Mother said that for many years, she dared not think about the scene at that time.

? If I had called my sisters earlier, maybe your grandmother would have been saved, even if she couldn't, she wouldn't have gone so pitifully! ? This knot has been tied by my mother for sixty years and has never been untied.

In this way, during the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother said faintly, I listened quietly. Sometimes I shed tears, for my grandmother who had bad karma, and for my mother who lost her parents when she was young. The Dragon Boat Festival in the city, with a little coolness in the fragrance of wine and meat, passed by in a hurry. Those faint complexes that can't be solved for a long time are stuck in the mother's zongzi, fragrant in Artemisia argyi, and torn in the yellowing years. How to break it?

Selected Prose of Dragon Boat Festival 2 Time flies so fast that a casual turn has left a beautiful youth. Suddenly, I looked up and saw the calendar next to the table, only to know that it was the Dragon Boat Festival again. The fragrance of zongzi lingers in my heart, my thoughts are fragrant, and the distant picture slowly emerges, scene after scene.

Dragon Boat Festival is also a very important and special festival among many festivals in a year. What is special about it is that on this day, we eat all kinds of zongzi, not others. On this day, every family will make all kinds of zongzi in different ways for children to enjoy.

The custom of Dragon Boat Festival originated from Chu poet Qu Yuan. He is full of lofty aspirations, but he is unable to serve his country. In his depression, he left Li Sao for later generations, so he took a boat, stepped on the rolling waves of Xiling Gorge and threw himself into Guluo River with regret. When the local people heard the news, they rowed for help, but Qu Yuan's body was not seen all the way to Dongting Lake. The people were afraid that the fish and shrimp in the river would eat his body, so they took out rice balls from home and threw them into the river. Later, they evolved into eating zongzi and racing dragon boats on May 5th to commemorate Qu Yuan.

I was born in Xinjiang and grew up in the Corps. There is no river here, so there is no dragon boat. Only on this day every year, a large pot of steaming zongzi is cooked at home. From morning till night, it is estimated that there are 20 people eating.

When I was a child, I always looked forward to the festival, and the Dragon Boat Festival was no exception. I have been looking forward to it for a week before the festival, urging my parents to prepare the raw materials for making zongzi. Usually, my father goes to the fish pond and pulls reed leaves by the canal. My mother is responsible for buying raw materials such as glutinous rice, red dates, candied dates, pork, red beans, raisins and peanuts, and my sisters and I are responsible for eating them.

My hometown is a high-water group farm, and the canals and springs around the company are all water. In spring, canals and springs will be covered with reeds and green as a green barrier. Every Dragon Boat Festival, the peak season of reed growth, leaves are fat and big, just like preparing for the Dragon Boat Festival. At this time, the company's adults and children will gather together to find the most lush reeds to pick leaves. Generally, they will pick a urea bag, scald it with boiling water and dry it, and put it away at any time for later use.

I am a person who is very keen on doing these things. At noon, I rode my bike to the reedy canal, plunged into the impenetrable reeds, quickly tore off the largest leaves, one by one, until the piled left hand could not carry them, and then plunged into the bag. Sweat stayed behind and wet the short hair on the forehead, which hurt when rubbed. This excitement and enthusiasm is beyond words.

At home, my father always works. He doesn't move fast. He always crosses reed leaves into triangles slowly, puts some rice, some raisins, a candied date and some red beans, and then carefully rolls them into a pyramid shape. Anyway, the four corners were flattened by his hands before he tied them with ropes and threw them into the basin. I tried to imitate him many times, and every time he was as flat as a sandbag, and he was ugly. Helpless, my hands have never worked miracles under my father's instruction.

After growing up and getting married, I can only grab some zongzi from my parents every Dragon Boat Festival, thinking about when I can learn to make my own bags. Finally, I have such an opportunity to make zongzi at my colleague's house. I ran over and studied hard all morning. The package she handed in was simple and quick, and it didn't need to be tied with string or straw. Just wrap the third reed leaf around the four corners, and finally use a big needle to pass through the reed tip and the zongzi. When I succeeded in my study, I went to my parents' house excitedly and made zongzi that I wanted to make this year for a long time. It's really backache, but it's quite fulfilling to watch my wrapped zongzi steaming in the cauldron.

Since then, the days of jiaozi and jiaozi are gone forever, because I left my hometown and came to Urumqi. There are no reeds here, so everyone buys them to eat. I can only do this. Without the process of plucking leaves and wrapping jiaozi, eating jiaozi will inevitably lead to something missing, but the smell of jiaozi will still make me eat with relish and recall those happy days, which is still very sweet and warm.

I don't know if this is the best Dragon Boat Festival in my memory.

When I was a child, during the Dragon Boat Festival, I sometimes greedily ate zongzi, sweet wine and eggs with yellow hands and mud legs, smelling the rich aroma of wormwood leaves. This feels like an unusual solar term. If you are lucky, you can meet water in a small river ditch that is about to be drained, and friends can fish naked in the river ditch. Needless to say, it is another kind of enjoyment. It was a primitive, idyllic, simple and simple Dragon Boat Festival.

At that time, a large family, a big Zhuangzi, lived a poor life. Although they are poor, they don't feel that they lack anything, and it is easy to be satisfied with a little. Decades have passed, and the brand of rural times is still unforgettable and unforgettable.

Later, I left the countryside, got married, and spent the Dragon Boat Festival among the elderly on both sides. Old people have worked hard to prepare a day or two in advance, and the arrival of their children can give them some spiritual comfort. They feel that such a solar term is a reunion and a respect for the elderly.

Times have changed, and the changes in recent years have lost the feeling of previous holidays.

The memory of Dragon Boat Festival reminds me of my mother, my father-in-law and my beloved wife again. The Iraqi people have passed away, and the yellow crane is misty. In the face of lost relatives, I silently wish you all the best.