Dragon Boat Festival Capriccio

Lunar May 5 is the Dragon Boat Festival, a traditional folk festival in China. It is one of the ancient traditional festivals of the Chinese nation. Dragon Boat Festival is also called Duanwu, Duanyang. In addition, such as: noon festival, Heavy Five Festival, May Festival, Bath Orchid Festival, Girl’s Day, Tianzhong festival, di la Festival, Poem Festival, Dragon day and so on. Although the names are different, generally speaking, the customs of festivals of people from all over the country are more than different. The Dragon Boat Festival is a traditional habit of Chinese people for more than two thousand years. Due to the vast territory, numerous nationalities and many stories and legends, not only many different festival names have emerged, and there are different customs in different places. Some activities, such as dragon boat racing, have gained new development, breaking through the boundaries of time and region and becoming international sports events. According to the records of more than 100 ancient books listed by scholar Wen Yiduo in “Dragon Boat Festival examination” and “history education of Dragon Boat Festival” and the archaeological research by experts, the origin of dragon boat festival, it was a totem festival held by Wu and Yue nationalities in southern China, earlier than Qu Yuan. But for thousands of years, Qu Yuan’s patriotism and touching poems have been widely rooted in people’s hearts. Therefore, people cherish and grieve, and talk about their words in the world. Therefore, the theory of commemorating Qu Yuan has the widest and deepest influence, occupying the mainstream position. In the field of folk culture, Chinese people associate the dragon boat race and eating zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival with commemorating Qu Yuan. In order to carry forward Chinese traditional culture, since the Dragon Boat Festival in 2008, the country has explicitly stipulated it as a legal holiday. This year’s Dragon Boat Festival is approaching quietly in people’s expectation. Thinking that this festival of this year will be spent in other places again, I will inevitably have some feelings in my heart. Speaking of Dragon Boat Festival, there is a habit in my hometown and countryside that the most solemn day of the real festival is not on lunar May 5 every year, but on lunar May 15. However, in this traditional festival, every household has the habit of making zongzi, and this habit starts from lunar May 5 to May 15. During this period, we can say that we can eat zongzi every day. Besides, another thing that attracts attention is the dragon boat race. Speaking of the custom of making zongzi and dragon boat race, now I can only be intoxicated in my memory. Because it has been eight years since I left my hometown and came to a prosperous city. From the year when I left my hometown to today, the Dragon Boat Festival every year is spent in the city. The original habit of spending the Dragon Boat Festival at home is far away from me. In this special time, I have to try hard to find the feeling of the long time. During that period of time every year, the most unforgettable thing is the fragrance of zongzi floating in my memory. According to the records, zongzi first appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period. At that time, there were mainly two kinds of zongzi, which were wrapped with wild leaves (Zizania latiflorum leaves) and made into cattle horn, called Horn millet; Sealed and cooked with bamboo cylinder, said tube dumplings. In Jin dynasty, eating zongzi on Dragon Boat Festival became a national custom. Cooking millet on Dragon Boat Festival in midsummer was clearly recorded in the book “Notes on customs and soil” written by Zhou dynasty of Western Jin Dynasty. At that time, in addition to Rice, the raw material for making zongzi was also added with Chinese herbal medicine Yizhi Ren, which was called Yizhi zongzi. In Tang Dynasty, zongzi had become a necessary food for Dragon Boat Festival. The poems of Yao Hezhu in Tang Dynasty, which were singing fishing songs, wind and fragrant rice dumplings, reflected the popularity of eating rice dumplings at that time. In the Song Dynasty, the rice dumplings wrapped with wormwood leaf soaked in Rice appeared. The wrapping material of zongzi in Yuan Dynasty has changed from wild leaves to indolium leaves, breaking through the seasonal limitation of wild leaves. Zongzi wrapped with reed leaves appeared in Ming Dynasty, and bean paste, pork, pine seed kernel, jujube and walnut appeared as additional materials, with more colorful varieties. Today’s popular Ham zongzi appeared in Qianlong period of Qing Dynasty. Nowadays, there are many kinds of zongzi, which are bright and colorful. In my hometown, Reed leaves are usually used to make zongzi, and there is also a kind of zongzi leaves specially used to make zongzi, which looks like bamboo leaves, but actually not bamboo leaves. The zongzi leaves should be cleaned before wrapping, and the leaf peels should be cut off. However, it should be boiled for 15-20 minutes so that the wrapping will not break. The zongzi wrapped with them, cooked and cooled, then opened with a refreshing peculiar fragrance. It seems simple to pack zongzi, but in fact, you still need to pay attention to skills. In my memory, I like the zongzi wrapped by my grandmother best. Not only the speed is fast, but also the four diamond horns are clear and there is no gap at the corner tip. The main material is white glutinous rice. The leaves of the zongzi cooked in this way will not break, and the zongzi body will be harder when pressing with fingers. After peeling off the leaves layer by layer in this way, the ripe glutinous rice inside is strong and fragrant, which is full of elasticity after eating a bite. Because it is tightly packed and can be stored in clear water, the water outside the zongzi will not enter, so it will not deteriorate for many days, and the fragrance is the same as before. Just change the water once a day. If the package is not firm and there are too much or too little sticky rice inside, the cooked zongzi will either break the leaves or be soft, and the water will easily get through the cracks at the crack or the water chestnut, the fragrance of this kind of zongzi is not strong enough, and the preservation time is not long enough. The taste is very different. The seasoning for eating zongzi is also the only one, which is dipping in sweet sugar. In the city, for several years, although the zongzi I have eaten are mixed with various additives in glutinous rice, I can’t feel the unique fragrance of my hometown. In my feeling, there should be a strong nostalgia in the fragrance of zongzi in my hometown. At this moment, it seemed that my white-haired mother and my 80-year-old grandmother were wrapping zongzi in front of me. The habit of making zongzi is held every year in my hometown, but the habit of dragon boat race has been forgotten for many years. Nowadays, it is not easy for villagers to see the lively scene of dragon boat races in the past. Unless you spend money on taking a passenger bus to the downtown area dozens of kilometers away in advance to watch the annual dragon boat race. Many years ago, in the small river running through the hometown village, we could watch the dragon boat grand occasion organized spontaneously by nearby villages every year. This is a simple thing. I remember that on the Dragon Boat Festival last year, I wrote a memoirs of the distant country dragon boat race, which described the scene at that time like this: with several loud and rhythmic drums coming, the dragon boats of each group were drawn to the competition site from different directions. People from all villages put on new clothes, especially young men and women, showing their beautiful elegant demeanour. On the way of the dragon boat moving forward slowly, people swarmed along both sides. Along the way, all relatives and friends had already prepared the gifts (gifts such as famous cigarettes, good wine, fish and meat) and firecrackers in different places where the dragon boat was going. Wherever they went, the sound of gongs and drums, the sound of firecrackers, the flying of colorful flags and the continuous sound of laughter made them extremely lively. At about 10 o’clock in the morning, on the broad river, the competition began. As long as there were two dragon boats together, they would think of a competition and would turn the dragon boats in the same direction, slowly draw them side by side. When the tap is aligned with each other on the water surface, the respective boats will sound at the same time! Stomp! Stomp! Strong drum. At this time, you will see that with the drum, the paddlers on the ship pushed the water back to the ship in harmony and powerfully with the gestures of qindi oars and oars. After a while, the drum became Dong! Bang! This repeated knock. At this time, the rowers seemed to feel a surge of power spreading all over their bodies, and at the same time, they were paddling at a faster pace, I saw the whistle at the helm and the young man who held the helm shaking the long helm rapidly, holding the direction of the dragon boat heading forward. In this way, they struggled until one of the dragon boats was left far behind. Sometimes there are three or four dragon boats competing at the same time, of course, the winner is the most eye-catching. It became the focus of people’s discussion after the competition. In my life experience, I became a dragon boat racing player personally. It was when I was in my prime, and that year was just 25 years old. In that competition, when we all heard the sound of firm, passionate and powerful drums, we would be spirited and march forward bravely. The drummer at that time was my father. Now, the inspiring scene and the spirit of perseverance and struggle in that competition are always in my memory. Although my father had been away from me for five years, and his death was one day during the period from lunar May 5 to 15. My father’s image as a drummer in the dragon boat race made me unforgettable. In this special festival, the drumming in my memory sounded the drumming of my life, urging me to move forward! The grand occasion of zongzi incense and dragon boat race in hometown, as well as the lost relatives in hometown, can only meet in dreams during this year’s Dragon Boat Festival. The only way for me to spend this festival was to write down this random article and to turn over a small pocket book named Chu Ci which I just bought. I especially like one of the long lyric poems Lisao, which is the representative work of Qu Yuan, a great patriotic poet. After the book of songs, it is another new collection of poems and songs in the poetry circle of our country. It is the most magnificent lyric long poem in ancient China, and it has been honored as a masterpiece to compete with the sun and the moon for over two thousand years. In this poem, Qu Yuan described his life experience, life, pursuit of beauty and his unfortunate experience; Expressed the lofty patriotism spirit of the great poet, and the firm character of dying for his ideal, however, the road is long and the road is long. I will go up and down to search for it, and it will become a masterpiece spreading through the ages. I think, on the day of Dragon Boat Festival, many people will recall this great patriotic poet, who will gain new power from his long road and long journey, and I will search up and down, feel the new road of life and gradually move towards glory. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Those years of rainy season

Those years of rainy season

Looking back, the childhood had already passed away, leaving only deep or shallow memories, gently pushing open the window of memory, and the past emerged. When I was still a child, carrying a schoolbag and holding a cow, when I grew up gradually, putting down the schoolbag and going to the society, the cow used to have no idea where I was. We have common memories of those rainy seasons. — Inscription rainy rainy season, the weather is changeable, sometimes the rain is full of the sky, sometimes the sun is shining, then there will be heavy rain outside the window, the rain is like countless whips, pumping heavily on the glass window, snapping, looking at the unscrupulous rain, listening to the familiar sound of raindrops, my thoughts drifted away. When we were young, we went to herd cattle after school. How many rainy days with thunder and electricity, we swung in the wind and rain with umbrellas, and how many rainy days with heavy wind and rain, we wet our clothes all over our body, we simply put up our umbrellas and ran on the grass in the rain. In many rainy days, our friends put umbrellas together to prevent the invasion of wind and rain. Whenever the river rises after wind and rain, we hold hands tightly and help each other to cross the river. I remember that once, after a heavy rain, the river rose and the water was urgent. We still crossed the river hand in hand, shaking left and right, stumbling, the river finally separated us. Everyone grabbed the rope of their own cattle tightly and struggled in the rapids. Later, an adult carried us to the shore with naked feet, the shoes were washed away. Since then, every time it rains heavily and the river rises, our family members won’t let us walk that river. Once upon a time, every time after the wind and rain, our friends shouted to the sky washed by rain, watching the rainbow rising after the rain and cheering. When the wind and rain stopped and the river was calm again, we went to lift the banana tree that was blown down on the bank by the wind and rain into the river, sat up and fluttered with the water, or stood under the dam with open arms, welcome the water rushing down from a high place, sometimes put a eight-character foot, blocking the water flow, carrying waves of water, sometimes kicking the water surface with both feet, splashing a wave of water, the clothes I often play are all wet, and I am also happy. Now we have grown up, and those cows who accompany us to grow up don’t know where we are. The grass where we play and run has also built factories and clear rivers in the past, there are piles of polluted garbage, which are stinking all over the sky. Now I only leave the little memories in my heart. Every time I recall the past of rainy season, the play after rain, the sky washed by rain, the green grass, the fields full of rice, the flocks of cattle, the crystal rivers and the innocent laughter like silver bells were just like yesterday. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

On the Moon

After all, I have seen too many moons for decades. As for the moons, there are some words that can be said. It seems that there is no need to bring so many fireworks and dust colors, so that the words can be cleaned to set the tone and brushed off the ragged streets, from bending to semicircle and then to a full moon, it turned out to be a huge scene with a lot of processes. Wandering in many gentle ways, the bright luster accompanied quietly, and the long shadow was the moon’s mind. In many days with the moon, if you think about it carefully, maybe only the moon knows the loneliness best. The moon is on the Willow Tip, the moon is on the middle sky, the moon is hidden in the moon, and how many sleepless nights there were. It may be a luxury to look at the moon with heart. At least for the soul, our vulgar busyness seems to be too perfect. Sometimes we raise our faces, and that face will be tired for a day, either it is the end of the song, under the moon, the elegant mood seems to have been forgotten many years ago. In fact, the night is the longest. As long as you start to pay attention to the moon, you will know many details of the day. Although the moon in spring, summer, autumn and winter are different, that light is hard to change, just like a pair of sober eyes, I opened them in other people’s sleep, feeling the beauty of dreams and sighing the loneliness with the moon. I remembered that there were a lot of such ink in Gu Long’s book. One person told another that the plum blossom of this year was opened earlier. Another person looked at the distance quietly and agreed gently. Yes, there was another one last night, a total of 17. The author’s intention is obvious. A lonely person who counts plum blossoms certainly has some helplessness, but there are some lofty or melancholy of death faintly. Is it too boring to watch the moon count plum blossom? There must be many kinds of answers. I prefer to keep an elegant nobility in the earthly world because of my temperament, appreciating the moon and appreciating plum. A basin of clear water, a full moon in the water. This scene once appeared on a certain night. In order to like it, we moved the moon into the house. Sometimes it is difficult to understand what we do in others’ eyes. We often sit on the wooden floor on a whim, facing a basin and a moon, there will also be a pair of curved smiles in those eyes. When we are not young, when we recall things in our youth, our most direct actions are still sighing, calm appearance, fluctuating psychology, time is no longer there, only the moon is still there, from your reading it, when it comes to reading you, there are many silent memories in the heaven and earth, deep fragments and unconscious exchanges, all of which are the traces of time…. As for the moon, we don’t think about those daily necessities, oil and salt, and try our best to make some scenery. There are many troubles and noises in life. In the back of the moonlight, we can try to make ourselves calm and happy. Once before the flowers and under the moon, or before the bed, the bright moonlight, toast to invite the bright moon, the shadow into three people, and then to the moon there are cloudy and sunny, pity is also common, this matter is difficult to complete. At night with the moon, draw yourself quietly as another moon or the shadow of the moon. There is a pair of hands of Moonlight touching your mood, and a graceful feeling will come slowly, just as you are gradually calm and lonely. There is a lot of wealth in the world. If we are not rich, we still have the moon. I think this is a kind of romance. When the sun sets and the moon rises, everything is so harmonious and natural. In this background, the essence of life appears quietly, with numerous lights and charming scenes, everyone breathes and imagines freely in his own way. This era is good. The Moon is filled with the brilliance of peace. At least in the country where we live, flowers bloom and birds sing, you can choose peace and purity. Some emotions are related to the moon, which is the feeling of touching scenes and emotions. The ordinary moon may bend some old past events. The Moonlight is swaying like poetry and wine. At a very late night, we can watch the moon recklessly and describe the past and future. As for the moon, sometimes I am full of curiosity about it. In my eyes, it does not have a clear view of the sun, and always gives off some mysterious colors. It can be viewed without words, but it has a long lasting charm. Not every day there is a moon, once it comes to the night, it will be printed on your heart. 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Innocuous loved

Time from fingertips overflow like spread out in palm of the water 1.1 drops of passage, memory ink painting-like young, life in beautiful incomplete breakpoint …… day in I passing corner window, I saw his favorite Cup, which looked at the prosperity and loneliness of the city calmly and calmly with the most cynical attitude. It is like a myth standing into a world without regret, like a clean present without origin. After watching it for three minutes, I finally felt what kind of state I was living in. At the moment I turned around, I was surprised to find that I could make such a decision before, I even forgot my former tenderness. So I saw my shadow creeping slowly under the light, and then disappeared in such a bustling street when it was lengthened by dim yellow. At eleven o’clock in the night, there will be a slight wind in this city, and occasionally it will be very cold and chilly. Every time I look at the combination of the two people in the crowd around me which is so vivid, I suddenly feel that I am alone now, and some things seem to be a very cold joke, when I told myself to believe for thousands of times, in fact, I was so stubborn in my heart, which set off others when I existed in two states, similarly, when others set off themselves, it seems that they can truly believe. I don’t know that I have been walking alone in those dependent crowd for a long time. It seems that when I am not excited at all, I think I am numb at this time. It is impossible to perceive the hot temperature of tears even if my tears fall into my hands. But I would never think it was tears. I thought it was just an interpretation, an interpretation of heartache. I don’t know how many times I have traveled. Now I always feel so strange. A distance so small seems to feel like a long century, after a period of walking together, I finally had to walk alone. At the moment when the key opened the door, I heard my heartbeat and held my breath. I didn’t know how to face the silence in such an empty darkness, maybe I have already got used to the bright lights in the past. Whenever there will always be a time when someone can open a light for myself ………. at that moment, I seem to want everything to come back, let time fall back. Maybe this is not the dream you want, but please don’t lead to dreams. There is no fixed pattern and no same interpretation of happiness. Happiness is like the wind, which stops at every one of us, even though no one has happiness forever, but at least once we were always close to happiness, Get close regardless of everything. When I couldn’t help thinking of this sentence, I found that the weight brought by Xiao Hui was so heavy. Sometimes I think of all his things casually. In fact, now it seems that happiness is a kind of distant extravagance. Just like the candies I have eaten, are those strange candies necessarily sweet? Just like love does not necessarily lead to happiness. When I have told myself to fall asleep thousands of times, I become more and more sober. Those missing are tortures like being mad and possessed, so Naked tore his final consciousness, so a large number of nerves fell, and then he couldn’t find himself any more. Maybe no one can care about him, but he can’t. I know I am can’t do it. In fact, I am just sad and desperately close to you, but you are far away from me, standing beside you crazily, you find that your heart is gone …… his sunny day is always in the long sea of people, maybe only you have removed the heaviest complex, it is likely to be an open-minded turn not to give others the chance to hurt. I think when I am truly experienced, I will grow up unconsciously. When I grow up, I find that my memory has always stayed in the past and has not grown up with the passage of time, it has always been stubbornly staying in our painful place, waiting for us to take it away. I once remembered that we held hands and said naively that we would grow old together. Maybe now we are always old, not only the years have changed our appearance, but also the vicissitudes in our hearts have replaced the previous trust. Maybe promise is born to exist because of betrayal, and it has been held by betrayal since it was spoken out. Love always changes to the end of the world at the beginning, but changes to the end of the world at the end, When I feel lonely, it is not that the equal person hasn’t come yet, but that the equal person has gone out of my heart. What a pure and romantic thing it is to like someone, like snowflakes flying all over the sky. The whole world is covered with silver, so the whole winter becomes particularly emotional. Similarly, if you like a person, it turns out that there is nothing you can do. Is it fate? Is doomed? Or is it a red light that can’t dodge? I once heard a saying: The happiest thing in this world is that two people love each other, and the second happy thing is that the person you love can get happiness. I probably can’t get the greatest happiness. Then, please help me finish the second happy thing …… maybe I should wait, wait for the most beautiful meeting and coexist with him. Then I thought it over carefully. Most of the time, I don’t miss someone, but those lost time. If I haven’t persuaded myself to forget you after several years, then please come into my heart. Although it is full of you, please don’t cry. I used to think that as long as I like it seriously, I can move a person. It turned out that it was just myself that touched me. If one day I walk into your heart, I will cry, because there is no me there. If one day we pass by in a noisy city, I will stop looking at your back and tell myself that I have loved you…… Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…