The sound of cicadas make me wake up from sleep Bordeaux Wine. Open the pillow next to the phone, a missed message, is far from the home brother: the Dragon Boat Festival childhood eat Zongzi on the Dragon Boat luoguxuantian voices, now all gone... My thoughts then drifted back to the distant childhood, thousands of miles away from home.

When elementary school in the village, we sat in the classroom class, see Yeh Wong Chuk window wheat, sorghum, corn, Huang cancan, listen to the frogs sound Higurashi blowing, you know the Dragon Boat Festival is coming. Speaking of the dragon boat will naturally think of the fragrance of the rice dumplings. Zongzi (glutinous rice bubble good mother one day before the Dragon Boat Festival, the grandmother, mother will take high quality glutinous rice with blisters, to the street to buy fresh bamboo leaves, the evening will be our usual desk when homework chairs outside the courtyard bamboo leaves hanging on the chair back mask house, will soak glutinous rice in the basin on the chair surface, the grandmother sat in a small bench, the grandmother from the back of the chair and took out a piece of the green bamboo leaves handed to mother, the mother of skilled the elongated Zongye folded into a cone funnel - shaped, with a small spoon in the basin scooped a spoon of water is put in the funnel shaped bamboo leaves, and then take a straw Zong Sheng lines, edges and corners wrapped. Several of our brothers and sisters as a chicken around beside my grandma's mother, grandmother mother to us about the dragon boat festival dumplings to eat the origin, about Qu Yuan's story, we in the yard twitter bounce, think of tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, will be able to eat dumplings and delicious fragrance of the mask house, may be happy friends, as if the air is inundated with the fragrance of zongzi, Peng Peng Xiang fruity.

Early in the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, day just before dawn, behind the old willow branches on the cicada is still sleeping, house beside the pond fish is still a dream, we opened awakened from a dreamless sleep, thought is the fragrant rice dumplings, barefoot hurry ran to the kitchen, see the grandmother mother is braving the hot dumplings from the pot and picked up on the end table, zongzi scent with heat diffuse in the air, toward the tip of the nose is really attractive, that you have to saliva flow. We like a Chanzui kitten, reach out to catch, the young hand burn out a small blisters. Mother hurriedly took out the iodine to wipe out our pain we Wah straight cry, grandma will dumplings with a fan and fan cooling, the dumplings rope cut with scissors, poke bamboo leaves, the fragrance of the bamboo leaves with glutinous rice fragrance is like sweet wine makes you not drink drunk before. Grandma will rice dumplings wrapped in brown sugar is sent to our mouth, bite, sweet and fragrant, after all, children, immediately smile through tears. We think if the teeth also left a rich sweet fragrance mask house, lingering long lingering.

Back schoolbag go to school, went to a small partner to go to school, his family is around at the table to eat dumplings, his father would some dumplings and handed it to me, I happily provided zongzi ran home, mother hurriedly took several salted duck egg and a box of sesame cake called me to send in the past. Eat rice dumplings very reluctant to go to school, went to the school, the teacher said today is not in class, the day of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, the heart of the flowers.

Along the village of the irrigation River to go home, I saw the usual quiet of the river today is lively. Crowded on both sides of the river, adults and children of men, women and children are wearing festive costumes, irrigation river water today is particularly full. The river is particularly clear, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, according to our tender smile. Dyspnea River swirling singing songs of joy towards the distant, and fish couldn't help lonely jump out of the water to meet us. Villagers' spontaneous organization of agricultural boat race held in the irrigation River, a only small and exquisite vessel Phi hung Gualv, some will be boat bow dressed up as the leading, will be loaded into phoenix the stern of the boat. A only colorful boat ran in the river, like Longfei like Feng dance, you will feel flamboyant is not a myth, real in the farmer's life. In the middle of the cabin stood glowing red drum, hanging golden Causeway, player of the crew are village energetic young man, they are robust and skin after another footloose, usually rural life monotonous, the passion of the young nowhere can make today the dragon boat race as a catalyst like wake up in the hormone in their body, their youth to usually lonely village has injected vitality. They dressed in uniform motion service, with the sound of gongs and drums sounded, with waving in the hands of the radial hard drawn forward, boat like an arrow in the river shuttle, like a runaway horse running in the river, the cabin waving wooden club, some jump fun dance and sang beautiful songs. The river shore Jaleo luoguxuantian, flags fluttering, bustling. This river is the lifeblood of the villagers, village family last borns laundry cooking boil tea, farmland irrigation of crops, vegetables in the vegetable water full on it, my body has flowed the blood, it is our mother river. Several of our children like a copycat like running along with adults ass behind, only to the busy, only the childish, only for the curious.