In the afterlife, make a maverick rice dumpling
Text/Xu Rui
Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, but you can't eat me yet, because it's illegal to eat people; but it doesn't matter, decades later, during the Dragon Boat Festival, you can enjoy me to the fullest, because I decided to be a zongzi in the next life.
In terms of form, zongzi is a widely spread folk food; in essence, it is a leaf wrapped glutinous rice, and it is similar to its family tree called flower chicken and Sichuan famous snack - Ye Ercang. Obviously, my ideal of being a Zongzi will never be based on its natural properties, and the emphasis should be on the character of Zongzi.
First, Zongzi is loyal to tradition.
This can be seen from the clothing of Zongzi, since the beginning of chaos, Zongzi has always been covered by green shirts, half a strand of brown silk tied at the waist, its quality is elegant and elegant, and it is not comparable to ordinary things. In layman's terms, its form of existence is always a firm gesture of self-defense.
Of course, it is unfair to worship the nostalgic spirit of Zongzi only by dressing, but please pay attention to the contents under the rice dumpling leaves - glutinous rice, glutinous rice that has remained unchanged for thousands of years! There is a variety of lychees called "glutinous rice fins", that is, the meaning of taking the flesh of the fruit as clean and sticky as glutinous rice, but I privately think that it is also crystal clear white, due to the different clothing, but it is two styles: one fragrant, one lonely. When you peel a red-shirted lychee, it is inevitable that your heart will sprout and your behavior will be frivolous; and when you unfold a rice dumpling leaf, the clear air is full of hands, and the indifference is swinging in your chest, presumably the attitude will also be pious.
So I said, if you want to wash your soul, you might as well eat a rice dumpling first.
Second, zongzi is full of personality.
Because zongzi has not lost its edges and corners. The edges and corners have always belonged to the new new human beings, they are wild and uninhibited, they dare to doubt, they despise everything. But Zongzi is not a new human being. When the soft glutinous rice exists in the name of rice dumplings, it can brazenly support the sharp horn and pierce the hypocritical magnificence and loose gentleness. So I often find Zongzi despising his brothers of the same race: just like the Tangyuan guy, a cunning appearance of the old world, the turtle huddled in the refrigerator and still kept hard and cold, taking a hot bath and immediately paralyzing his whole body; and the rice cake, which overlapped and overlapped all day long, soft and soft, surrounded by white powder, extremely ambiguously crowded together. In short- proud rice dumplings have reason to be proud.
Third, Zongzi is full of mystery.
It would be foolish to use a belt to distinguish the quality of the rice dumplings, and marking does not explain anything. When you see a plate of verdant rice dumplings, the joy in your heart is indescribable, are they all the same stuffing? Is it all white glutinous rice dumplings? Or fresh meat? Maybe salted eggs, dates, peanuts, ham, bacon...
When you untie the nepotism round and round with full of doubt and eager expectation, peel off the three layers of new clothes layer by layer, and then gently open your teeth and make the initial test of the nephrite warm fragrance with your lips and tongue, I think you will be pleasantly surprised.
Fourth, the people behind the rice dumplings.
Qu Yuan, both released, swimming in the river pond, walking on the banks of the Yinze, the color is haggard, describing the dry mallet. The fisherman's father saw it and asked, "The son is not the Three Lu Doctors and the Son!" Why? Qu Yuan said: "The whole world is cloudy and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I am awake alone. Later, in order to feed the river fish to preserve the body of the flexor, the Chu people threw rice dumplings in the Miluo River on the fifth day of may, and in their hearts, the pure and beautiful rice dumplings were actually the salvation of the poet's heroic soul. Long breath to cover my nose, let me become a green robe ice muscle of the rice dumpling in the next life, and complete the last look up at your deep brow!
Mochizuki Literature