Another year of leaf incense
Every year at the Dragon Boat Festival, I smelled the incense of mugwort leaves, and I didn't feel that the Dragon Boat Festival was approaching again. In this festival with the fragrant leaves and the tempting taste of rice dumplings, in this festival with too many emotions and meanings, pray that time is quiet and worth it in the world!
The sun was drunk. Deep in the mountains, beside the ravines, a cluster of bushes and clusters of leaf trees shimmer with emerald-like light and shadow, and the dense green leaves emit a delicate fragrance with the temperature of the sun. The stronger the sun, the more cheerful the fragrance spreads, and the village seems to float in the aroma. "Eat rice dumplings, sprinkle white sugar..." As if in response to the festival, the nursery rhymes of the Dragon Boat Festival echoed on the smiling faces of the dolls. The scent of the years is brewing in the green leaf forest in front of you, accompanied by the laughter of the village women, and the abundance is abundant in the May day.
A small stool, a small bowl of red dates, a pot of drained glutinous rice, a pair of scissors, a basket of washed leaves. A bunch of palm branches hanging from the beams swayed in front of Grandma's eyes. Grandma sat on a stool, flexibly picked up two leaves, gently unfolded, smoothed, head and tail staggered together, both hands gently bent, bent into a small funnel shape, a handful of rice filled in the pointed corner, pinched one or two red dates to point in the rice, and then took a little rice cover on it, filling the compaction. Grandma will not let the red dates show the rice noodles, so that the juice of the red dates will not flow out, all seep into the rice, cooked and look cute, eating sweet. Grandma's rough hands tightly held the stuffed leaves, and the fingertips hooked up a thin palm branch, tightly wrapped around, wrapped twice, and tightened the knot at one end to prune the extra leaf vein branches. A small, delicate four-cornered rice dumpling hangs from a palm branch. After half a day's effort, Grandma's men "grew" a pile of fresh rice dumplings and hung palm branches in a heavy manner.
Looking at a large hanging bright green rice dumplings, I was full of eyes and liked it, and I couldn't help but be eager to try it. However, the rice dumplings that come out of the package are either untrue, untidy, leaky rice, or wrapped into triangles, flattened, and ugly. This rice dumpling is indeed a real skill, and not all people will be as tightly wrapped as Grandma, with uniform size and medium-sized food. Among the many rice dumplings, there is also Grandma specially wrapped "croissant dumplings" for children, long pointed, like two "horns" put together, the emerald coat is tied tightly with fine linen thread, and the swollen one turn after another is like a baby's chubby arms. The two ends are tied with colored threads, hung on the chest, and swayed around, fun and playful. What's more, there is a sour plum that I love to eat, and the glutinous sweet and sour is unique.
The days passed through the rice dumplings, Grandma's hands were no longer strong, and the wrapped rice dumplings were no longer so strong. Every year, when the leaves are fragrant, Grandma occasionally walks around to see and instructs Aunt and the neighbors and aunts to wrap rice dumplings, and more often than not, she sprinkles wormwood water in front of the house and behind the house. A clean local shirt, sky blue, standing collar, slanted placket nailed to a row of knotted cloth buttons, slowly moving. When sprinkling wormwood water, the silver bracelet of the loach belly on Grandma's wrist is still so shiny and shiny, but I no longer have "croissant dumplings", although Auntie is also fine and symmetrical in making food, soft and hard, and praised by everyone.
The countryside in May is lively, the countryside in May is green and green, the rice dumplings are fluttering, there is busyness and leisure, there is talk and laughter, there is life and death, and it will continue forever. Warm and beautiful rice dumplings, the tenacity of bamboo, the verdant of leaves, the warmth of rice, with the jubilant upward water vapor, drifting farther and farther, a turn back, through the years forever, the afterglow is endless. Every day on the earth, every day is staged. Between prosperity and withering, many grasses and trees are green and yellow, yellow and fallen, falling and sinking, many people who walk on the grass and trees are buried here, and that year Grandpa also lonely accompanied the leaf forest, only the leaves that spread throughout the mountains are still green and flowing, and the fragrance is not extinguished.
After years of hurrying, the hometown leaves are green. The sun has come through the wind and rain, and the bamboo is in a forest, not tall and handsome, but the rods are densely leafed, layered, and vigorous. It is recorded in the book that the leaves have the effects of clearing heat and stopping bleeding, detoxifying and reducing swelling, treating vomiting blood, lower blood, unfavorable urination, and carbuncle swelling. Recent studies have proved that polysaccharides also have anti-cancer effects. Born to be nurtured, all sentient beings are available, and the leaves are not only used to wrap rice dumplings. "Jade grain measure rice water sub-tao, wrapped will be the leaf Xuan Si Tao." The cooking swells the horns and peels off to form a delicate paste. The local customs are qingming for the ancestors, and the poets are hanging away from the dragon boat. Every year, spring and summer, BingsheNan pays tribute to his mother.' labor. "Eating rice dumplings, I remember the leaves of the rice dumplings - the texture is thin, soft and tough, the old and the new alternate, the four seasons are evergreen, and the natural fragrance is natural.
On the fifth day of May, it is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the familiar nursery rhymes floating in the ears again, "Zongzi incense, incense kitchen." Mugwort is fragrant, fragrant. Peach branches were planted on the gate, and when I went out, I looked at the wheat yellow. Duanyang here, Duanyang there. "Oh, and I remember Grandma's rice dumplings----------------------------------------------------------
