In the years of extreme material poverty, the Dragon Boat Festival always comes late in the expectation of childhood. Waiting for the day when I grow up, I don't know when, and the green reeds have grown up overnight. Dragon Boat Festival, like a ripple grass, falls silently on the tile house in my hometown. Just one morning, grandma woke us up while we were still sleeping. She said the zongzi was ripe. Zongzi is grandma's homework at midnight. The stove that burned all night has gradually burned out, and there are still some blisters in the cauldron. The fragrance of zongzi overflows around the cauldron, permeates the farmyard, lingers in the children's eager mouths and floats in the children's songs.
The Dragon Boat Festival is fragrant and haunts nursery rhymes. Every year, after the Dragon Boat Festival carefully prepared by grandma, we all grow taller. Year after year, during the Dragon Boat Festival, every zongzi is grandma's homework. Grandma's hard-working and shriveled hands gradually failed to support the stumbling children in the past. When my brother stood behind her, his voice grew louder and louder, and grandma slowed down and turned around, but she had a smile.
The Dragon Boat Festival is over and grandma is still busy. She always seems to be the host of this festival. Anyone can ignore and forget this day, but she can't. When we came to eat zongzi from our respective homes, we didn't feel grandma's Dragon Boat Festival at all and would stay here. I only remember grandma nagging a lot about who should talk about friends and who should get married early. Don't keep grandma waiting. Listen, everybody, nobody cares.
A few days after the Dragon Boat Festival, grandma suddenly left a lot of unfinished things in the middle of the night and left in a hurry. I stood just a step away from her bedside, but I left no message to the old man empty-handed.
The following year, during the Dragon Boat Festival, people were dignified and carefully dodging in infinite grief. It seems that they will inadvertently touch too much sadness. During the conversation, I talked about my childhood, reed pond, frogs croaking, heatable adobe sleeping platform in my hometown, kitten's head cloth shoes of the children next door ... My brother suddenly said, "I think of my grandmother when I get to the Dragon Boat Festival." Everyone paused and said nothing. Eldest brother stood on the balcony, bowed his head and lit a cigarette. His fucking shoulder twitched, and I don't know whose tears tinkled in the rice bowl and on the delicate green jiaozi.
Dragon Boat Festival, green and silent, with lush ancient rhyme and moist spring, is simple, light and profound. Lu Cong is swaying, the mist is light, and Tsing Yi is Shanshan. I can't help but think of that beautiful village girl with fine features and light makeup walking on the buildings. At first, she felt reserved and cold, dressed all in plain clothes, and whispered with a smile across the bank, soft, sweet but not greasy. That feeling was buried in the long-term condensate and will never disappear in her heart.
The quiet Miluo River has come from ancient times and approached the Millennium. Grandma's Dragon Boat Festival will always be all year round, with pages full of care and love homework. Grandma spent half her life, carefully and painstakingly writing down this thick page number homework. Grandma's life homework washed away the May of my life. How many years have passed, how many years have passed.