Dragon Boat Festival, also known as Duanyang Festival and Double Ninth Festival, is a traditional festival on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month in China. It has a long history and has been passed down for thousands of years! The following are five 800-word Dragon Boat Festival compositions I shared with you, hoping to help you.
Dragon Boat Festival is one of the important traditional festivals in China. People in China attach great importance to this festival, and I still remember the Dragon Boat Festival, because my uncle's birthday is on it.
Dragon Boat Festival is the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, and there is a legend about it. At that time, the King of Qin invited Chu Huaiwang to the State of Qin to discuss state affairs. Qu Yuan saw through the plot of the King of Qin and hurriedly told Chu Huaiwang not to be careless. Surprisingly, Chu Huaiwang not only refused to listen, but also drove Qu Yuan out of his own territory. As a result, Chu Huaiwang was imprisoned because he didn't listen to Qu Yuan, and stood up as soon as he got to the State of Qin. Later, he died in the state of Qin. Soon, Qin Jun occupied Ying City. Qu Yuan, who was exiled, lost all hope when he heard the bad news. He sighed and jumped into the Baltic River. Remind me: "The festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, and it is widely rumored that it is Qu Yuan throughout the ages. I can laugh at the empty space of the Chu River, but I can't wash it straight. " The indignation in this poem.
After Quyuan jumped into the river, fishermen and people on the shore were very sorry. They rowed to salvage Qu Yuan at once, but they couldn't find him. People throw rice balls, eggs and other foods into the river, hoping that fish, shrimp and monsters will not eat Qu Yuan's body. Some people even pour realgar wine into water to drive away animals in the river. People rowed to save Qu Yuan and turned it into a dragon boat. Later, on the fifth day of May every year, there were customs of eating zongzi, drinking realgar wine, hanging mugwort leaves and racing dragon boats to commemorate Qu Yuan.
Among these customs of the Dragon Boat Festival, I am most interested in making zongzi. Last year, I made zongzi with my grandmother, which impressed me deeply. First, grandma prepared rice leaves and round glutinous rice. Grandma said: "First pick two rice leaves, put the smooth side up, and concave the leaves into a funnel shape by hand at a third of the petiole." The bottom of the funnel must be tight, otherwise it will leak rice. " After listening to grandma, I am eager to be my first zongzi. I did it according to my grandmother's method. First, I make zongzi leaves into a funnel shape, and then put glutinous rice in it. I learned to pinch like my grandmother. However, glutinous rice plays games with me like a naughty child. I pinch it from left to right, and I pinch it from right to left. How naughty! Finally, when tying the rope, the glutinous rice actually slipped away from below, which was really disappointing. I decided to do it again! I packed glutinous rice again. This time, I carefully looked at those small grains of rice, tightly packed and tied with ropes. Haha ~ ~ ~ finally succeeded!
Grandma put the wrapped zongzi into the pot to cook, and the fragrance of zongzi slowly floated out of the pot. My mouth watered when I smelled the fragrance. As soon as the rice dumplings came out of the pot, I couldn't wait to take one and poke the leaves of the rice dumplings to reveal the chubby little rice dumplings. I took a little sugar and took a bite. It tastes great! Delicious, sweet but not greasy.
I like Dragon Boat Festival very much, and I prefer to make zongzi with my family.
Dragon Boat Festival is a traditional dragon boat festival in China. On this day, people eat zongzi and race dragon boats to commemorate Qu Yuan who died in the Dragon Boat Festival.
One day, I got up early and saw my mother making zongzi in the kitchen. Looking at the skillful techniques, smelling the fragrance of zongzi leaves and imagining the softness and smoothness of glutinous rice in zongzi, I can't help but try. My mother saw me staring at her, smiled and gave me a zongzi leaf, saying, try it, too. Excited, I wrapped the leaves quickly step by step like my mother. At this time, I had a question: How did the ancients think of wrapping rice with bamboo leaves to make such delicious zongzi? My mother replied: Zongzi was not originally invented for eating, but to attract fish and shrimp to eat, so that fish and shrimp would not eat Qu Yuan. Qu Yuan was thrown into the river and died for his country, expressing people's respect and love for the patriotic poet Qu Yuan. Later, in memory of Qu Yuan, people used Zongzi as a food to remind their descendants of Qu Yuan's patriotic spirit.
While speaking, the zongzi are all baked. The delicious hot zongzi made my appetite big and my index finger big. Grab one and swallow it. At this time, my father also finished washing and sat down beside me. When he saw me eating, he smiled and said, eat slowly and take you to the dragon boat race after eating. As soon as I listen, I don't care if I'm still eating. I cheered loudly. When I finished writing my composition, I accidentally choked and coughed violently. Dad patted me on the back, smiled fondly and helplessly, and said, I told you to eat slowly.
After breakfast, my father drove me to watch the dragon boat race, parked the car, and then we walked into the competition area. Countless people came to watch the game. My father and I struggled to the front. At this time, only one shot was heard, and all the dragon boats rushed out like arrows. The drummer sitting next to the lead drum shouted the password, one! One! One, two, one Encourage the rowers to work harder. In an instant, the red team caught up with the blue team, and the blue team lagged behind the green team in drumming, shouting and rowing. Seeing such a spectacular scene, I couldn't help being deeply moved by the team members' spirit of unity and cooperation. Then, another question arises: Why did the ancients make the boat look like Jackie Chan and use it to race in the water? This time my father answered me: In ancient times, the dragon was a sacred symbol. After crossing the Quyuan River, the ancients rowed dragon boats in the water to drive away fish and shrimp, and the fish and shrimp were scared away. Later, dragon boat rowing gradually evolved into the custom of Dragon Boat Festival.
Mao! The gong rang and the game was over.
After eating zongzi and watching the dragon boat race, I was deeply impressed by the customs and significance of the Dragon Boat Festival. At the same time, there is a person whose name is deeply engraved in my heart. He is the great patriotic poet Qu Yuan!
I smelled the smell of zongzi early in the morning. People came and went in the market, and the stall owner shouted, "Sell zongzi! Sell zongzi! " And walked away. ...
"Little slacker, get up, hurry up and eat zongzi while it's hot!" I also have a beautiful mother in an apron. Zongzi is very fragrant and sweet. From the time I slowly "took off" it, my fair skin was exposed. The window is still bustling, and the sound of hawking, horns and bargaining is endless. Take a bite of jujube jiaozi, with a satisfied smile on his face. The younger brother sitting next to him couldn't bear it any longer. He is anxiously pointing at zongzi with Xiao Pang, kicking the table with his feet and losing his temper. One by one, the zongzi will swell up sooner or later. Holding Ann, go out to see the scenery of Erhai Lake in the morning.
Erhai Lake has long been full of dragon boats, and the color matching is like the lights at night in Dali. Colorful dragon boats are pleasant now. Ann broke free from my arms and ran to the seaside to play with the white dove pecking at zongzi. When I got to the seaside, Zongzi couldn't help thinking of Qu Yuan who threw himself into the river. He is ideal, ambitious and versatile. I admire his patriotic feelings since "The Ape" was broadcast.
More and more people, more and more noisy, gathered at the seaside.
It was sunny in the afternoon, and the crew were all tall and burly, roaring like thunder. The call sign sounded, and pieces of water rushed to the stage and flew to the finish line like an arrow. "Knock, knock, knock, knock" drums sounded rhythmically, and the audience was ecstatic, watching the red team win quickly and kept shouting "Good job!" "good!" Ann ate zongzi and watched the dragon boat race excitedly, her eyes shining. I saw the blue team unwilling to lag behind, followed by the red team stern, and the two ships are getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer! Finally, in the cruel game, the red team lost to the blue team by less than one second. The audience was stunned by this reversal and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, a youthful young man shouted in the crowd, "Wonderful!" Then the applause thundered.
There are also delicious zongzi for dinner. A family of four, whoever unties the leaves of the zongzi is the longest, the elder wins and gets the most delicious and sweet zongzi. Ann undid the rope wholeheartedly and pulled it carefully with her little hand. A pair of beautiful eyes suddenly met me, signaling me to untie it slowly and tear it shorter. About five minutes later, Zongzi stood on the plate as white as snow. Look at the leaves in four plates. Most of them are thin and short, but the ones in the safety plate are long and beautiful. We laughed, and so did he. Like a flower, he is unforgettable with a sweet and innocent smile. ...
Dragon boat racing, tasting zongzi and putting zongzi leaves are unforgettable traditional festivals. ...
It is said that the Dragon Boat Festival is a festival set up to commemorate the patriotic poet Qu Yuan. Among the many customs of the Dragon Boat Festival, my favorite custom is making zongzi. I still remember making zongzi with my parents for the first time.
Last year was the Dragon Boat Festival, and my parents were busy early in the morning. Dad picked up the red silk thread, tied it with wormwood and garlic, and hung it on the door, meaning to ward off evil spirits and welcome happiness; Mother magically took out three sachets from her pocket, including a small fish, a blessing bag and an ingot. I picked a lovely small fish sachet and hung it on my chest. Mom told me that sachets can repel insects and evil spirits.
After hanging the sachet, jiaozi will be wrapped next. Mother took out the prepared glutinous rice, pork belly, egg yolk and zongye. I saw my mother pick up two zongzi leaves and overlap them.
With a deft roll, the shape of a "funnel" appeared before my eyes. She scooped up a spoonful of rice and put it in the "funnel", then put a big piece of meat and an egg yolk. When the "funnel" was full, she quickly picked up the leaf cover of a zongzi, turned it upside down and wrapped it tightly. Finally, she tied it tightly with colored rope, and a beautiful triangular zongzi was born.
As soon as I saw how simple it was, I picked up two zongzi leaves, rolled them into a "funnel" like my mother, and put a spoonful of rice in it. Just when I put a big piece of meat in it, I suddenly found that the rice in the "funnel" leaked down like an hourglass. I was dumbfounded. Just when I was at a loss, my mother quickly caught the leaked rice with a basin, and my face turned red with a swish. My mother looked at my embarrassment and smiled and said, "Nothing! Take your time! Just do it a few more times.
Pay attention to the' funnel' to be tightly rolled, and don't let it have a gap. "After listening to my mother's words, I took two more zongzi leaves and carefully rolled a small" funnel ". This time, I learned to be smart. I picked up the funnel and looked at the light. When I found that there was no light coming in, I got into the rice with confidence. I scooped up the rice grains in one hand and held the small "funnel" tightly in the other until the egg yolk, meat and rice grains were all filled, and the lid on the rice leaves was relieved. Mother helped me tie colorful threads on the zongzi, and a small and lovely zongzi was wrapped up.
Mother put zongzi in the pot and cooked it for two hours. Zongzi is cooked. The cooked zongzi gives off bursts of fragrance, which makes my mouth water! I quickly picked up zongzi and couldn't wait to taste it. I ate my own dumplings and my heart was full of happiness.
This is really a full and unforgettable Dragon Boat Festival!
I always remember learning a text about zongzi when I was a child. The teacher repeatedly corrected the pronunciation of zongzi, but I was puzzled-it seemed that I had never heard such a word appear during the Dragon Boat Festival.
When I got home that day, I cried for zongzi, but the taste was not satisfactory: I completely forgot that I was a person who didn't like sweets. I didn't like it since I was a child. However, this seems to be an actor's habit. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I think of Zongzi and shout it in my mother's ear. After barely eating half, I put down my chopsticks and shook my head hard. Mother scolded: "since you don't like it, why do you always buy it?" I smiled at her: "I liked it at first, but it was too sweet." I just like to peel the zongzi from the dark green shell with anticipation, and then see the crystal milky white, and every glutinous rice sticks together. Zongzi fits my impression of food very well, but it's not my favorite food after all.
In fact, we don't pay attention to any festivals at home. Because my father is too stubborn to believe anything, and the rich daily dishes finally make the festival have nothing to look forward to. Life is getting better and better, and festivals have also eliminated its powerful summoning power for children and people. But in my bones, I hope to be a child who is full of joy in every festival in many stories and likes these ancient festivals that have precipitated thousands of times in history. Dragon Boat Festival, what a poetic name. It commemorates a person and Qu Yuan who wrote Li Sao. And such a weak scholar, with passion and eternal love for the motherland, devoted himself to the Miluo River. I admire him very much because he dares to live a wonderful life in a gloomy world, and he knows what is sublime. In too many displacements, he still walked firmly and persistently. The direction of its soul must be pure, without dye. Therefore, I always insist on eating some zongzi, because I think it bears witness to a noble soul and eternal patriotism.
It suddenly occurred to me that once on the Dragon Boat Festival, I was walking under a long row of locust trees. At that time, the locust tree shook me all over. Now it seems that time is empty, wrong, or a short loss. Sophora japonica withered, almost withered on a dark green leaf. And I have no time to see the beautiful scenery, just holding a history book and reciting it in my room. Dragon Boat Festival hasn't changed, it's still so crystal white, and it's still written on the calendar. It has such lovely persistence that I didn't find it until today. So this time, I insisted on eating a zongzi. To commemorate the Dragon Boat Festival, which does not shine in time. What kind of feelings, I can't say clearly after all.