“节分端午自谁言，万古传闻为屈原。堪笑楚江空渺渺，不能洗得直臣冤。”端午节不久就到了，想必大家对去年过端午节的情形仍记忆犹新吧！现在我就介绍一下我家乡的端午节吧！
我的家乡——永昌，位于祖国的大西北，是座古城，历史悠久，可如今也只是知道者微乎其微的小镇而已。在彼，人们留心于早晚的云蒸霞蔚，四时的风花雪月，并不太在意小小的端午节；在此，人们向往着都市的灯红酒绿，生活的纸醉金迷，而忽略了小小的城镇。他们都喜欢心目中美好的东西，却不知在此边陲小镇中，端午节也是热闹非凡的。
家乡的端午习俗可谓多种多样。插茱萸。在端午的前几天，人们就弄一枝茱萸(或一柳条)插于门楣之上，据说可以驱妖避邪。戴香包。大人们用布缝制成小布包，并将艾、苍术、板蓝根等草药包于其中，让孩子或戴于项下，或系于腰间，可增强免疫力。我的家乡由于缺水，所以并不像江南等地划龙舟。在我家乡，最典型的风俗便是吃粽子了(有些地方吃油糕)。将糯米洗净，并配一把包，用棕叶宝成三角锥形，蒸熟，便成了香气四溢、味甘可人的粽子了。在永昌吃粽子有一个讲究，那就是在吃之前先祭屈原，在祭祖先，然后才能吃。
我最爱吃粽子。每逢端午节，我总要吃个够，直到再也吃不下为止。妈妈做的粽子十分可口。轻轻将棕叶撕破，便露出了又白又嫩的糯米糕，忍不住吃一口，甜汁溢入口中，那感觉简直妙不可言。曾经沧海难为水，除却巫山不是云。吃惯妈妈包的粽子，吃起别人包的，总觉得有些干涩，不如妈妈包的香嫩。
不知怎的，每次吃粽子都会有同一种感觉。满口喷香的糯米，氤氲香气中，仿佛升腾起成败英雄不灭的屈原，自己也仿佛回到了失落千年的楚国。不禁对靳尚、张仪与郑袖的卑鄙无耻嗤之以鼻，为屈原的气节所折服。何为英雄？生死契阔，气吞山河？金戈铁马，仰天长啸？都不是！而是喜笑悲歌气傲然，九万里风鹏正举！隐隐的，似乎可见你将那无尽的沉沦抛进滚滚汨罗江，只有那涓涓流水重复着永不改变的晨昏。无边落木萧萧下，不尽长江滚滚来！你的心胸可吞日月，可囊星汉！整个世界因你而美丽！折断柳条留不住的，是岁月的裙袂，挽短罗衣留不住的，还有你追寻真理的脚步……
忽然，一切都消失了，只剩下幽雅的餐桌。原来，手中的粽子已尽，才明白富贵名禄过眼云烟，君王霸业恒河沙数，最终空留叹嗟，沉沦不已……
粽子在口，母亲在身边，家乡在心中。
"In the middle of the day, the story of wangu is a story of qu yuan. The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. I think you still remember what happened to the Dragon Boat Festival last year. Now let me introduce the Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown.
My hometown, yongchang, is an ancient city in the great northwest of the motherland, but now it is only a small town. On the other hand, people are paying attention to the morning and evening of the clouds, the wind and snow of the four days, and the little Dragon Boat Festival. Here, people yearn for the city's bright red wine, the life of the fans, and ignore the small towns. They all like the beautiful things in their mind, but they don't know in this frontier town, the Dragon Boat Festival is also lively.
The customs of the Dragon Boat Festival in the hometown are varied. Dogwood. In the first few days of the Dragon Boat Festival, a dogwood (or a wicker) was placed on the lintel, which was said to ward off evil spirits. Dai Xiang package. Adults made into small cloth and cloth moxa, rhizoma atractylodis, radix isatidis herbs and wrapped in it, let a child, under or in or on the waist, can enhance immunity. My hometown is not like jiangnan, because of water shortage. In my hometown, the most typical custom is eating zongzi (some places eat oil cake). Wash and match the glutinous rice with a packet of brown leaves. It is steamed and steamed, and it becomes a fragrant and flavorous zongzi. In yongchang, there is a particular attention to liuxue86.com eating zongzi, which is to sacrifice before eating, before eating, and then eating.
My favorite food is zongzi. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I always want to eat enough, until I can no longer eat. The dumplings made by my mother are very delicious. I can't help but eat a mouthful of sticky rice cake, which is white and tender. Once the sea was difficult to water, but the wushan was not the cloud. Eat the zongzi that is used to mother's bag, eat the other people's bag, always feel some dry, inferior to mama bao delicate.
Somehow, every time you eat zongzi, you will feel the same way. The fragrant glutinous rice, in the aroma of the fragrance, seems to rise up the qu yuan, the hero of the success or failure, and it is as if he returned to the state of chu in the lost millennium. I can't help but despise the vile shamelessness of jin shang, zhang yi and zheng xiu, who are impressed by qu yuan's qi festival. What is a hero? A life of death, a river of gas? The golden horse, the sky long roar? All is not! But the joy and the sad song is proud, the nine thousand li wind is to lift! Hidden, it seems that you throw the endless sinking into the miluo river, only the little water that repeats the unchanging morning. There is no such thing as the river. Your heart can swallow the moon, but the cyst! The whole world is beautiful for you! It is the skirts of the years, the skirts of the years, the steps of your search for the truth...
Suddenly, everything disappeared, leaving only the elegant table. It turns out that the dumplings in my hand have been done, and I understand that the rich and wealthy have been passing through the clouds of smoke, and the king has the number of Ganges in the Ganges.
Zongzi is in my mouth, my mother is beside me, my hometown is in my heart.
