Wormwood incense, incense Mantang.
Peach sticks inserted in the door, look out son Michael Huang.
Dragon Boat Festival here, where the Dragon Boat Festival, Dragon Boat Festival everywhere. \"
This is the Dragon Boat Festival, when his grandmother taught me the songs. I remember my father often told me stories about his childhood, in his story, he is a Dragon Boat Festival is full of curiosity and great expectations for the festival: the festival in early summer evening, ripping out a rice dumplings, House fragrance We Wai together, children pestering adults say that they are familiar with the story worth hearing a hundred times: two thousand years ago, ancient Chinese war, in the Fifth Lunar day in May, a care for the patriotic poet to see their own country is faced with danger of national subjugation and transported, and his heart was unable to achieve the vision, he \"hit the rocks into the embrace of the waves rolling in the Miluo River, he is the Yuan boat fishermen, looking for their beloved Qu Yuan, In order for the water they do not eat fish Qu Yuan\'s body, put sticky rice wrapped in bamboo leaves on the dissemination of the fragrance, the successful bidder of the-ri ... ... When the story about this time, the Association pointed to the sky people said: \" You see, the sky in the heart of the brightest stars, that is, into the Yuan. \"and the children will be looked up the sky and deep look into the distance on TV drama series to find the heart of the brightest stars.
Rice dumplings wrapped in leaves and fragrance to a year, do you have to do something to look forward to the Dragon Boat Festival? Eating rice dumplings, whether or not eat the rice dumplings in that story? Looking the sky, across the industry over the misty fog of whether the heart also could be seen shining stars in heaven?
High-rise buildings into the ground, the disappearance of large areas of wheat fields, and the city\'s edge, we have been hard to see the \"Point out a child Mr Wong\" picture of. Yes ah, the transformation of time and space, the Dragon Boat Festival which is also compression in the steel and concrete further and further away from it? Noisy city, carrying too many people desire the joy of their parents whether they have been immersed in the city of neon lights flashing in the case?
We have parents who can not understand the expectation is low, as long as I think, will always be able to eat all kinds of dumplings, and rice dumplings taste seems to be becoming boring also, and we are interested in the Ronald McDonald smiling that benign grandfather of KFC; We are also the oldest story that is also a lack of interest, as long as I want, I can always see Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck online! Grandmother taught me on the songs, I also feel a little old-fashioned, as long as I think I can in my MP3 player to record all types of rock songs!
However, we do not find what you are missing? We seem to lack some happy, some yearn for the lack of the lack of a number of responsibilities. In the noise, we are disoriented!
“粽子香，香厨房。
艾草香，香满堂。
桃枝插在大门上，出门一望麦儿黄。
这儿端阳，那儿端阳，处处都端阳。”
这是奶奶在端午节时教我的歌谣。记得爸爸常跟我说起他童年的往事，在他的故事里，端午节对他是一个充满好奇而又充满期待的节日：在初夏那个节日的晚上，剥开一个粽子，满屋飘香，大家围在一起，小孩缠着大人讲那个熟悉但却百听不厌的故事：两千多年以前，古老的中国战火纷飞，在农历五月初五的那一天，有一位忧国忧民的爱国诗人看到自己的国家面临着亡国危运，而他心中的抱负却无法实现，他悲痛欲绝怀抱着石头投向波涛滚滚的汨罗江，他就是屈原；渔民划着船，四处寻找他们爱戴的屈原，他们为了让水中的鱼儿不吃掉屈原的身体，就把糯米裹在散发着清香的竹叶里，投到了江里……每当故事讲到这时，大人们总会指着天空说：“你看，天空中那颗最明亮的星星，就是屈原化成的。”而小孩子们便会抬起头遥望着那深邃的天空，寻找那颗最明亮的星星。
又到一年粽飘香，你是否对端午节有所期待呢？ 吃着粽子，是否能吃出粽子中的那段故事？遥望天空，隔着笼罩着的蒙蒙工业雾气，是否还能望得见天上那颗闪耀的星星？
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高楼大厦平地而起，大片的麦田消失了，在城市的边缘，我们已经很难看见“出门一望麦儿黄”的景象了。是啊，时空的变换，端午节是否也在这钢筋水泥的挤压中越走越远呢？喧闹的城市，承载着人们太多的欲望，父辈们的欢乐，是否已淹没在城市的闪烁的霓虹灯中了呢？
我们已经不能理解父辈们少时的期待了，只要我想，随时都可以吃到各式各样的粽子，而粽子的味道似乎也越来也乏味，而我们感兴趣的是笑容可掬的麦当劳叔叔，那慈眉善目的肯德鸡爷爷；我们也对那古老的故事也缺乏兴趣了，只要我想，我随时可以在网上看米老鼠和唐老鸭！对奶奶教我的歌谣，我也觉得有些老土，只要我想，我随时可以在我的MP3播放器中录制各类摇滚歌曲！
然而，我们没有感到缺少了一些什么吗？我们似乎缺少了一些快乐，缺少了一些向往，缺少了一些责任。在喧闹中，我们正在迷失方向！