Dragon Boat Festival memory

Again the scent of the season, zongzi whenever I hear all kinds of "traditional" shouts XiaoZao zongzi, I remember in childhood the complete sell zongzi old man. The old man's face in memory, and the touch has blurred the incense yet clear cast in my memory.

I was about ten years old. One day afternoon, I'm hutongs and the fat ya play text-messaged shuttlecock. Fat ya is my childhood admire most people, she has a father in county work. So her clothes are mostly father bought from the city, although she is fat, not handsome, but always wears a very beautiful. Day after day she proud like a princess, but I was like a Cinderella. Because I didn't like her to work more like her father, without the beautiful dress...  Coach Madison Orange Clover Print Op Art Sophia Carryall

That day we two positive play powerfully, "XiaoZao dumplings" traditional applauses have far and near. An old man pushing the car coming to us...

In the countryside, there have not been seem the habit of the Dragon Boat Festival, so I never seen zongzi, more don't eat.

Hear the old man tempting call, we two curious ran around the old man asked: "what kind of zongzi? Let's see." The old man uncovered a cotton print, demonstrated in my eyes is a color bright green, sharp creases dumplings. All in thin grass to bandage, lovely good mysterious. I craned his neck to close them, greedy smelt a cast that vague there surely incense, guess the hidden world's best thing, 'mouths water.

Fat ya also carry like watching, her happy cat said to me: "I'm going home to my mother bought me! You also home to let your niang to buy you!" She excited like a bird fly home. Only I looked at those tempting to daze zongzi, I knew I go home niang also not to buy and will only dirt. Home I knew the poor, than there? And feast our eyes to look at some also is good.

Different meeting, fat ya plucks her niang - fat. Neither Fat neither bought a dollar money dumplings, finally not from cent say and took two. Mouth say: "take two right, I bought so many!" The old man said: "no, I will lose money!" Fat neither said: "under back and I buy you." Say that finish hard took zongzi took fat ya back home. Fat ya satisfiedly looked back I, eyes reveals sweet satisfaction and pride.

The old man stare blankly stare blankly at their figure, helplessly sigh. I'm lonely, stood there looking at the old man, seems to forget his grievance, very is BaoBuPing for old people. I sympathize to say: "you don't be sad, fat neither is our famous' don't argue here ', then you don't sold her!" Look at me, the old man smiled, he said: "you really sensible!" Said he took out a zongzi stuffed to my small hand said: "this is for you to eat."

"That you not compensate more?" I doubt asked. "I can't eat you." the dumplings

"Don't sell also should put bad," the old man looked distant setting said: "today is the Dragon Boat Festival, this will send you taste." Then he to me smiled kindly, pushing cars slowed to a walk to the distance.  Coach Madison Signature Carryall Golden Brown

Floating in the lane's shouts to drift away, the old man also gradually disappear in the rays of the sun, that back images a pair of beautiful paintings frames in my head. I gratefully took zongzi, carefully apart that thin grass, slowly open the green palm leaves, the rice dumplings colour and lustre bright-coloured red, I can't help but slightly bite a small mouth, soft crisp TianZiZi... Jesus, Have been baptized into my heart.

Twenty years passed, I have never eaten so delicious dumplings, never met that kind old man. But the refreshing never any assistant wanders in my sweet memories, often dream of my childhood, warm, fragrant my life......