Every time during the Dragon Boat Festival, homesickness will arise. Maybe it’s the mountains and water in my hometown, and the atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival. Below is an article about homesickness during the Dragon Boat Festival, please read it. Sample article about homesickness during the Dragon Boat Festival 1
In my hometown, an ancient mountain city, there are revolutionary martyrs like Xiang Jingyu, literary talents like Wang Yuewen, and the cultural celebrity Qu Yuan. Penal colony.
The word "Xu Pu" was first seen in Qu Yuan's poem "She Jiang", which means "When I enter Xu Pu, I am wandering around, and I am confused and don't know what I am doing." It can be clearly seen from the lines of the poem: "I am sorry for the southern barbarians, but I don't know it, and the day is over in Jiangxiang", "The morning is coming to Wangzhu, and the evening is in Chenyang". It can be clearly seen that Qu Yuan is the author of "Qifu", with " Changchai, Guanqieyun, and their entourage, riding in carriages and large ships, set out from Ying, the capital of Chu State, crossing the Yangtze River, crossing the Xiangjiang River, passing Dongting, Shangyuanshui, passing Wangzhu, Su From Chenyang, he entered Xupu. The use of "guo", "du", "jing", "shang", "li", "su" and "in"? illustrates: Qu Yuan was exiled for the second time. Although he traveled all the way and lasted for many years, after he left the capital of Chu State, Ying, his destination was Xupu. From then on, Qu Yuan formed an indissoluble bond with our hometown Xupu.
According to Mr. Fu Guorui's "Chronicle of Qu Yuan", Qu Yuan was exiled from 296 BC, when he was 44 years old, and traveled all the way. He arrived in Xupu at the age of 49 and left at the age of 52. In Xupu, an ancient and magical place, I lived for 4 years and wrote poems such as "She Jiang", "Li Sao", "Heavenly Questions", "Ode to Orange", "Mountain Ghost", etc. He changed his role from politician to poet and became the first cultural poet in Chinese history. It was precisely because of the disillusionment of his ideals of achieving the hegemony of King Chu that his thoughts of concern for the country, the king, and the people deeply penetrated into his poems, thus establishing his status as a world cultural celebrity.
Xupu has a long history. According to the "Xupu County Chronicle", the Chawei site discovered in Fengxiang Village, Sushuiwan Township, is a site of the Daxi Culture Period of the Neolithic Age, dating back 6,500-7,000 years ago. The Longjiashan site discovered in Dushi Village in Qiaojiang belongs to the late Neolithic Age, about 4500-5000 years ago. There are also the Qiaoxi ruins in Dajiangping Village, Dajiangkou Town in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, the Orange Garden ruins in the Shang Dynasty, the Liangjiapo ruins in the Warring States Period, the Yiling City ruins in Wuling County in the Western Han Dynasty, etc., which were called "Barbarians" in ancient times. Documents tell us that humans lived in Xupu 7,000 years ago. King Wei of Chu established Qianzhong County here nearly 3,000 years ago. Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, established a county here more than 2,000 years ago. Even "Xupu" as a county name has a history of nearly 1,400 years. The importance that emperors of all dynasties have attached to this land is enough to illustrate the ancient, magical, wealthy and civilized Xupu area.
Although I have rarely lived at home since I was 15 years old studying abroad, my love for my hometown is like my attachment to my roots. In our hometown, the Dragon Boat Festival falls on May 15th. It is said that because of the lack of news, the news of Qu Yuan's death did not reach us until ten days after his death. Therefore, people in his hometown have kept this special day in memory of him. The zongzi we wrap is also different from other places. The meaty zongzi is long and the wrapping process is very complicated. The selected leaves are also very particular. There are three layers on the inside and three layers on the outside. Homemade bacon is wrapped inside and steamed. The pot is filled with fragrance, and the temptation is irresistible. I remember that when I was a child, I was always greedy. Every time the dumplings were put in the pot, I would urge my grandparents to eat them. Because the dumplings are big, they need a big pot and they have to be cooked for a day and a night before they can be eaten. Impression During the school year, grandpa always stayed up late adding firewood, and little me, just behind him, always asked the same question: Grandpa, grandpa, when can I eat it? Grandpa looked at me pitifully, and once, he gave it to me in advance. I took one and it gave me diarrhea. From then on, I never dared to eat hot rice dumplings again. To be honest, I haven’t had a good meal of meat dumplings for several years since I was wandering outside. I really miss the taste. Now that the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, a deep sense of homesickness comes to my heart. Watching the news, I learned that there was another flood in my hometown, which also affected the college entrance examination and caused more than 800 people to move the examination room. Fortunately, there were no casualties. However, the two floods have caused heavy losses to my hometown. I hope the floods will not visit me again, my lovely hometown.
Simeng, one of the eight scenic spots in Xinxiaoxiang, ten kilometers below the county seat, has beautiful mountains and rivers, attracting a large number of tourists.
In Simeng, there is a place called Lisao Bay. This place is in the Shili Quzi Gorge. More than 2,000 years ago, it was of course the place where apes lived in the deep woods. The mountains are so high that they block out the sun, and the mountains are dark and rainy. The snow is falling endlessly, and the clouds are falling. Nowadays, if you are immersed in the scene, such landform features are very obvious. According to legend, it was here that he composed "Li Sao".
Simeng, formerly known as Simao. Here, the water is clear, the sky is blue, and the clouds are misty and rainy. The forests are dense and the mountains are high, the ancient trees block out the sun, the streams are criss-crossing, the fields are full of sweet herbs, and the silk grass is in full bloom. Every time I climb high and look into the distance, I see strange peaks protruding everywhere, shrouded in clouds and mist; the sky is blue and the water is green, and exotic flowers are in full bloom; five Buddhas are meditating, and the rocks are hanging over the river. Hearing folk songs and seeing exotic flowers and plants, Qu Yuan learned from the local farmers. When he learned that the local people called Simao (mao) Simao (meng), he changed the name Simao (Simao) to Simeng (Simeng). The reading of "Mao" (meng) in "Li Sao" is based on the reading method of Simeng people.
To this day, people in Xupu Simeng are still reading "Meng" and "Mao" (meng). (I am sending here some photos of Simeng to feel our beautiful scenery)
There is a small mountain on the bank of Qishui River called Luming Mountain. It is said that Qu Yuan lived here for a while. Every night, he always used the sound of the piano to express his feelings, and the local people always came to his residence to be happy and cry with him. After a long time, Qu Yuan was playing a sad song, expressing his sorrow that his talent was not appreciated. While playing, the whining of sika deer came from outside the window. From then on, the deer on the mountain, like the common people, came to listen to Qu Yuan play the piano every night, and they also accompanied him in happiness and tears. One day, miasma spread, and Qu Yuan and the people were all infected with the plague. He was lying on the bed, thinking about how the king was ruining the country and the people were in dire straits, and he couldn't help but burst into tears. Suddenly, a burst of fragrance hit my nostrils, and I felt much more comfortable. A group of deer came to the hut with dewy bluegrass in their mouths. An old deer was still kneeling on the ground and put its horns into Qu Yuan's mouth. After a while, Qu Yuan felt comfortable all over and his illness was completely cured. He looked at the herd of deer and felt grateful, but he was still uneasy thinking about the sick people. The deer seemed to understand Qu Yuan's thoughts and jumped into the river one after another. While grinding their antlers on the stones by the river, they looked at Qu Yuan and barked. So Qu Yuan scooped up the deer antler water and sent it to one family after another. Everyone drank the deer antler water and got well soon. When Qu Yuan left Xupu, the people gathered to see him off and wept endlessly. The deer on the mountain also came to the roadside one by one, singing in unison with tears in their eyes. This is the legend about "Luming Mountain" recorded in "Xupu County Chronicles". There is a canyon not far from this mountain. People walking in it and looking up at the blue sky look like the first moon, so it is called Mingyue Cave. There is an old tree at the entrance of the cave. It is said that every misty morning, there will be a beautiful woman combing her hair on the tree. Perhaps it was this legend that inspired Qu Yuan to create the most beautiful ghost in Chinese history in Mingyue Cave——Sample article on homesickness during the Dragon Boat Festival 2
The Dragon Boat Festival is here again, and the love for rice dumplings is It’s so nostalgic!
There is a beautiful place, which is the paradise on earth that lives in my heart. The mountains, water and people there are even more beautiful. And I have already lost my soul in a small village surrounded by mountains and rivers. During the festive season, I miss my hometown even more, and I miss every grass and flower, every tree, every brick.
I was born there, grew up there, but now I am in a foreign country, looking westward in ecstasy.
The Dragon Boat Festival, the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, is also called May Day in my hometown. On this day, there was a lot of incense in the temple, and there was an endless stream of people going to worship. With piety and hope, we offer ripe fruits, homemade rice dumplings, and five-poison cakes inlaid with patterns of snakes, centipedes, scorpions, spiders, and toads, hoping for good weather and good harvests in the coming year. Fengdeng.
Take advantage of the wind to raise the colorful sails made of rice paper, let your dreams fly, and set sail for your ideals. If you have a dream, chase it bravely.
Ten years ago, under the guidance of my father, I carefully raised a colorful sail and let my dreams fly. From then on, I moved forward, stumbling and stumbling, and kept walking on the road of pursuit. There are tears, there is laughter, there is disappointment, and there is hope, although the hope is slim, there is still some. Now that you have hoisted the sails of your dreams, there is no reason not to ride the wind and steer the ship.
Maybe it’s the Dragon Boat Festival that I haven’t touched in my hometown for many years. The good things in my memory are all fragments from my childhood, which are very kind.
The sky was not bright yet, so I followed my brother and ran all the way to the river to collect early dew. According to the old people in the village, morning dew is the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon. It can eliminate toxins, remove athlete's foot, and stop rheumatism. It's so precious, who wants to fall behind. My younger brother is very capable. He always collects the dew before other friends, and then collects it into the bucket I am carrying. At this time, I am my brother's little follower, just listen to his orders.
A few sparse stars dispersed, and the moon shyly hid at the other end of the mountain. It was already bright. After collecting enough dew, I poured the river water to wash my face and hair. After washing away the dirt, I felt refreshed. The girls endured the pain and pulled out a few hairs and threw them into the river. The old man said that they wanted their future husbands to be as noble as Qu Yuan. I have always been afraid of pain, so I was naturally stingy with my hair and was reluctant to pull out any of it.
Seeing that others were still washing and combing, I had quietly sneaked to the river bank and picked mugwort. I heard from my grandma that the mugwort picked on the Dragon Boat Festival can cure all kinds of diseases and has miraculous effects. With such an effect, I wish I could take it all so that I can cure my grandparents’ stubborn illnesses that have persisted for many years.
My brother saw that I had picked enough mugwort, so he went to break off willow branches elsewhere. The willow branches are green and tender, and are still stained with dew drops. I put the collected mugwort in a bamboo basket and picked it up, and carried the collected dew in my other hand. My brother held the willow branches and went back to their homes one after another with other partners who had gained a lot.
In a short time, my brother had penetrated the door lintel, windows, gates, and the front of the car. When I go out for a walk, every house is decorated with wicker and is a vast expanse of green. Inserting willow branches is not only for good looks, but more importantly, it has the meaning of expelling poison, catching the sun, and praying for good luck. On this day, no matter where you go, you can see wickers swaying in the wind, whether it is on the front of a moving motor vehicle or on a vendor's stall.
Mother’s hands are very skillful. To be exact, every mother’s hands are very skillful. On this day, they will sew sachets with colorful threads and brocade silk for their children, which contain various spices and medicinal powders. The exquisite craftsmanship, colorful and nine colors all reflect the mother's taste in women's red. My brother's and I's sachets are of course not inferior in any way, and my mother's work as a female worker is well-known for her skills.
Not only are there sachets, but there are also anklets and bracelets made of colorful threads, which can be worn to prevent diseases and disasters.
My mother is really attentive. She is well prepared for the Dragon Boat Festival every year. Anyone who has been kind to us or helped us in any way will be remembered firmly in her heart. We prepared gifts early to thank them for their help to us. Naturally, the kind and helpful parents also won visits from fellow villagers and neighbors.
If it was still early, my mother would definitely ride her bicycle, hang a basket and rush to grandma's house. There weren't any delicacies in the basket, just rice dumplings, Wudu cakes, jelly and sweet fermented grains. But I think what's important is not the etiquette, but the intention.
It’s the Dragon Boat Festival again, and Zongzi means loved ones.
In those years, I was still young, about ten years old. Every year I pick a lot of mugwort, half as much as others. I just believe that mugwort really has miraculous effects and can cure grandma's illness.
When I grew up, I left home and went to other places. There will no longer be an opportunity to pick mugwort during the Dragon Boat Festival. Not only did my grandma not recover from her illness, but she also left me forever. Since then, the plant called mugwort has been as useless to me as a weed.
During the festive season, I always feel that something is missing. Is it a custom? Or is it a memory? Now that I think about it, these are all missing. What is missing even more is the deceased relative, my dearest grandma. It has been more than two years, and it still feels like a dream and refuses to wake up.
It turns out that missing a person or a relative has nothing to do with time. Sample article 3 about homesickness during the Dragon Boat Festival
Every Dragon Boat Festival, homesickness will arise. Maybe it’s the mountains and water in my hometown, and the atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival.
I don’t know when I learned how to make rice dumplings. I was probably still in elementary school. Every year on the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, families in the neighborhood make rice dumplings and help each other, which is especially lively. The adults have to cook rice dumplings, but we children have to go to bed first in order to get up early and go for an outing in the mountains during the Dragon Boat Festival. This morning, you must get up before dawn and go to the mountains to collect baicalensis grass, which is said to be able to cure all diseases. We also need to collect mugwort, yellow flowers, peonies, wild lilies and other wild flowers. When we get home, we put mugwort and colorful paper gourds at the door and windows. We also need to bring colorful threads and sachets around our necks. And the small bamboo shoots are said to be able to get rid of diseases. After returning home, he had to go to the Mudanjiang River to wash his face and bring home a pot of water with a military kettle. Girls like to go to the mountains to pick flowers, bring them back and put them in cans filled with water, so that the flowers can bloom for a longer period of time and add a bit of dazzling beauty to ordinary days.
My two older brothers basically didn’t take me on outings, mainly because they thought I was in the way. When I grow up, I go outing with my friends. Of course, they are all girls of the same age. At that time, the temperature was not as high as it is now. I usually had to put on sweaters and pants when I got up early. It was a bit cold in the mountains. Several friends called each other and happily took each other up the mountain on their bicycles. There are many people on the road, so don’t be afraid of walking at night, they are all outing people.
There are two times that left a deep impression on me. One was when I was in the second grade of junior high school. Six little girls set off at around one o’clock at night and rode three bicycles. Reach the top of Beishan together. Sitting at the highest point on the top of the mountain, overlooking the night view of Mudanjiang City, is a unique experience. The other time was when I was in the third year of junior high school. I joined together with girls of the same age from several schools, about 20 people, gathered at the intersection of Xisan Road and rode a mighty bike to Xishan. That time I went far and picked many flowers, which made me very excited.
Eating rice dumplings has always been my favorite. Perhaps the fragrant smell of lotus leaves is more reminiscent of the Dragon Boat Festival.
When I came to Daqing, there was no Dragon Boat Festival that made me regain my former shadow, because there are no mountains in Daqing, let alone winding rivers.
There are not many friends left who I can contact with when I went hiking with me in the past. That sweet happiness has always been hidden in my heart, and no one has shared it with me. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I feel homesick.
The Dragon Boat Festival is coming, and I write on the screen of my mobile phone:
Every time during the Dragon Boat Festival, I feel homesick
I get up in the morning and go hiking and people are busy
Ai Artemisia flowers are in hand
The rice dumplings and eggs are already fragrant
On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, I went to Daqing with my best friends to pick yellow flowers on the green grassland. The yellow flowers were blooming in full bloom on the grassland of the pasture. The ground expresses the beauty of flowers. When we were picking yellow flowers, we unexpectedly discovered that there were mushrooms on the grassland. It is said that the locals called them "Leiwozi" and said they grew out after thunder. The front of the mushroom is white and relatively flat, and the back is black with even wrinkles. We seemed to be tempted by the "Leiwozi" mushrooms, and we didn't care about the mosquito bites. If the hotel hadn't urged us to go there, we would have picked some more.