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Post by account_disabled on Feb 16, 2024 23:40:21 GMT -6
The gentle evening breeze on a summer night; the faint fragrance of mugwort; and grandma's comfortable embrace are childhood memories that I will never forget. It’s the Dragon Boat Festival again, but grandma has already left us. Crossing the river of time, in the haze, I seemed to see my grandma carrying a basket of fresh mugwort, walking on the intestine-like field path, with a harvest smile on her face. .. The fragrance of wormwood Text/Zhu Qiong The Dragon Boat Festival is Japan Phone Number List approaching, and the number of vehicles passing through the toll station is increasing day by day. The canteen has already prepared several kinds of meat and vegetable rice dumplings for everyone to try. Salted eggs and preserved eggs are also on the table. Maybe on the fifth day of May, I can make an appointment with my colleagues to watch the dragon boat race in Xiaochi. We who cannot go home to celebrate the festival because we stick to our posts can also have a lively and colorful festival here. When I saw mugwort in the carriage of the car where I got my card, I felt a sense of sadness. The slightly bitter fragrance of mugwort drifting through the car window evoked many memories of my grandfather and the scenes of spending summers in the countryside when I was a child. On the Dragon Boat Festival, in the city, people eat rice dumplings, drink rice wine and row dragon boats. In my hometown, perhaps because of the mountainous terrain, there are no geographical conditions for rice dumplings. Only putting mugwort and hanging
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