Buns Xiangpiao Dragon Boat Festival

Although the memory chanel evening handbags bags 46520 red more than when the lock box, but each to see the folks who received the wheat, I think of a child often sang "Mr Wong to Xiaoman night, playing through Dragon Boat Festival, wheat flour," the saying goes, as if to smell the aroma of a Unit buns .

I was a kid, it was a lack of age eat less clothing. After wheat harvest, three meals a day with the flour of the "pan-child claim" drunk people hungry, and only in the Dragon Boat Festival to eat tasty buns, so hope over Chinese New Year Dragon Boat Festival the same as hope.

Dragon moncler mens vest tibet purple Boat Festival the previous day morning, the mother of the corner cupboard from the food store last year and pulled out the "old faces" (fermented surface), placed in a small bowl with warm water to dissolve it. In the evening, and then said that the new grind out several kilograms of flour and noodles, poured into bowl, then add a little bit of the old surface water into the flour. Mother dough, we will find a small stool several siblings, sitting beside her, watching her busy, and occasionally help her to fight along the way, give her more water or something. While, wet and dry flour uneven pair of dexterous hands of the mother mixing churn, the pelvic floor bare, bare dough. Mother dip gently to the flour dough residue on the fingers of one click, and turned and went, a little on my forehead, said: "Well, tomorrow morning when the cattle, pick some more buns leaves back, I guarantee you bun." Said strike the lid to catch our reluctant to go to sleep.

Dragon Boat Festival here in addition to the custom of iris insertion, hanging wormwood, wearing sachets, drinking realgar wine, boiled red eggs, the Dragon Boat Festival is said to be pure heart and eyesight the morning dew, so this mid-morning, my father would urge me to get up early to put cattle, repeatedly told that I have to pick the most lush grass Office of Clean, Ju Yipeng dew to wash your face.

Dawn East flops are chanel coco bags 1116 red often the time, I go with partners and small cattle. After the exceptionally beautiful mountains in early summer, dew Mu Castle, cool fog roll yarn, grass Zashu, spotless, cozy green. I pull in the horns on the rope cattle, cattle eye look at me, go and look at their own grass to go. I washed the face with dew, it will string together over the knee trousers, bare feet cool in the eventual heavy dew to pick leaves were broad oval leaves of Polygonum large, we call it bun tree. Brilliance of the sun bathed the whole hill, and I washed with a small wire to the green dew fresh steamed leaves strung around your neck, stepping on the old buffalo horn fed belly, thick neck and climbed down it, Cattle on hand to lay a quick photo ass cow, cow "moo -" to call out, I am proud to sing songs to drive home.

Mother-to-back buns I picked leaves, pads on the cage below the buns. Cage steam, the steaming hot Full House released into the atmosphere, delicious ah. I unintentionally eaves on the wormwood, follow the scent, standing stove side, staring at the steamer, fabulous. Buns finally cooked, and the mother opened the steamer, fragrance nostrils. When the mother leaves loaded with a sticky bun bun twist to the basket, I could not wait to start with the sticky buns at the top leaves to his mouth. "Starve it?" Greedy like to see my mother made exasperation, raised his hand. I still devoured Lower Dir a bun, and hand grip back to the second bun. Then the father spoke up: "let each person try a fresh bar, Xiaowa caring people to learn. Go! Give the neighbors try to send a few buns. So good, then eat steaming pot." To So I put down blushing buns, steamed buns filled with large plate carrying out of the house.

This time, full Wan sub courtyard Lane head, steamed buns filled with shuttle to send a child figure, door to door call out the noises sound just came out around buns filled with a rich fragrance. Each send one, I will get a gift a red egg. So I came home and saw the addition of a number of scoops on a different color pattern buns.

This is my home town thirty years ago the Dragon Boat Festival. Today, much higher standard of living, lack of fine food, never mouth stimulation, various flavors of food, supermarket, food market has everything, you can not sugar sweet, not sweet you can add spices, can be the kind of primitive, natural fragrance, it concentrated strong family taste, gradually left me. But I still long for the crisp early morning dew, the young fashion nostalgia's color line with Red Eggs egg baskets hanging chest, realgar painted ears, neighbors each sending a traditional festive atmosphere buns.