Dragon Boat Festival has been a festive day for eating zongzi and rowing dragon boats since ancient times. Therefore, on the Dragon Boat Festival, we will eat zongzi and row dragon boats. The following is a 700-word example of writing Dragon Boat Festival that I collected for you. I hope you like it.
Write the composition of Dragon Boat Festival in 700 words: 1 "May 5th is Duanyang. The door is full of incense. Eat zongzi and sprinkle sugar. The dragon boat is in the water. " Hearing this nursery rhyme reminds me of the Dragon Boat Festival. On the fifth day of May every year, it is a traditional festival in China-Dragon Boat Festival.
More than two thousand years ago, Qu Yuan, a great patriotic poet, sighed at the Guluo River and plunged into the rapids. More than two thousand years later, the fifth day of May became a traditional festival-Dragon Boat Festival. People wrapped zongzi, rowed dragon boats and boiled eggs to commemorate this great patriotic poet in various ways.
As early as a long time ago, people stopped throwing zongzi into the river. Now the Dragon Boat Festival has become a family reunion and delicious festival.
Southerners eat meat dumplings and put a piece of fat in milky glutinous rice balls. I don't like the taste of jiaozi. The greasy smell masked the lightness of glutinous rice and lost the original flavor of jiaozi.
The dumplings in my hometown are very fragrant, so it is easier to taste Qu Yuan's clear and true thoughts without modification. Dry reeds are wrapped in fragrant glutinous rice. Occasionally, my mother will put a sweet jujube into it, fold it into a cone, tie a slender reed pole and put it into a shiny porcelain plate. Watching the boiling water in the pot set off white waves, such as the roar of the dragon king, the waves rose again and again, and the porcelain plate at the oblique end was submerged by the waves. My mother picked up the lid on the stove, gently buckled it, and cried:
The pain is always long, until the fire goes out, the reed stems become black and soft, and the brown leaves are oily and green, which is quite appetizing. Put the fish into the dish, loosen the shackles on the palm leaves, grab chopsticks, hold one end of the palm leaves, and slowly remove the glutinous rice as white as jade from the palm leaves. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Under the dark green leaves, the smooth body of glutinous rice is whiter and brighter.
Put them on the plate and gently put them on the table. The family sat around the square table, and Fluttershy and sugar were placed in front of them. Adults attached a glass of white wine, picked up zongzi dipped in a little sugar, and pulled up a family with the spicy taste of white wine. The fatigue of daily work was dispelled, as if returning to an ancient small home. The food is simple, but full of true feelings. I have always felt that this is the life that Mr. Qu Yuan yearns for. My mouth is full of sweetness, um, the smell of Dragon Boat Festival.
Even though time is getting older and years are getting older, we are getting older, but one thing will last forever, that is, the traditional festivals of the motherland, the wishes of our ancestors, our harmony will never disappear, and the flavor of the Dragon Boat Festival and the taste of true feelings will never change.
Write the second article of the 700-word Dragon Boat Festival, "Dragon Boat Festival is divided into two parts, and it is widely rumored that it is Qu Yuan through the ages". Today is a traditional festival in China.
My parents and I came to my grandmother's house for the Dragon Boat Festival. Grandma has been waiting for us for a long time. As soon as I opened the car door, she came over and hugged me with a smile and said, "My granddaughter has grown taller again!" " "When I walked into grandma's house, I smelled a faint plant fragrance and kept exploring the kitchen. Grandpa is making zongzi. I quickly ran to my grandfather and said, "Grandpa, I want to make zongzi, too. "Grandpa smiled and said," OK, OK, I'll teach you how to make it, but this zongzi is not easy to wrap. You have to look carefully! ""So Grandpa picked up the leaves, rolled them into a funnel shape from the middle, and then put rice into the leaves with a spoon, almost half full. Grandpa scooped up a red jujube and embedded it in it, and then stuffed some glutinous rice in the leaves. Then he folded the leaves in and wrapped the wrapped jiaozi with red thread. "The most important thing is to roll them tightly, otherwise the rice will leak out and stick to the pot." Grandpa showed me, pulled the rope hard, and finally tied a knot. A round zongzi in dark green clothes is finished. I rolled up the leaves like my grandfather. Soon, grandpa and I made a big plate of zongzi. Grandpa carefully put the zongzi into the pot and steamed it for a while. A fresh smell floated out of the pot and filled the whole kitchen. After cooking all morning, zongzi came out. At this time, the aunts came, and the grandfather's house, which was usually deserted, suddenly became lively. We had a great time eating and talking.
Suddenly my grandfather asked me, "Manjia, do you know how this Dragon Boat Festival came about?" "Of course I know!" I replied excitedly, "There was a patriotic poet named Qu Yuan in ancient times. When he saw his country being invaded by the enemy, he couldn't bear to see it become like this. Finally, he threw himself into the Miluo River to show his patriotic determination. People didn't want him to die, so they rowed to salvage Qu Yuan. They were afraid that dragons and fish and shrimp in the river would eat his body, so they threw food into the river, hoping that they wouldn't eat Qu Yuan's body. Later, people wrapped food in leaves and threw it into the river. This is how the custom of eating zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival came about. " After listening to my explanation, everyone praised me as a knowledgeable little talented woman.
As a traditional festival in China, the Dragon Boat Festival has actually evolved into a family reunion and relaxation festival with the changes of the times.
Write an essay about the Dragon Boat Festival in 700 words 3 This year, I only spent a different Dragon Boat Festival.
At half past one in the afternoon, each of us put on a yellow school uniform and waited excitedly in the classroom.
Set out, our "Huang Jun" came to Fulan Castle in a mighty way. Pushing open the door, a fragrance came to my nose. It turned out that the staff carefully inserted wormwood and calamus beside the stairs, which made us feel a strong Dragon Boat Festival atmosphere.
Walking to the second floor, the teacher motioned for us to find a place to sit. Through the screen, we saw the beautiful words "Dragon Boat Festival is deep, wormwood grows fragrant". With melodious national music, the whole hall was immersed in the festive atmosphere. Later, the teacher told us the story of Qu Yuan and the Dragon Boat Festival series culture, which benefited us a lot.
"Wearing sachets is an important custom of the Dragon Boat Festival." When the teacher talked about this, Teacher Yang brought many sachets and gave one to everyone. I took a green one, because green is the mother of nature, and it helps you to be more careful in your study and life and keep moving forward towards the goal in your heart. The competition for making sachets began, and all the children and parents ran to a marble table at the speed of "cheetah". There are three boxes of medicinal materials on the table, namely Artemisia argyi, Acorus calamus and mint. Willy-nilly, I grabbed one of the three baskets, stuffed it into my sachet, and then squeezed out the crowd at the speed of light and returned to my seat. I smell it. Wow! It smells so good. It's really a delicate sachet!
Next, let's read the classics together. This is Qu Yuan's masterpiece Li Sao. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, but this is Xiu Yuan, and I want to go up and down! Poems with lofty sentiments have been deeply imprinted in my mind and cannot be erased.
Finally, there is our favorite link-happy treasure hunt. The teacher took a steak coupon and said, "There are many such treasures hidden in boxes 3, 4 and 5, especially free coupons. Let's start the treasure hunt! " The words sound just fell and the crowd instantly turned into several rapids and rushed into three boxes. I walked up to the teacher and said, "Teacher, let me see the treasure!" " "I snatched the ticket from the teacher before she could speak. The teacher smiled and said, "You were so clever in the question-and-answer session just now! Reward you! "
Ah! This year's Dragon Boat Festival is really fun!
Write a composition about the Dragon Boat Festival, 700 words. 4 "The festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, which is said to be Qu Yuan. It is ridiculous that the Chu River is empty and cannot be washed directly. " Dragon Boat Festival is coming. I think everyone still remembers the Dragon Boat Festival last year! Now let me introduce the Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown! My hometown _ _, located in the northwest of the motherland, is an ancient city with a long history, but now it is only a small town with little knowledge. There, people pay attention to steaming clouds in the morning and evening, romantic moon at four o'clock, and don't care much about the small Dragon Boat Festival; Here, people yearn for the glitz of the city and the ecstasy of life, while ignoring small towns. They all like the beautiful things in their minds, but they don't know that the Dragon Boat Festival is also very lively in this border town.
The customs of Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown can be described as varied. Insert dogwood. A few days before the Dragon Boat Festival, people will put a horn (or wicker) on the lintel, which is said to ward off evil spirits. Wear sachets. Adults sew small cloth bags with cloth, and wrap wormwood, Atractylodes macrocephala, Radix Isatidis and other medicinal materials inside, so that children can wear them under their necks or tie them around their waists, which can enhance their immunity. Hometown is short of water, unlike Jiangnan and other places to row dragon boats. In my hometown, the most typical custom is to eat zongzi (some places eat oil cakes). Wash the glutinous rice, mix it with a bag, make it into a triangular cone with brown leaves, and steam it to make a fragrant and sweet zongzi. Yongchang is particular about eating zongzi, that is, offering sacrifices to Qu Yuan and ancestors before eating.
I like zongzi best. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I am always full until I can't eat any more. The zongzi made by my mother is delicious. Gently tear open the palm leaves to reveal a white glutinous rice cake. I couldn't help taking a bite, and the sweet juice overflowed into my mouth. That feeling is simply wonderful. Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. I am used to eating zongzi wrapped by my mother, but I always feel a little dry when I eat zongzi wrapped by others, which is not as fragrant and tender as that wrapped by my mother.
Somehow, I feel this way every time I eat zongzi. Delicious glutinous rice, fragrant, seems to have risen from Qu Yuan, the immortal hero of success and failure, and he himself seems to have returned to the lost state of Chu for thousands of years. I can't help sneering at the meanness of Shanxi merchants, Zhang Yi and Zheng Xiu, and I was deeply impressed by Qu Yuan's integrity. What is a hero? Life and death are rich, swallowing mountains and rivers? Jin Ge Ma Tie, screaming at the sky? Neither! Instead, I smiled and lamented proudly. Ninety thousand Li Fengpeng is a positive move! Vaguely, it seems that you have thrown endless destruction into the rolling Miluo River, and only a trickle repeats the constant dawn. Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward! Your thoughts can devour the sun and the moon, but they can become stars! The whole world is beautiful because of you! What you can't keep is the skirt of the years, the short skirt of clothes and the pursuit of truth. ...
Suddenly, everything disappeared, leaving only the elegant dining table. It turned out that the zongzi in my hand had been finished, and I realized that wealth and fame were fleeting, and the king dominated the Ganges, leaving nothing at last, sighing and sinking ...
Zongzi is in my mouth, my mother is around, and my hometown is in my heart.
Write an essay about the Dragon Boat Festival in 700 words. Whenever I come into contact with words describing the festive atmosphere, my heart is always empty. I think that's a pity.
Growing up, I have never had a very formal Dragon Boat Festival, and naturally I can't find a deep memory of it. In fact, I am really eager to spend a festive time in the countryside, watch those special dances, experience their unique customs and appreciate their national costumes. Suddenly I feel that it is a kind of happiness, pure natural, and it automatically filters out the dust in the city, which is a heartfelt enjoyment. Is this really what happened? The unique memory of the Chinese nation and the festival style drawn up by our ancestors are fairy tales belonging to the motherland?
When I was a child, I always felt the arrival of the Dragon Boat Festival when I saw the delicious zongzi on the dining table. Most zongzi wrapped in big dark green leaves are given by parents. Not surprisingly, in this era, young people almost never "inherited" the way of remembering Qu Yuan left by their ancestors. When I was a child, I once asked my mother about the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival. She just smiled and gave a rough description in fluent Mandarin. Her tone is dull, but there is no flashing light in her eyes. I think maybe this festival is not enough to arouse the interest of adults.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, my parents took part in the dragon boat race, and the adults all wore bright red and green clothes, which were extremely gorgeous. I finally feel the festive atmosphere. When I watched the beautiful dragon boat chasing on the river, I cried myself hoarse. Dad, their team finally got good grades. To celebrate, our family decided to have a good meal, but somehow we walked into a high-end western restaurant. Holding a knife and fork really doesn't like the food in front of you. I imagined a family making zongzi in the kitchen, wrapped in festive atmosphere and busy. But finally there is no such Dragon Boat Festival, and I've always wanted to try my own dumplings.
Now, in the second day of junior high school, when the Chinese teacher arranged this theme, I was surprised to find that there were too few memories about it in my mind. Even if some fragments are left, it is only a deep regret. Bright childhood is not mixed with special memories of Dragon Boat Festival. In fact, I wanted to cry and pour out my memories, but I found nothing. About festivals, my brain is full of memories of Christmas, children and Valentine's Day. They are like beautiful candy wrappers, but the inside is blank.
Sorry, teacher, I really have nothing to write. In this colorful society, I forgot this festival and didn't even write down the date.
How much I want to have a decent Dragon Boat Festival now, to be with my family and be carefree. But when I look at today's education field, which seems to regard learning as everything, I think I may never live the day I have imagined countless times. I gave a wry smile. Is that school on holiday? It's a holiday, won't there be homework? Even if there is no homework, will my parents still have leisure to throw zongzi with me by the river and talk about Qu Yuan? A bunch of question marks, but I can't get a satisfactory answer.
I wonder if those beautiful things that have passed away will become my eternal search? I don't want to be separated from the happiness of the Dragon Boat Festival. Who can take me to teach me to sing simple songs and hug me into the arms of ancient culture? ...