Post by account_disabled on Feb 17, 2024 0:39:11 GMT -5
From mugwort, we can smell the ancient times and the breath of our ancestors at any time. When I was a child, I grew mugwort. It seems that the growth of mugwort does not need to be managed, and no one usually pays attention to it. The Dragon Boat Festival is here, and I need to collect mugwort, only to find that it is already flourishing, just like I accidentally discovered it today. I remember that my grandmother liked to make ropes out of mugwort and use them after drying to repel mosquitoes. In the long summer nights, the dense fragrance of mugwort has always been with me.
I listened to my old grandmother talking about Qu Yuan in the Japan Phone Number List fragrance of mugwort and why I eat rice dumplings. The moxa ropes flicker and flicker, as if echoing the twinkling stars. Qu Yuan stands on a distant boat, holding moxa in his hand. What I couldn't understand at the time was why he had to throw himself into the river. The wormwood is green, entangled in the thoughts of many people, and also calling for the return of a culture. Dragon Boat Festival Wormwood Fragrance Text/Zhong Ruihua I grew up surrounded by lush wormwood in my childhood. In my hometown in the countryside, mugwort is a very common plant.
Every summer, they are scattered in the village, standing on the banks of water, streams, and rivers. They grow on the vicissitudes of door lintels; they also grow on every villager's head. heart. On the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, just after dawn, grandma took us to the river to pick mugwort and calamus. We took sickles and bamboo baskets and ran out of the house quickly. Breathing in the fresh morning air, jumping on the long field ridge, I felt relaxed and happy. When I came to the river embankment, quiet, and fish were jumping and frogs were croaking.
I listened to my old grandmother talking about Qu Yuan in the Japan Phone Number List fragrance of mugwort and why I eat rice dumplings. The moxa ropes flicker and flicker, as if echoing the twinkling stars. Qu Yuan stands on a distant boat, holding moxa in his hand. What I couldn't understand at the time was why he had to throw himself into the river. The wormwood is green, entangled in the thoughts of many people, and also calling for the return of a culture. Dragon Boat Festival Wormwood Fragrance Text/Zhong Ruihua I grew up surrounded by lush wormwood in my childhood. In my hometown in the countryside, mugwort is a very common plant.
Every summer, they are scattered in the village, standing on the banks of water, streams, and rivers. They grow on the vicissitudes of door lintels; they also grow on every villager's head. heart. On the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, just after dawn, grandma took us to the river to pick mugwort and calamus. We took sickles and bamboo baskets and ran out of the house quickly. Breathing in the fresh morning air, jumping on the long field ridge, I felt relaxed and happy. When I came to the river embankment, quiet, and fish were jumping and frogs were croaking.