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l! Ah! How do you eat Zongzi this noon? I suddenly remembered the sticky Zongye, a little black. There is a white line outside the zongzi. A label is hung on the line, which says “meat zongzi”. I saw it and couldn’t wait to find out where the thread was. As soon as I touched the line, the line stuck to my hand. I pulled it hard and listened to the sound of “bang” it was not packed, the leaves of zongzi were loose, and the triangular Brown zongzi immediately “jumped” in front of me, and the hot air miso came up. At this time, a fragrance floated into my nose. “How fragrant!” I couldn’t help but exclaim, and my stomach was empty. I immediately peeled off the leaves of the zongzi and carefully put the Zongzi on the spoon. Close to the smell, a fragrance came to my nose. One bite down, half of the dumplings are already in the mouth, sticky, chew hard, delicious. At this time, I saw the delicious meat. “Oh!” The meat is tight and stuck in the teeth. So sticky! At this time, my stomach was hungry again, and I ate the whole zongzi in one bite. It’s so sticky and delicious. What a delicious and sticky zongzi! The fifth day of May is the Dragon Boat Festival. On this morning, the weather is sunny and sunny. My parents and I went to Xixi Wetland to watch the dragon boat race. On the way, my father told me the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival: during the spring and Autumn period, the patriotic poet Qu Yuan jumped into the river and died on the fifth day of May. The mon people were very sad. Some threw zongzi into the river, and some rowed boats to disperse fish and shrimp and wouldn’t let them eat Qu Yuan. Later, everyone had to eat zongzi and race dragon boats to memorate him every day. To Xixi wetland, the river is already a sea of people. As soon as the gunshot rang, more than a dozen dragon boats flew on the water like swords, chasing each other. The contestants tried their best and the wooden oars danced up and down with neat and uniform movements. The audience are cheering for their teams, and those who play gongs and drums are also shouting cheers. Not far from the finish line, the crowd was more boiling, and my father and I shouted, “e on! Come on!”. Finally, a dragon boat won the championship. The dragon boat race ended in a happy atmosphere, but the exciting scene was not only in front of me, but also reflected in my heart. At noon, we eat Zongzi in the food street, including bean paste zongzi, meat zongzi, egg yolk zongzi... It’s delicious. On the way, my mother bought a beautiful sachet and hung it on me. I heard it can ward off evil spirits. In this Dragon Boat Festival, I eat zongzi, watch dragon boats, wear incense bags, and know the story of the patriotic poet Qu Yuan. What a harvest! 端午節(jié)手抄報(bào)英語資料【十篇】