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Chinese festival in May of the lunar calendar every year. At this time of year, I talk to my aunt. Grandma makes zongzi together. It’s delicious. Take some mung beans first. Salted eggs. pork. Glutinous rice. Wrap it with lotus leaves and tie it with straw ropes. It feels like doing manual work. We wore aprons to make zongzi and chatted while making zongzi. It made us sweat. But our faces are still smiling. We feel very happy. Zongzi are placed in my sight one by one. I don’t think it’s easy to make a zongzi. In the evening, we invited many relatives and friends to our house. Warm and hospitable. How happy we invited our relatives and friends to chat with my family. We eat together and play mahjong together. Finally, we took out zongzi and gave it to everyone. Look how happy everyone is eating. They all appreciate the delicious zongzi we made. Early in the morning, we came to the jade lake and saw many people climbing dragon boats. The crowd sat beside the dragon boat. Slide the Dragon Boat neatly and vigorously to make it more magical. When the dragon boat sails. People cheered on the shore. We are really happy on the Dragon Boat Festival. At the same time, our people are also very happy. The Dragon Boat Festival makes the world colorful. This is the traditional Chinese festival I wrote the Dragon Boat Festival. On Sunday morning, I saw my mother sitting in the living room humming a tune while making zongzi. I think my mother began to make zongzi before the Dragon Boat Festival. Suddenly, my mouth was drooling and my stomach couldn’t help beating drums. Mother smiled and said, “I’m hungry!” I said awkwardly, “well, yes.” Looking at my mother making zongzi, I quickly started to help. First cut off the thick stems of zongzi, and then neatly stack the cut leaves one by one. Mother rolled the assembly into a cone, grabbed a handful of rice, poked it twice with chopsticks, put a red jujube in it, grabbed some rice, pressed it tightly with her hand, closed the “cover” and tied it up with zongzi rope. In this way, a green zongzi is pleted, wrapped one by one, like a string of green firecrackers and a string of green pepper. It’s really cute! I also picked up a leaf and began to wrap it like my mother, but it couldn’t be wrapped well. My mother shouted impatiently, “don’t help, it’s something to eat. Can you eat if it’s dirty? Go back to the room and read.” I put down the bad zongzi, pursed my mouth and w