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0每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个男孩在端午节这天，从五色线、艾草和粽子中，慢慢懂得了古老心愿的意义，也记住了奶奶的温暖。
On the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, Xiaoman woke up and found a five color thread tied around his wrist
Red, yellow, blue, white, and black, the thin threads twisted together, resting against his skin, a little itchy
He frowned and asked his grandma, "Why do we have to tie this on every year I'm not a zongzi"
Grandma was in the kitchen, washing bamboo leaves
The green leaves floated in the water basin, like little boats
She did not answer right away
She just handed a leaf to Xiaoman for him to smell
The scent was very fresh, carrying the fragrance of grass and rain
Grandma said, "The Dragon Boat Festival falls on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month
Long ago, people believed that when the fifth month arrived, the weather grew hot, insects multiplied, and people fell ill more easily
So they would hang mugwort and calamus at the door, wear sachets, and tie five color threads around children's wrists
It was not for decoration
It was to keep peace and safety close by"
Xiaoman ran to the door and sure enough, he saw a bundle of mugwort tucked above the doorframe
When the wind blew, the tips of the leaves swayed gently, as if standing guard for the home
The water in the pot began to bubble
Grandma wrapped glutinous rice, red dates, and red bean paste into the bamboo leaves, bit by bit
Her hands were steady
As she wound the string around, the zongzi took shape in her palm, forming a tiny pointed corner
Xiaoman asked, "Then why do we eat zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival"
Grandma said, "There are many stories
The best known one is that people do this to honor Qu Yuan
Legend says that after he threw himself into the river, the common people rowed their boats to search for him and threw balls of rice into the water, hoping the fish and shrimp would not harm his body
Over time, the rowing became dragon boat racing, and the rice balls slowly became zongzi"
Xiaoman looked down at the white steam rising from the edge of the pot
So a zongzi was not just rice and dates
Inside it was also the heart of people from long ago, who wanted to hold on to someone they loved
At noon, the sound of dragon boat drums came from far away
Boom, boom, boom
Xiaoman stood by the window and listened
The sound did not feel like a race to him
It felt more like many people searching together across the water
Grandma placed the cooked zongzi into a bowl
When she unwrapped the leaves, steam rose into the air, and the glutinous rice glistened
Xiaoman took a bite, and the sweetness melted slowly on his tongue
Suddenly, he did not want to cut off the five color thread anymore
Grandma said, "In our hometown, when the first rain after the Dragon Boat Festival comes, you can take off the thread and place it by the water
The old folks say the rain will carry away all the bad things"
A few days later, the first rain really did fall
Xiaoman stood under the eaves and gently untied the five color thread
Rainwater flowed along the roof tiles into a thin little stream
He placed the thread into it and watched it drift slowly away
In that moment, he felt he understood the Dragon Boat Festival
It was not a big holiday, nor a distant legend
It was the bundle of mugwort at the door, the zongzi in the pot, the tiny thread around a wrist
It was grown ups quietly tying an ancient wish onto a child
