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“粽子香，香廚房。艾草香，香滿堂。桃枝插在大門(mén)上，出門(mén)一望麥兒黃。這兒端陽(yáng)，那兒端陽(yáng)，處處都端陽(yáng)�！�
"The rice dumplings, incense kitchen. Wormwood incense, incense mantang. Peach sticks inserted in the door, go out a look at wheat son yellow. Dragon Boat Festival here, where the Dragon Boat Festival, Dragon Boat Festival everywhere."
這是奶奶在端午節(jié)時(shí)教我的歌謠。記得爸爸常跟我說(shuō)起他童年的往事，在他的故事里，端午節(jié)對(duì)他是一個(gè)充滿好奇而又充滿期待的節(jié)日：在初夏那個(gè)節(jié)日的晚上，剝開(kāi)一個(gè)粽子，滿屋飄香，大家圍在一起，小孩纏著大人講那個(gè)熟悉但卻百聽(tīng)不厭的故事：兩千多年以前，古老的中國(guó)戰(zhàn)火紛飛，在農(nóng)歷五月初五的那一天，有一位憂國(guó)憂民的愛(ài)國(guó)詩(shī)人看到自己的國(guó)家面臨著亡國(guó)危運(yùn)，而他心中的抱負(fù)卻無(wú)法實(shí)現(xiàn)，他悲痛欲絕懷抱著石頭投向波濤滾滾的汨羅江，他就是屈原;漁民劃著船，四處尋找他們愛(ài)戴的屈原，他們?yōu)榱俗屗�中的魚(yú)兒不吃掉屈原的身體，就把糯米裹在散發(fā)著清香的竹葉里，投到了江里……每當(dāng)故事講到這時(shí)，大人們總會(huì)指著天空說(shuō)：“你看，天空中那顆最明亮的星星，就是屈原化成的。”而小孩子們便會(huì)抬起頭遙望著那深邃的天空，尋找那顆最明亮的星星。
This is my grandmother taught me during the Dragon Boat Festival. I remember my father often tells me about his childhood, in his story, he is one of the Dragon Boat Festival is full of curiosity and anticipation in the summer holiday: the night of the festival, ripping a zongzi, full house fragrance, everyone gathered together, the child pestering adults about the familiar story but I: two thousand years ago, the ancient China in the flames of war, on the day of May in Chinese lunar calendar, a patriotic poet youguoyoumin see their country faces the subjugation of his heart and dangerous, but can not achieve the ambition, his heart to embrace the stone rolling waves of the Miluo River, he is Qu Yuan; fishermen row the ship, looking for their beloved Qu Yuan, they in order to let the fish in the water do not eat Qu Yuan's body, the fragrance of glutinous rice wrapped in bamboo leaves, into the river...... Whenever the story talked about at this time, people always pointing to the sky said: "you see, the sky in the heart of the brightest stars, Qu Yuan is the formation of." And the children will be looked up at the dark sky, looking for the brightest stars.
又到一年粽飄香，你是否對(duì)端午節(jié)有所期待呢?吃著粽子，是否能吃出粽子中的那段故事?遙望天空，隔著籠罩著的蒙蒙工業(yè)霧氣，是否還能望得見(jiàn)天上那顆閃耀的星星?
Dumplings and fragrance to a year, whether you for the Dragon Boat Festival has been looking forward to it? Eating rice dumplings, whether to eat rice dumplings in that story? The sky look into the distance, across the shrouded misty industrial fog, whether it can look to see the stars in the sky shining?
高樓大廈平地而起，大片的麥田消失了，在城市的邊緣，我們已經(jīng)很難看見(jiàn)“出門(mén)一望麥兒黃”的景象了。是啊，時(shí)空的變換，端午節(jié)是否也在這鋼筋水泥的擠壓中越走越遠(yuǎn)呢?喧鬧的城市，承載著人們太多的欲望，父輩們的歡樂(lè)，是否已淹沒(méi)在城市的閃爍的霓虹燈中了呢?
Tall buildings, and from the ground, large fields of wheat disappeared, at the edge of the city, we have very hard to see "go out and see the son Huang" scene of the. Yes, the transformation of time and space, the Dragon Boat Festival whether in the steel and concrete extrusion Vietnam go farther?? the hustle and bustle of the city, carrying too many people desire, the joy of their parents whether they have been immersed in the city of neon lights flashing in the?
我們已經(jīng)不能理解父輩們少時(shí)的期待了，只要我想，隨時(shí)都可以吃到各式各樣的粽子，而粽子的味道似乎也越來(lái)也乏味，而我們感興趣的是笑容可掬的麥當(dāng)勞叔叔，那慈眉善目的肯德雞爺爺;我們也對(duì)那古老的故事也缺乏興趣了，只要我想，我隨時(shí)可以在網(wǎng)上看米老鼠和唐老鴨!對(duì)奶奶教我的歌謠，我也覺(jué)得有些老土，只要我想，我隨時(shí)可以在我的MP3播放器中錄制各類(lèi)搖滾歌曲!
We have fewer parents can not understand the expectation is, as long as I want, will always be able to eat all kinds of dumplings, and rice dumplings taste seems to be becoming boring also, and we are interested in is the Ronald McDonald smiling, that benign grandfather KFC; we are also the oldest story that is also a lack of interest, as long as I want, I can always see Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck online! To my grandmother taught me the songs, I also feel a little old-fashioned, as long as I want, I can always in my MP3 player to record all types of rock songs!
然而，我們沒(méi)有感到缺少了一些什么嗎?我們似乎缺少了一些快樂(lè)，缺少了一些向往，缺少了一些責(zé)任。在喧鬧中，我們正在迷失方向!
However, we do not feel lack of something? We seem to lack a number of happiness, the lack of some yearning, the lack of some responsibility. In the bustle, we are losing our way.!