每次过了春节,我就开始盼了,盼端午节也快快的来。盼着盼着,它就来了,没有一丁点儿的腼腆,也没有丝毫的急切,更没有向谁打过招呼,就那么自然地、理所当然地来了。大街小巷、家家户户,每个角落都弥漫着端午的味道:甜甜的、清新的、浓浓的。我家的端午过得虽平淡,但却开心、幸福。从我记事开始,每年临近农历五月,母亲就开始着手准备端午节的吃食:粽子。每逢包粽子的时候,我最喜欢在母亲身边转来转去,名义上说是帮忙,实际上是想借机偷吃碗里的馅。那拌了蜂蜜的大枣干 Every time after the Spring Festival, I began to look forward to, hope Dragon Boat Festival also come quickly. Looking forward to hope, it came, without a little bit of grudges, nor the slightest urgency, but did not say hello to anyone, so naturally, of course, came. The streets, every household, every corner filled with the taste of Dragon Boat Festival: sweet, fresh, thick. My family’s Dragon Boat Festival, though dull, but happy, happy. Starting from my memo, approaching Lunar New Year in May each year, my mother started to prepare for the Dragon Boat Festival food: dumplings. Whenever rice dumplings, I most like to turn around the mother, nominally help, in fact, want to take the opportunity to steal the stuffing in the bowl. That jujube mix dried honey