“粽子香,香满庄;艾草香,香满房。艾条插在大门上,糯米粽子在家乡。”端午又至,故乡那艾草和米粽的清香,沿着乡音,一路飘进我的心上。都说端午时节粽子香,可再香也香不过记忆中母亲包的粽子。母亲那双粗糙却又灵巧的手,总能包出粽子的亲情和对儿女们的牵挂。小时候,每逢端午来临,母亲就会提前准备好枣、鸡蛋、红糖,泡上糯米和粽叶。父亲因为临近麦收,忙着磨镰刀,收拾小推 Sticks in the door, sticky rice dumplings in his hometown. “” Dragon Boat Festival to hometown that wormwood and rice dumplings fragrance, along the accent, all the way to float Into my heart. Dragon Boat Festival are saying that the incense sticks, fragrant incense, but the memory of the mother package dumplings. Mother’s pair of rough but dexterous hands, always wrapped up the family dumplings and children’s care. As a child, every Dragon Boat Festival approaching, the mother will be prepared in advance dates, eggs, brown sugar, soaked in glutinous rice and bamboo leaves. My father was near the wheat harvest, busy grinding sickle, clean up the small push