“百里不同风，千里不同俗。”中国地大物博，每个地区都有不同的传统习俗，例如秭归的端午，这个辗转过2300年历史的传统节日在秭归比过年还重要，浓郁的端午气氛使人陶醉其中。
There are different winds and customs in a hundred miles, and different customs in a thousand miles. China is vast and diverse, with different traditional customs in each region. For example, the Dragon Boat Festival in Zigui, which has a history of 2300 years, is more important than the Chinese New Year in Zigui. The rich atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival makes people intoxicated.
早上朦胧醒来时，糯米掺着竹叶的清香顺着风飘入我的鼻腔中，肚子“咕咕”的叫着，我猛然清醒，想起今天是端午节，便一摇一晃的揉着眼睛朝厨房走去，外婆正在夹热气飘飘的粽子，右手边是散落的竹叶和白糯米——在秭归几乎家家户户都亲手包粽子。
When I woke up in the morning, the smell of glutinous rice mixed with bamboo leaves floated into my nasal cavity along the wind. My stomach was "gurgling", and I suddenly woke up. Remembering that it was Loong Boat Festival today, I shook my eyes and walked towards the kitchen. Grandma was holding hot Zongzi, and on my right hand were scattered bamboo leaves and white glutinous rice. Almost every household in Zigui made Zongzi with their own hands.
“醒啦！快来吃粽子吧！”我顿时眼睛都亮了，“好！”，轻轻揭开青绿色的外衣露出那黏糯的甜粽，搭配着盐蛋和大蒜那才叫一个地道！直到肚子吃的圆滚滚的，才满意的擦了擦嘴。
"Wake up! Come and eat Zongzi!" My eyes suddenly lit up, "OK!" I gently opened the green coat to reveal the sticky sweet zongzi, which is a real thing with salt eggs and garlic! It wasn't until my stomach was plump that I satisfactorily wiped my mouth.
吃完粽子的下一个环节便是点雄黄酒了。端午前后气候炎热，蚊虫肆虐，而雄黄酒恰恰治毒虫，因此流行起来。外婆滴了些在手指上，将冰冰凉凉的雄黄酒抹到我耳朵上，浓烈的酒香在空气中蔓延开来。
The next step after eating Zongzi is to order realgar wine. The climate is hot before and after the Dragon Boat Festival, and mosquitoes and insects are rampant. However, realgar wine precisely treats poisonous insects, so it became popular. Grandma dripped some onto her fingers and applied the cold realgar wine to my ears, and the strong aroma of the wine spread in the air.
从外地慕名而来的人们，除了赶赴屈原庙会的热闹，便是去感受划龙舟现场的精彩了。出门时正巧一阵清风拂来，伴随着阵阵艾草香。外场人山人海，贩摊边上人声鼎沸，江边石栏上只见一颗颗黑脑袋，目光所到之处全然一派繁荣。周围充斥着吆喝声，江上的划舟队员们动作整齐划一，声音雄厚有力，在一旁观看的我也不禁投入其中……
In addition to the bustle of Quyuan Temple Fair, people from other places came to experience the wonderful scene of Loong Boat rowing. Just as I was leaving, a gentle breeze blew by, accompanied by bursts of mugwort fragrance. There were a sea of people outside, with bustling voices at the vendors' stalls and black heads visible on the stone railings by the river. Everywhere their gaze went, everything was filled with prosperity. The surroundings were filled with shouts and shouts, and the rowers on the river moved in unison with strong and powerful voices. As I watched from the side, I couldn't help but immerse myself in them
又是一年端阳节，阔别已久的秭归小镇，伴随着我的长大，模糊在了记忆中，思念是蒙蒙细雨，一点一点，不经意间已深入骨髓，使我只得默默隔着时间的沟壑与过去相望。
It's another year of Duanyang Festival, and the long lost town of Zigui has been blurred in my memory as I grew up. Missing each other is like a drizzle, and little by little, it has inadvertently penetrated deep into my bones, making me silently face the past through the ravine of time.
梦回端午无限好，只是不在旧乡中。
Dreaming back to the Dragon Boat Festival is infinitely good, just not in the old hometown.