Part I Essay 700 Words Describing the Customs of March 3
The annual March 3 is here. March 3 is a traditional grand festival of our Zhuang people. On this day, every family kills chickens and sheep, steams glutinous rice and boils colored eggs.
On the morning of March 3, the day just dawned, my mother has steamed the colorful glutinous rice into a large round basin, steaming like a flower plate. I ate a few mouthfuls of glutinous rice, and then came to my mother to help her choose eggs to cook. Mom said, "When boiling the eggs, don't make the fire too hot so that the eggs don't crack in the pot. When the water boils, you turn the eggs up and down with chopsticks on the side, so that they are subjected to even heat, and the eggs will be safe and sound in the pot." Mom finished and went off to do something else. I cooked the eggs as my mother said, and painted these eggs with colorful colors, yard in the bamboo basket like a basket of colorful shells.
As you know, the Egg Clutching Contest is a fun event for kids on March 3rd. My sister and I picked up a few large and sharp colored eggs and ran towards the village entrance to find our partners to start the egg-touching war.
The village partners also came to the village entrance. Some of us put the egg in the pocket, walking slowly, for fear that the egg in the pocket "fight"; some put the egg into the woolen mesh bag, hanging to the chest; some of the two hands each holding an egg, and ran in a hurry. Touch the egg began, the village entrance suddenly lively, the small friends of this group of that a group of people surrounded by touching the egg than the high and low. "Pah!" An egg was broken, the crowd erupted into a burst of laughter.
My sister and I took four eggs, four duck eggs, and the partners touched up, the results of the three winners and five losers, we touched the broken eggs one by one peeled off the skin and ate. Little friends are also peeling eggs, the guys look at me, I look at you, and then with a hand painted with various colors to wipe the eggs stained on the mouth, smiled.
When we returned home, we saw that mom was putting bowls and plates of steaming fish, meat and vegetables on the table. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. The people at the table ate and drank happily, and the sound of laughter echoed in the house.
Part II describes the March 3 customs of the composition of 700 words
March 3, the Zhuang people's festival, Wuming should be the most lively it. Thousands of people bamboo dance, thousands of people martial arts, thousands of people square dance. The first time I've seen this, I've seen it, and I've seen it. Outside the window, the sky is still hazy, the sky wrapped in this layer of thin 'silk coat, the sky outside recalled a sound of crisp to the amount of chicken, breaking the quiet Wuming, to meet the beginning of the March 3, Meng Meng's slumber has not yet awakened, will ring to meet the March 3 passion.
Ten o'clock or so, the sky touched a trace of colorful clouds, we are in a happy mood, leisurely to the main venue, into the eyes of the bustling streets, bustling stalls vendors, a glance over the sea of people, everyone is wearing their own exclusive clothes, colorful, colorful, colorful, forming the world of colorful, as if the rainbow of general colors. Men and women, old and young, all kinds of people, crowded the whole street. A gust of wind blew, different aromas came to the nose, gently close your eyes, a picture of food came to mind, there are grilled lamb kebabs, grilled squid, grilled chicken, stinky tofu. All kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of things. Treading this brisk pace, with a happy mood, into the world of food, smell the different flavors, as if into the world of food.
The day slowly darkened, touching a layer of thick dark clouds wind as if a naughty little elf, clattering blowing, with the passage of time time by time, the concert has just begun, the sky will be fluttering with a hazy rain, a wisp, a piece of silk, a silk, a strip, a burst. Covered the whole world, our enthusiasm was not wiped out, we did not care much, but. God is so merciless, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, one drop and another drop like bean point, have scattered into the earth, merciless rain, merciless time, merciless world forced us into the tent, helplessness accompanied by, ai ~ I myself sighed softly sighed, I look at the rain with disappointment, I do not know what feelings in my heart.
Time waits for no one, the rain fell for a long time at a time, everything has passed, a thousand people bamboo dance, a thousand people martial arts, a thousand people square dance are gone, hey ~ helpless, we went home with regret. The wind blew regretfully, and everything seemed a little sad.
Part III describes the March 3 customs of the essay 700 words
This year, I went to the countryside for the first time to my grandmother's house to go to the March 3, the third of March on the lunar calendar is the traditional festival of the Zhuang people. The Zhuang people do the five-color glutinous rice is particularly famous, I have heard of it before. As soon as I heard the word "five-color glutinous rice", my mouth was sloppy.
When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I asked my grandmother to demonstrate the procedure of making glutinous rice to me, and she smiled and agreed. At first, Grandma put the maple leaves in the mortar and pounded, dried and dipped into a certain amount of water, Grandma also said that the maple leaves must be soaked until tomorrow to continue to do.
The next day, Grandma fished out the leaf residue and filtered it, (ski essay) and then took out the black dye liquid. The black dye liquid should be put into the pot with the text of water boiled to fifty, sixty degrees, and then the glutinous rice immersed in it. Grandma then extracted the yellow gardenia fruit, and then the yellow gardenia crushed into pieces and then put into the water to soak, you can get yellow-orange miscellaneous liquid.
Immediately after, grandma and with the same species and leaf shape different red and blue grass by boiling and into the red miscellaneous liquid and purple miscellaneous liquid and glutinous rice soaking. Grandma also told me that these plants leaves a little longer, the color is a little darker, cooked out of the color is thicker, soaked out of the rice that is purple; leaves more rounded, lighter color, cooked out of the color is lighter, soaked out of the rice that is bright red. After Grandma so have a talk, I just know: the original plant will have two colors, it is really amazing!
Grandma said, with these miscellaneous soaked glutinous rice were placed in the pot to steam for ten minutes, you can come up with a variety of glutinous rice. I was drooling, I really want to eat five-color glutinous rice soon! But before my grandmother could make the five-color glutinous rice, my neighbor's friends came to ask me to go to the song dike. I was so happy to hear that, because it was my first time to go to a song dike.
My friends and I chatted as we walked. Although I didn't understand a word of the Zhuang language they were speaking, I knew from their eyes and smiles that the Zhuang people are very hospitable, even the children are no exception. Not long after, we came to a dirt slope, only to see a pair of young men and women shoulder to shoulder in the dirt slope song, surrounded by spectators, really lively ah!