Essays on Ai's Prose

It was an early summer five years ago. I came home from work and took out my key to open the door. Suddenly, a strong fragrance came to the nose. I looked up and saw a bunch of green wormwood inserted obliquely on the door, with several green sword-like calamus in the middle.

Oh, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming! Our riverside city is known as the custom of inserting moxa in the Dragon Boat Festival.

Who inserted this? I just moved into my new house soon. Is it a property management company? Because there is a pile of wormwood on the neighbor's door opposite my house. As soon as the Dragon Boat Festival is over, the planting of wormwood will gradually fade away. Every day after work, there is always a faint scent of wormwood when I go out and enter the door.

I always don't mind traditional festivals except the Spring Festival. It is another Duanyang Festival, which coincides with the weekend. When I came back from the supermarket to buy food, I saw my neighbor, Accountant Zhao, standing on tiptoe and sticking moxa sticks in front of my house. Accountant Zhao is short-sighted, weak and incompetent. It's hard to fix the moxa stick with a rope, but she does it so seriously. Although we are close neighbors, we have little contact on weekdays. At that moment, I was really touched, and the feelings between the neighbors seemed to be a lot closer at once. After all, Accountant Zhao is sixty years old! I remember standing in the corridor and saying a lot of thanks, but she went over and said, "It's fate to be a neighbor!" " Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and it is a kind of harmony for everyone to live together. "

Since then, our two families have gone more and more. In the past, we used to say hello to each other when we went out. Several times when I was not at home, they even gave me the key. Later, I thought, next year's Dragon Boat Festival, I must remember to put a bunch of wormwood in front of her house, not for anything else, just to show respect for the elderly. But by the next year's Dragon Boat Festival, I had forgotten about buying Ai in Java. Looking at my door, there was already a thick Ai Xiang flowing.

Only one year later, I finally got what I wanted to say. That year, Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhao both went to Hangzhou, because their daughter and son returned from studying in Britain and the United States respectively, and they were going to spend the Dragon Boat Festival with their families on the beautiful Xizi Lake. After the holiday, they came back from Hangzhou. They thanked the bunch of wormwood on the door and sent my 80-year-old father a special product of Hangzhou, "West Lake Lotus Root Powder".

A few days before the Dragon Boat Festival this year, I have been considering buying Ai. Walking on the road that day, some people sold lychees and mangoes, others sold watermelons and peaches, but no one sold mugwort leaves. In the afternoon, I went to the post office to withdraw money. I saw a tricycle driver near the east gate of the living area, surrounded by many people. It turned out that the master selling Ai and the uniformed "urban management" were pulling and pulling, and Ai in the car was dragged to pieces. I don't want to delay here. I planned to bring two more when I came back, but when I came back, the master who pedaled the tricycle had already run away. Before going home, I caught a glimpse of a bunch of fresh and dense green wormwood on the door, and the festive atmosphere had arrived at my door in advance.

Needless to say, the neighbor across the hall just plugged in again.