记得以前,每逢端午节或者家有喜事,母亲都把包粽子当作一件大事,她对家人的爱,深深地藏在她包的小小的粽子里。每年初夏,我母亲早已从河边摘回粽叶,每二三十片扎成一束,串在竹竿上晾晒。端午节前一天,母亲淘洗糯米,洗粽叶,忙个不停。我们兄妹几入围坐在她身边,看着母亲包起一个个三角粽,急不可耐地等着吃。在计划经济时代,物资紧缺,生活贫困,母亲想方设法让我们 I remember before, every Dragon Boat Festival or a happy event, the mother took the dumplings as a major event, her love for family, deeply hidden in her small package of dumplings. Early summer of each year, my mother has long picked up the bamboo leaves from the river and tied them into bamboo sticks every twenty or thirty. One day before the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother washed glutinous rice, wash bamboo leaves, busy. We siblings sit in her side, looked at her mother wrapped up a triangle dumplings, impatiently waiting to eat. In the era of planned economy, supplies were in short supply and living in poverty. My mother tried every means to make us