A spread of bamboo leaves lightly laid out.
Turn the leaf into a boat,
delicate threads lightly twine,
it’s the handiwork of the years.
The glutinous rice, crystal-clear like snow,
the filling brimming with human flavor.
Together, people wrap rice dumplings like mountains,
and unity is never solitary.
Steam curls and rises,
the aroma of rice dumplings fermenting in the pot.
Passing through the deep courtyard,
waking up the early summer time.
The steaming is not only the scent of rice,
but also the persistent unity of festivities.
Bamboo leaves return to the earth,
the fragrance lingers in the morning breeze.
Source: Yangtze River Network
Video/Text: Li Zhiheng
Report: Li Jing
Editors in charge: Wang Chong
