未到端午节,大街小巷已传来粽子的叫卖声了。粽子特有的浓郁香气在空气中弥散开来,幸福的味道令人陶醉。但是,我爱粽子,更源于对芦苇的一种眷恋,因为它承载了我太多童年的快乐回忆,也常常让我对自己所从事的教育事业浮起遐想。一年四季,芦苇都能留下美丽的风景——春天里,芦笋早早地钻出地面,而那些硬邦邦的路面怎么也挡不住他们倔强的奋争。这里一片,那里一片,先是毛头尖儿,一夜之后就悄然展出好几片叶子,舒展在春风里,那红红的笋衣慢慢被芦苇放在脚 Not to Dragon Boat Festival, the streets have been heard the dumplings cries. The unique aroma of dumplings spread in the air, the taste of happiness is intoxicating. However, I love dumplings, but also from the reed of a kind of attachment, because it carries too much happiness memories of my childhood, but also often let me float on their education undertaking reverie. All year round, the reeds can leave beautiful scenery - spring, asparagus early drilled ground, and how those hard-line pavement can not stop their stubborn struggle. Here is a piece, there is a hair tip, quietly after the show a few leaves overnight, stretching in the spring breeze, the red bamboo shoots slowly reed on the foot