Asia | China | Sichuan Province | Leshan – Duan Wu
Today’s is Duan Wu, a holiday when people commemorate a patriotic poet who committed suicide a thousand years ago by making zong zi, a sticky rice bun wrapped in bamboo leaves with red bean or cured meat filling. Vendors sold uncooked zong zi on the streets. Tightly wrapped in shiny and green new leaves with carefully folded corners, they looked like works of art.
The #4 bus from downtown goes straight to the cemetery where my grandfather is buried. It is now the only quiet place in the city, and has a nice view of the rolling hills nearby. During Qingmin Day in every April, the families would all gather here to pay respect to the dead and enjoy each other’s company during a picnic under the shades of the old trees.
There’s a reservoir next to the cemetery with an island where a lot of white herons live. i picked an airy spot ont he bank to watch the birds flying from one tree top to the next, displaying their wide wings and graceful long necks. Nothing else was audible but their songs. I read a book and killed a whole day.