The end of May has quietly slipped away. This year's Dragon Boat Festival is like a light dancer, arriving gracefully at the tail of May. The campus is filled with a festive atmosphere, and every corner exudes the scent of the Dragon Boat Festival.It reminded me of the Dragon Boat Festival during my second year of high school.
It was dusk. The sun was about to sink below the horizon, painting the sky with a pale orange-yellow hue. The cicadas outside the window are singing tirelessly, as if accompanying our evening self-study. The class had just begun when the politics teacher ran into the classroom like a gust of wind, with a mysterious and excited smile on her face. She announced a surprising piece of news: "Classmates, we won't have politics class today. The Dragon Boat Festival is coming!We'll go make zongzi!" The classroom instantly erupted in a turmoil. Everyone was eager to have a try, as if they had already seen those green zongzi waving at us.
The teacher asked us to be calm. She went to prepare the ingredients and tools. Before long, several boys, at the teacher's call, were busily shuttling between the classroom and the canteen. Glutinous rice, red dates, meat, cotton thread and bamboo leaves were all brought into the classroom one by one. The desktop was quickly cleared by us and filled with ingredients and tools for making zongzi. The teacher stood on the platform, like a master, and began to patiently demonstrate the steps of making zongzi. We gathered in front of the podium, staring intently, fearing to miss any detail.
Then, the students all rubbed their hands together, eager to have a try. The wrapped zongzi come in various shapes. Some are as tall and straight as small mountains, some as light and airy as small boats, and others look like chubby babies, endearing and cute. Several skilled students were selected and stood on the platform to share their experiences. With the joint efforts of everyone, in no time, the table was piled high with zongzi we had wrapped by hand. The boys went out again and carried these zongzi to the cafeteria to steam. As time passed minute by minute, the aroma of zongzi gradually filled the entire classroom. We waited anxiously. Finally, the teacher led a group of students to carry the steamed zongzi back to the classroom.
At that moment, the classroom was once again filled with excitement. Everyone rushed up to get the zongzi. Someone ate the meat zongzi and excitedly shared it with the people around them. Some people, after eating the zongzi they had wrapped themselves, were so excited that their joy was evident on their faces. The teacher smiled and told us that she would send the remaining zongzi to the nearby nursing home, so that the elderly there could also feel the warmth of the festival and our love. This unexpected act of kindness makes us feel even more gratified and proud. During this Dragon Boat Festival, we not only learned to make zongzi, but also experienced the joy and sense of achievement brought by labor. This day, this special politics class, has become an unforgettable memory in my high school life. It taught me skills and, more importantly, the importance of sharing and caring.