"That dragon, the spring equinox ascends to the sky, and the autumn equinox dives into the abyss. The head is as tough as a bull, the beard is like an angry sheep, the horns are like a deer, the eyes are like a rabbit, the ears are like a cow, the body is like a snake, the scales are like a carp, the claws are like an eagle, and the palms are like a tiger. The sound is like a copper plate, and the breath becomes a cloud, calling for wind and rain. There is a pearl under the chin, a beard next to the mouth, an inverted scale under the throat, and a Boshan on the head. It can be big and small, it can rise and hide, it can spit out fog, and it hides and hides ......"

My grandfather took me in his arms, muttered and whispered, his eyes were blazing, his old face was full of energy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. I was in my grandfather's arms, my eyes wide with curiosity. A ray of bright sunlight poured into the hut, shining on my grandfather's slightly curly frosty sideburns. That light may be like the golden scales of a dragon.

The image of this dragon, from the time of the Yellow Emperor, through the Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Sui, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, until the Qing Dynasty and the present dynasty, is a murmur passed down from generation to generation by ancestors. The thousand-year-old lows have been transmitted to my ears from distant antiquity. When I think of dragons, I think of ink-dyed rice paper, my grandmother's white hair, my father's deep eyes, unfathomable contemplation, the stars and moon in Nomura, the laughter of friends, the homemade dragon lanterns, the dragon boats in the river, and my mother's gorgeous hair...... In the ocean of my memory, it was all in that wave.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother and I used to go to the fields in the village, lying in the haystack, looking up at the moonlight like water, like boiling stars, and the proverbs of crickets in my ears. Autumn chrysanthemum is shallow, and the dark fragrance is faint, diffusing in this hazy night air. The stars in the sky, shining like a milky way, twinkling, as if they were murmuring. What time does a meteor pass by, is it the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting in the same boat? A leaf boat is rippling in the Milky Way, as if seeing the happy faces of the two. My heart was still, and I lost myself, and I wanted to be drunk in this night, like a dream for a long time. Soon, the stars and candles gathered in the Milky Way and turned into a silver dragon. The silver dragon's whole body was bright, was it the dragon scales shining in the moon's qi? The bright moon became the dragon's eye. Two or three star tails became whiskers, as if they were fluttering in the wind. Several groups of stars, phantom into claws, danced. In the night sky, the dragon seemed to be frightened, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, if it wanted to shake the mountains and rivers, a white light, I don't know where it was, it seemed to be constantly flying. After relieving himself, the arrogant dragon has turned into a candle flame and dispersed like fireworks, I am afraid that it will dive into the Deep Sea Dragon Palace.

That year, Jin Wu couldn't help but Lantern Festival, I went to my aunt's house with my parents, in the small county of the mountain city, the lanterns were colorful, although it was far less than the wind in the Tang Dynasty, but it was brilliant enough. At the gate of the factory, fireworks illuminated the night, and the venue was impermeable. I huddled in the crowd of people talking and laughing, and stood on tiptoe to look in: about 20 people danced with dragon lanterns, jumping up and down, sometimes galloping, as if chasing the pearls, sometimes squatting, as if diving into a river, sometimes jumping, like going straight up to the clouds, sometimes walking slowly, like walking in the grass. The golden red dragon lantern is lifelike, and dazzling fireworks are spewed out from the dragon's mouth from time to time. A few cannons rang out, five beautiful flowers bloomed in the air, firecrackers and firecrackers rumbled, and for a while the fireworks fell like rain, like a thousand trees and flowers. Ah Jin laughed on the sidelines and cheered as the crowd cheered. We ran with the dragon lantern for half the night, and when we got home, the moon was shining in the west, and it was already late at night.

"Why did you come back so late?" my mother waited at the door, a little angry, but after a while, she became happy again, and wanted to make us fried rice and dumplings. But Ah Jin told me that it was too late, and they were all thirsty to sleep, so it was better to go to bed early, so I went to sleep.

Every Dragon Boat Festival, my grandfather and I went with me to watch the dragon boat race. On the Sancun River, more than ten dragon boats are in order. The shore has long been crowded with people, red, green, and green. A cannon rang out, and thunderous cheers erupted. But the men at the bow of the boat were beating the drums desperately and beating them on the ground, a dozen or so people on the hull were struggling to shake the oars to the beat of powerful drums, and they were roaring from time to time to boost morale, and one person at the stern was rocking a single drum to control the direction of the boat. The vermilion dragon boat is like a fast sail, stirring up the turbulent waves, and the white flowers are one by one, carrying the dragon boat like clouds and mist, chasing each other. The first second was a few meters ahead, and the next second it was overtaken. The crowd followed the boat, and my grandfather and I followed the trajectory of the dragon boat, crowding to the shore, trying to see more closely. At the sharp bend, the men at the stern tensed their muscles, roaring and paddling their oars, swaying, trying to keep their center of gravity steady. One person accidentally fell from the boat into the river, and the shore was full of surprise. Grandfather looked anxiously, frowning. "I'm going!" several people resolutely jumped down the river and stepped forward to help. If you look closely, it is Ah Jin, Ah Hua, Ah Zhong and others - these people are famous tide masters. My grandfather and I breathed a sigh of relief. The crowd relaxed, and all seemed to agree with us. Sure enough, after a short time, the man shivered and was supported ashore by Ah Jin and others. By the time he came to his senses, the dragon boat had already sailed away. The crowd rushed in the direction of their head, but there was no result to be seen. The people dispersed in a huff, but they all talked about Ah Jin, Ah Hua, Ah Zhong and other warriors. Grandfather praised for a long time: "Such courage at a young age, precious, precious!" and touched his beard like a rolling wave.

In addition to entertainment, my parents also asked me to have some hobbies. My father taught me how to draw, and I was reluctant at first, but gradually, I fell in love with it. In retrospect, it wasn't about revitalizing traditions or increasing the scope of ability, it was about loving that thing at all, just like people love to eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. My father held my hand at first, sketching and dyeing stroke by stroke, and then let me know what I wanted, and I relied on my own drawing. My father taught me to paint many things, including the proud snow and plum in the harsh winter, the delicate and quiet vein, the plump sleeve chrysanthemum under the South Mountain, the tall green bamboo, the dream-like bluegrass, but the most tireless is to draw dragons. When painting the dragon, the brushwork is complex, mostly using thick ink to paint the ridge, each scale has a color gradient, and the overlapping place is used to burnt ink to show shadows, followed by thick ink, heavy ink, light ink, and clear ink. Although it is not as meticulous as Gu Kaizhi's painting, it has not lost a bit of charm at the beginning.

Sometimes he occasionally copied the emperor and painted dragon robes. Under the command of every emperor, there are loyal generals. Haven't you ever thought about Han Xin, who "commanded the troops and ordered the world's heroes"? Haven't you ever thought about Huo Yao, who burned down thousands of miles of Xiongnu's tents? Have you never traced back to Li Guang, a Han general who rejected Hu's troops outside Yinshan? Have you never missed Xin Qiji, who picked up a lamp to look at the sword, ordered troops outside the plug, and blew the horn of the company camp?

The most magnificent is the Xiaoxiao rain break, Helan Mountain is lacking, in troubled times, hunting dragons under the banner, the general is roaring in the sky. Eight thousand miles of fighting in the south and the north, wearing the stars and the moon, rushing to the crown in anger, one day, will face the sky. Listen, the song of the horses, I would like to be the dragon queen's pawn!

Look! The dragon has risen, and the wild has risen, and the soaring has risen! Count the most brilliant golden flams, the most magnificent and dazzling lighthouses, and the most brilliant fiery sun!