The Dragon Boat Festival was in full swing. Laughter echoed through the air as children ran by, waving small red flags. Drums reverberated, building the excitement, while the air smelled richly of Zongzi.

As Amy held tight to her mother's hand, she watched as the dragon boats lined up at the starting line. Amy's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She was too young to understand everything, but she loved the vibrant atmosphere.

Suddenly, an eerie chill ran through the crowd. People looked around in surprise. Some children stopped playing, while others peered around, puzzled. The jubilant cries of the crowd ebbed.

Then, a ghostly figure appeared. Almond, the wise goat Jiangshi, floated above the crowd. Flanked by his two ghostly daughters, Pumpkin Pie and Cherry, and his son Pinecone, he commanded attention.

Almond's voice echoed through the festival grounds, "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! STOP THOSE BELLS! STOP THOSE DRUMS!" The silence was so sudden it was almost deafening. People looked up, wide-eyed, at the floating apparitions.

"ME AND MY CHILDREN ARE HERE TOO," Almond added. The crowd was too stunned to react. His daughters, Pumpkin Pie and Cherry, nodded in unison, while Pinecone stood poised and silent.

A woman stepped forward from the crowd. "Welcome! Welcome, ghosts of China, to our Dragon Boat Festival!" she exclaimed. The crowd murmured in agreement, then erupted in welcoming cheers.

The festival resumed, albeit with a new set of guests. The ghostly family floated around, observing the festivities. Almond's stern face softened as he watched the children playing. His ghostly children, too, seemed intrigued.

As the dragon boat races began, the ghostly family watched with interest. The crowd cheered as the boats cut through the water, their dragon heads bobbing in unison. Even the ghosts seemed transfixed by the sight.

As the day turned into night, the fireworks began. Glorious colors burst in the sky, painting a spectacular picture. Spellbound, the ghosts watched as the fireworks exploded, lighting up their ghostly faces.

The festival was drawing to a close. People were tired but happy, their faces flushed with joy and excitement. The ghostly family also seemed content, their expressions less stern and more relaxed.

As the festival ended, Almond and his family prepared to leave. The crowd waved them goodbyes and wished them well until next time. The ghosts vanished as mysteriously as they had appeared.

Amy, who had been watching the ghosts all day, waved them a sleepy goodbye. She seemed to be the only one unfazed by the ghostly presence. After all, there's so much more to learn when you're just three.

The crowd began to disperse. The grounds, once filled with laughter and cheers, now echoed with the quiet shuffling of feet. People hugged, wished each other well, and left with precious memories tucked away.

The Dragon Boat Festival, a day of joy and excitement, had come to a close. But the memory of the day, the races, the food, the fireworks, and the ghosts of China, would last forever.

Once everyone had left, the festival grounds returned to their sleepy silence. The dragon boats were packed up, the food stalls closed, and the flags taken down. Nothing remained but the sweet scent of Zongzi.

As night settled in, the ghosts reappeared, floating above the now empty festival grounds. Almond turned to his children, a soft smile on his face. "That," he stated simply, "was quite a day."

Pumpkin Pie and Cherry nodded, their ghostly faces glowing softly under the moonlight. Pinecone, silent as always, simply tilted his head in agreement. And just like that, they disappeared into the night.

Back at their home, Amy narrated the day's events to her teddy bear. Her words painted a vivid picture: the dragon races, the colorful fireworks, and of course, the ghostly family. Her world was filled with wonder.

As she slowly drifted off to sleep, her teddy bear in her arms, Amy envisioned the next Dragon Boat Festival. She hoped that Almond and his family would return. After all, they were part of the festival now.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, Almond and his family settled down for the night. The ghostly children chattered excitedly about the day, while Almond listened quietly, his thoughts already on the next festival.

The next day, life resumed for the city. The festival was only a sweet memory. But for Amy and the ghostly family, it was a day they would remember and look forward to for the rest of their lives.

Pumpkin Pie and Cherry practiced floating above the city, imitating the dragon boats. Pinecone, on the other hand, tried to mimic the burst of fireworks, adding a little sparkle to his ghostly form.

As for Almond, he watched his children with a smile. The memory of the festival had brought a change in them. The Dragon Boat Festival was no longer just a human festivity. It was their festivity too.

Back at Amy’s house, she was already marking the calendar for the next Dragon Boat Festival. Her tiny fingers traced the date, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I can’t wait to see the ghosts again," she whispered.

From then on, every Dragon Boat Festival was special. Not just because of the dragon races, the Zongzi, or the fireworks, but because of the ghostly family that graced the festival with their presence.

Their presence brought an aura of magic and mystique. The festival wasn't just a celebration anymore. It was a day when humans and ghosts came together to enjoy and celebrate their shared culture.

And above all, it was a day when a little girl named Amy and a ghostly family bridged the gap between the living and the dead. For them, the Dragon Boat Festival would always be a day of unity and joy.

Even to this day, the myth of the Ghosts of Dragon Boat Festival is passed down. The Dragon Boat Festival isn't just a celebration, it's a reminder that love and unity transcend the boundaries of life and death.

And as celebrations go on, the ghostly family returns every year, bringing with them the magic and wonder of their presence. For Amy and for everyone, the Dragon Boat Festival remains a day of magic.

The festival grounds, once a year, come alive with the sound of drums, the cheer of the crowd, the races of dragon boats, the explosion of fireworks, and the echo of "Welcome! Welcome, Ghosts of China!".

As the sun sets on the Dragon Boat Festival, Amy, now older, continues to attend the festival, her eyes always searching for the familiar ghostly figures. Her story, the story of the Ghosts of Dragon Boat Festival, lives on.

And as long as the Dragon Boat Festival continues, Almond and his family will return. Because for them, and for Amy, this isn't just a festival, it's a part of who they are, a part of their story.

And every year, as the festival draws to a close, the city echoes with the sound of a little girl's voice, "Goodbye, Ghosts of China! See you next time!" That's when you know the festival has truly ended.

With each passing year, the myth grows, more people believe, more people look forward to seeing the ghosts. The Dragon Boat Festival has become, and will always be, a magical day when humans and ghosts celebrate together.