The leaves were scattered on the country road and swept into the soil by the carriage. Branches are bare arms, like a tired woman walking in the rain. Autumn here is more tiring than anywhere else. On the way, I was attracted by clusters of wild fruits, and strings of orange particles hung on the tree, like staring at people with my eyes. I picked a bunch to see if I could taste it, and I almost tripped-a tombstone was buried between shrubs and weeds, followed by a short grave.
The inscription reads: Li Sulian's Tomb.
I don't think you should leave when you meet a grave between wasteland. You might as well sit for a while. It's like traveling on the edge and seeing people say hello. Sitting down, inadvertently, I saw a line behind the cement tombstone.
? Mom, I think ...
The word "Xiang" is buried under the soil and is a "you". The word was buried in the rain-washed soil.
I reached out and touched the sunken words, which were written with pupil correction fluid. The words are big and crooked like running, stumbling, stumbling. People who write are also like primary school students.
Turning to the front of the tombstone, the year of birth and death of the deceased was 1966- 1995. After living for 29 years, the person who writes behind the tablet should be his child.
I feel uneasy at the thought of it, as if the child's sorrow should be borne by me. How did she die? How old was the child when she died? I don't think the child will be very sad if he dies in childbirth, but it's not like this person's situation. The child obviously spent many days and nights with his mother. When his mother died, he often thought of her when he couldn't sleep at night, especially at dusk, which was the most fragile mood in a day.
When my mother is not around, I am especially afraid of the whistling wind, especially afraid of tangled with the treetops. Wave after wave of ups and downs, afraid of the rain at night, afraid of knocking at the door and barking.
? Now the child is more afraid and sad than I am. My mother and I still live together. His mother has passed away. On holidays, he always thinks of his mother when his grades are bullied, or not necessarily bullied. I seemed to see a pair of children's eyes, and tears accumulated along the eyes and filled them. He came here alone and wrote: Mom, I miss you.
The word "you" is buried in the soil, which is shocking. Indeed, "you" are buried here forever by loess, which is something that the child's family has long known but no one can help.
What I think is the power of these words, how much power they have taken away from a person. It seems so to me.
People often say that there are blood and tears in Yan Zhenqing's "Sacrificing a Nephew", the calligrapher's artistic conception and artistic conception are thrilling, and Sima Qian's words are as bitter as stones. This sentence behind the tombstone is lonely enough to knock people down.
Now there is a flood of words, in other words, it is an era of disrespect for Chinese. When people use Chinese characters-materials that don't need to be paid or restricted, they just squander, distort and forge them on the Internet. And red tape is everywhere. However, people who respect words are still there. It is because of his heart that he shed tears when writing. Liu Sulian's children wrote these five words one by one with tears in their eyes. Some people write like this, which is the blessing of Chinese characters.
? "Mom, I miss you." A lovely and poor child stood behind her mother's tombstone with correction fluid and wrote down her eternal call in tears. However, a mother who stays at the age of 29 forever can no longer hold her baby in her arms with warm arms, which is a short-lived maternal love. Only turned into a cold stone tablet. I don't know how many times, the poor child quietly came to the grave where his mother's love was buried and cried. I don't know whether the young mother is still alive. She will throw a few wisps of breeze, wipe away the tears on the child's face and sprinkle some wild flowers to warm the child's young and lonely heart.
"Mom, I miss you", life is sad, and no one can understand separation and death. I don't know how a child can bear the sadness and despair of never seeing his mother again at the moment when his mother leaves. I don't know how that child thinks about his mother growing up every day. I only know that these writers have no Chinese characters at all. Break my sentimental heart. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I have a nameless pain in my throat.