"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." As if to test this famous poem, it was drizzling in Tomb-Sweeping Day in previous years, and this year is no exception.
Qingming sweeping graves has long been an eternal practice. Of course, it's not just sweeping graves, but also people who go on a spring outing together. I wonder if it is influenced by Tomb-Sweeping Day. Both the oriole and the sparrow, who have been singing, have buried their own figures. Do they also know how to offer sacrifices to their old friends in Tomb-Sweeping Day? The scenery outside the window hurried by, and no one answered this unwritten agreement, but the misty rain with Qingming washed this March spring over and over again.
It was my aunt who died in a car accident who paid homage to the whole family. This incident once cast a shadow over my immature heart. Although several years have passed, I still have that indelible sadness. My most anticipated brother is here. However, my aunt is my brother's biological mother, so the intangible bereavement is suppressed in my heart. How can I express the happiness of reunion?
The atmosphere of the mausoleum seems to become heavy with the requirements of the times. Once you set foot here, you will be infected by many sorrows. Even the newly sprouted vegetation, although full of vitality, always makes people feel that its growth is slightly sad. There should be a lot of grave-sweepers, but I don't know if it's because the place is big or because it's deliberately silent. It's terribly quiet here.
At present, there are almost endless marble stone steps. I looked down and just looked at the road under my feet. Because the rain is clear, even a gentle step will wake up the residual rain living in the crevices. Every step, the pervasion and depression in the air are so heavy
I don't know how many steps I took, and then I looked up. It was the home of my former relative. I looked at a bunch of flowers in my hand, bright and delicate, and a few drops of wet dew, which seemed to be the tears of this flower. "People are not vegetation, how can they be ruthless?" As soon as I realized these words, the silent rain came to visit me with deep affection. The reflection of the puddle is vague, and what is broken with it is the "tears" of everything in Qingming Festival. Everything in front of me was suddenly shrouded in a layer of fog, and I only felt that my eyes were full of those warm liquids. I greedily breathed the fresh air, trying to alleviate the strangeness at the moment. The water vapor in front of me has dissipated, and I always thought that the rain was naughty and wet my eyes. But my heart is sad, how long can I keep it from myself? At the moment, I only feel that this rain has opened the scar I have endured for a long time. But still persistent, unwilling to let tears fall.
The offering has been placed, three incense has been lit, and three bows have been made. The faint smoke was shaken by the residual rain steam and gone with the wind. How I wish my heart would float with this wisp of smoke. Maybe this incense is just for burning, but I don't know how shocked I am by the light smoke it carries. A person's life is too short, just like this incense in front of him. Although the body will turn into fly ash with burning, it has been burned after all, and it will no longer bring any regrets to life. Death is not meaningless. At least, it puts too many people's thoughts on it, which is enough. The smoke seemed to read my mind. It was ready to float away in the air, but suddenly it changed its trajectory, touched my shoulder gently and left. I suddenly felt a little reluctant-if only the faint smoke would stay a little longer! Share some sadness with me ............................................................................................................................................................................
"Let's go." My brother's voice broke my meditation and brought me back to reality. I saw the warm face and happy words of our family. Suddenly, I seem to understand something. What is the meaning of life? Cherish every second happily and live happily. Maybe we will regret it eventually, but I will tell myself that I have cherished it, which is the best interpretation of life.
Rain, visit the earth again and kiss its friends. But I know that these countless Qingming rains have not annihilated my footprints, but pointed out the next stop for my happy journey.