I will also marry your princess to the king of Tantan. The bitter book is dark, and the pipa road is long.
Looking back at my parents' motherland, the sunrise is in the east. "I turn into a rhyme and give 72 sentences to four roommates" Time: Tang Author: Li Shangyin's east wind blows Ozawa, Pu Bichun is the same color.
I didn't come to see the Dragon Ball. I left the empty temple after drinking. I want to spend my honeymoon with my roommate in the east, and advised me to hang my saddle and bring wine.
Can't enter the blue mountains, jade is still Qing Xiang. General Wuwei made a chivalrous man, and the teenager surprised Yang Ye with an arrow. After the meritorious military service, count the articles carefully and pity me for dreaming of butterflies in autumn.
Nine doors pass to the throne, and the high car is magnificent. The road is crowded with Zou pieces, and the snow in the twelfth month crosses the girder.
Looking back, I was slaughtered by Hui Chang, and I was also open-minded when I visited him. Reward me for my prosperous Tang Dynasty and look back on the Qu and Song Dynasties.
Business Huang Wu is an iron crown, so it is difficult for me to be invited by the calendar hall. I languish in the bookcase and lie on my pillow at midnight in spring.
Next year, I will go to Xiazhaogui, and my brother will be lost in the eastern suburbs. The Han Palace heaped up a horse and looked back at Qin Chuanshu.
Vaguely guide the balcony clouds, carp-eating hooked apes out of the group. Spring has rushed out of ChristianRandPhillips Temple, the first day before the Jade Emperor City.
On the Jieyou Bridge, Chengjiang Pavilion overlooks the mountain city, just like a bomb. Partridges wake up with bitterness, and Zhu Jin spends a charming night with them.
Dereliction of duty in the south wind of Jingjiang, broken sails and rotten oars. Cut jiaozi hit the wall is not unintentional, I promise I won't worry in my life.
Return to the lonely soul stage, broken blue shirt without a horse. Celestial officials make up the potential, but jade bone is thin.
Hand-sealed prison system, straight hall seal lock dusk sorrow. Sent a red post to repair the watch and congratulated Yao on receiving the thief state.
Outside the blue sky in Wan Ren, Laoshan, I saw Fusang coming out of the East China Sea. Love you and worry about your country, Bai Dao Qing Song knows.
At that time, I heard Yanzhaotai, stood up and looked east. And sing Wang Neng from military music, don't give Yuan Ming in return.
Pengmen are brave, and the first one is Dai Gong. In the afternoon, the court held a snake, and the minister swallowed Cai Feng in his sleep.
Husband Zheng, son of Pei, nephew Xie contemporary. Blue robe and white Jane, blue marsh and red lotus falling.
I am a poor student, and Father Liang mourns singing and dancing. Run amok, look at the pity, and write like an ox crossbow.
I wish you a toast for a thousand years. I've been dealing with it. The flag is lying on the drum, and the door shines in history.
"Ten Poems with Two Rhymes" Time: Song Author: My nephews and uncles look for wine, and it is more pleasant to forget each other. People say that sadness extends, and two days are connected with shame.
I just feel that time is in poetry. Why don't you sleep when you are drunk? There is no real news in it, so don't pass it on to the awakened one.
"Two Rhymes Ten Poems" Time: Song Author: Lou feels sorry for himself, the crane is kind to him, and my uncle is grateful to his neighbors. I gathered my tired wings from the clouds, and I would like to make a diving scale from the bottom of the sea.
Fortunately, there are three paths of pine and chrysanthemum, who says that the fairy is separated by a dust. You don't have to kill the official body if you split the wild suit in two.
2. About my uncle's poem "Serve and Send Princess Chengdu to the West".
Year: Tang Author: Yan
Nephews and uncles are important places, and princes and ministers are loyal to their hometowns. I will also marry your princess to the king of Tantan.
The bitter book is dark, and the pipa road is long. Looking back at my parents' motherland, the sunrise is in the east.
"I turned into a verse and gave 72 sentences to four roommates."
Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
The east wind in Guo Pei is blowing Ozawa, and Pu Liuqing and Bi Chun are the same color. I came to see the dragon ball,
The drinks are empty and there are guests in the temple. I want to spend my honeymoon with my roommate in the east, and advised me to hang my saddle and bring wine.
You can't enter the blue mountains, but the jade is still green. General Wuwei made you a chivalrous man.
The young arrow startled Yang Ye. After the meritorious military service, count the articles carefully and pity me for dreaming of butterflies in autumn.
Nine doors pass to the throne, and the high car is magnificent. The road is full of flowers,
The heavy snow in December overwhelmed the girders. Looking back, I was slaughtered by Hui Chang, and I was also open-minded when I visited him.
Reward me for my prosperous Tang Dynasty and look back on the Qu and Song Dynasties. Commercial Huang Wu is the iron crown,
It's hard for me to be invited to the Calendar Hall. I languish in the bookcase and lie on my pillow at midnight in spring.
Next year, I will go to Xiazhaogui, and my brother will be lost in the eastern suburbs. When the Han Palace piled horses,
Looking back at the trees in Qinchuan. Vaguely guide the balcony clouds, carp-eating hooked apes out of the group.
Spring has rushed out of ChristianRandPhillips Temple, the first day before the Jade Emperor City. Chengjiang pavilion on the oblique bridge,
Overlooking the mountain city is like a bomb. Partridges wake up with bitterness, and Zhu Jin spends a charming night with them.
Dereliction of duty in the south wind of Jingjiang, broken sails and rotten oars. It was not unintentional to cut jiaozi's broken wall.
I'm in no hurry. Return to the lonely soul stage, broken blue shirt without a horse.
Celestial officials make up the potential, but jade bone is thin. Hand-sealed prisoners in the prison system,
Straight hall locks, dusk is sad. Sent a red post to repair the watch and congratulated Yao on receiving the thief state.
Outside the blue sky in Wan Ren, Laoshan, I saw Fusang coming out of the East China Sea. Love you, worry about your country,
White pine is clear. At that time, I heard Yanzhaotai, stood up and looked east.
And sing Wang Neng from military music, don't give Yuan Ming in return. Pengmen is brave and fearless,
If the mountain is heavy, the grace of the first Dai Gong is heavy. In the afternoon, the court held a snake, and the minister swallowed Cai Feng in his sleep.
Husband Zheng, son of Pei, nephew Xie contemporary. Blue robes are white and simple,
The red lotus in Beuma is in bloom. I am a poor student, and Father Liang mourns singing and dancing.
Run amok, look at the pity, and write like an ox crossbow. For thousands of years, I've been drinking to the public.
My disciples are always polite. The flag is lying on the drum, and the door shines in history.
Ten rhyming poems
Year: Song Author: Lou Jian
My nephew and uncle are looking for wine, and it is more pleasant to forget each other.
People say that sadness extends, and two days are connected with shame.
I just feel that time is in poetry. Why don't you sleep when you are drunk?
There is no real news in it, so don't pass it on to the awakened one.
Ten rhyming poems
Year: Song Author: Lou Jian
Self-pity cranes send kindness to their loved ones, and my uncle is also grateful to his neighbors.
I gathered my tired wings from the clouds, and I would like to make a diving scale from the bottom of the sea.
Fortunately, there are three paths of pine and chrysanthemum, who says that the fairy is separated by a dust.
You don't have to kill the official body if you split the wild suit in two.
3. What are the poems about my uncle? 1 "Two Poems to Send Uncle Ye Fu to Xuancheng" Huang Tingjian borrowed a lot in Xuancheng County in the Song Dynasty and made a lot of money.
Lin Mid-Autumn Festival frost duck feet full of leaves, the screen will give the spring high piano carp. * * * Be good and drop out of school in the province this year.
The great use of the encyclopedia of ancient poetry, eUniVision, is always a few brothers, this time, and try again on your new grinding tool. I'm trying to say something in Xuancheng county, please pause for a while.
In the evening, a clear and bright sunset glow surrounds the gazebo and surrounds you in Zhao's spring feast. ? ? Feng Weihu, Truss Yang Lie is in court.
You will learn the Tao Te Ching by following the Governor Song of romantic city, which is used to exchange geese. 2 "Ten Poems of Two Rhymes" was written by Lou Keyu, a writer in the Song Dynasty. It is more pleasant to find a wine and forget each other.
People say that sadness extends, and two days are connected with shame. I just feel that time is in poetry. Why don't you sleep when you are drunk?
There is no real news in it, so don't pass it on to the awakened one. 3 "Ten Rhymes of Two Tones" Song Louji felt sorry for the crane and sent a kind kiss. The family also thanked the neighbors.
I gathered my tired wings from the clouds, and I would like to make a diving scale from the bottom of the sea. Fortunately, there are three paths of pine and chrysanthemum, who says that the fairy is separated by a dust.
You don't have to kill the official body if you split the wild suit in two. 4 "Shang Zhong Yong" Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi, a native of Jinxi, Fang Zhongyong, was a local official.
Zhong Yongsheng lived for five years and didn't understand books and tools. Suddenly he cried for it. The father, on the other hand, borrowed from the side and approached it, that is, four sentences of books and poems, which were named after themselves.
His poems were written for adoptive parents and families and passed down to a scholar in a township. Nature refers to things as poetry, and its arts and sciences are considerable.
People in the city are very surprised. They are a little nicer to their father or beg with coins. My father's interest is natural, and he will always pay tribute to the city people and let him be ignorant.
I've been listening for a long time. In Ming Dow, it has been twelve or thirteen years since our ancestors went home and saw them at my uncle's house.
To write a poem, you can't call it the smell of the past. After another seven years, I returned to Yangzhou and asked my uncle how he was.
He said, "Everyone has left." The prince said: Zhong Yong's understanding is also an act of God.
It is also blessed, far more virtuous than talents. If a chess piece is owned by everyone, it will not be influenced by others.
He is a man who receives heaven, so he is a saint, and he who does not receive heaven is for all; Today's husband is not subject to heaven, and he is not subject to heaven, only for everyone. 5 "The tyranny is fiercer than the tiger" Pre-Qin: The anonymous Confucius crossed the side of Mount Tai, and a woman cried in front of the grave, mourning endlessly. Hearing this, the master asked Luz and said, "My son's crying is like a person worrying." And said, "But.
My uncle died of a tiger before, my husband died, and now my son is dead. Confucius said, "Why not go?" "Said," there is no tyranny. "
Confucius said, "A boy knows that tyranny is fiercer than a tiger." .
4. What are the poems about my uncle? 1 "Two Poems to Send Uncle Ye Fu to Xuancheng"
Huang tingjian in song dynasty
How famous Xuancheng County is, the first purple brush to pay tribute to air traffic.
Lin Mid-Autumn Festival frost duck feet full of leaves, the screen will give the spring high piano carp.
* * * Be good and drop out of school in the province this year.
The great use of the encyclopedia of ancient poetry, eUniVision, is always a few brothers, this time, and try again on your new grinding tool.
I'm trying to say something in Xuancheng county, please pause for a while.
In the evening, a clear and bright sunset glow surrounds the gazebo and surrounds you in Zhao's spring feast.
? ? Feng Weihu, Truss Yang Lie is in court.
You will learn the Tao Te Ching by following the Governor Song of romantic city, which is used to exchange geese.
2 "Ten Poems of Secondary Rhyme"
The songwriter Lou Yao
My nephew and uncle are looking for wine, and it is more pleasant to forget each other.
People say that sadness extends, and two days are connected with shame.
I just feel that time is in poetry. Why don't you sleep when you are drunk?
There is no real news in it, so don't pass it on to the awakened one.
3 "Ten Poems of Secondary Rhyme"
Songlouyao
Self-pity cranes send kindness to their loved ones, and my uncle is also grateful to his neighbors.
I gathered my tired wings from the clouds, and I would like to make a diving scale from the bottom of the sea.
Fortunately, there are three paths of pine and chrysanthemum, who says that the fairy is separated by a dust.
You don't have to kill the official body if you split the wild suit in two.
4 "Upper Zhong Yong"
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
Fang Zhongyong, a native of Jinxi, is cultivated in the world. Zhong Yongsheng lived for five years and didn't understand books and tools. Suddenly he cried for it. The father, on the other hand, borrowed from the side and approached it, that is, four sentences of books and poems, which were named after themselves. His poems were written for adoptive parents and families and passed down to a scholar in a township. Nature refers to things as poetry, and its arts and sciences are considerable. People in the city are very surprised. They are a little nicer to their father or beg with coins. My father's interest is natural, and he will always pay tribute to the city people and let him be ignorant.
I've been listening for a long time. In Ming Dow, it has been twelve or thirteen years since our ancestors went home and saw them at my uncle's house. To write a poem, you can't call it the smell of the past. After another seven years, I returned to Yangzhou and asked my uncle how he was. He said, "Everyone has left."
The prince said: Zhong Yong's understanding is also an act of God. It is also blessed, far more virtuous than talents. If a chess piece is owned by everyone, it will not be influenced by others. He is a man who receives heaven, so he is a saint, and he who does not receive heaven is for all; Today's husband is not subject to heaven, and he is not subject to heaven, only for everyone.
5 "Tyranny is fiercer than tiger"
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
When Confucius crossed Mount Tai, a woman cried and mourned at the grave. The master asked Luz and said, "A child crying is like a person worrying." And said, "But. In the past, my uncle died in a tiger, my husband died, and now my son is dead. " Confucius said, "Why not go?" Said, "There is no tyranny." Confucius said, "A boy knows that tyranny is fiercer than a tiger."
5. What are the sentences praising uncle? 1. Whenever I think of my uncle, I always feel sour. This feeling is not because he is dead, but when my uncle is alive.
According to my mother, my uncle was very smart since he was a child, and his mouth was sweet, which won the love of teachers and elders. If grandma hadn't died early, my uncle's life would have been rewritten.
My uncle is a poet. If you don't believe me, good! I'll read you a poem written by him. You see, I always carry my uncle's poems with me. They all say they hate my uncle's poems, but I still like them. Let's say this poem called "Moss", which contains a sentence: She said that she had a pair of tropical goldfish swimming in her left breast, and she wrapped her tongue around my little finger, so I believed it. My uncle once had a vigorous love when he was young, which changed the fate of his life.
Forty years ago, my uncle was an officer in a certain army. He is smart, decisive, knowledgeable and brilliant, and is highly praised as a leader. His future will be bright if there are no accidents. My aunt finally won her husband's life in her own way.
She is satisfied with her life and takes care of her uncle, but her uncle's heart is always far away from her. Last winter, my uncle was very ill.
He lost a lot of weight, but he just lay quietly in bed, without groaning, struggling or resisting. On his deathbed, his gloomy eyes still stubbornly avoided menstruation's face and looked at unknown places.
Those eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier of time and space, and saw the long-forgotten love. The cold reality retreated far away at that moment. No matter what kind of person or power, his love for her can't be reduced. She has always been in his heart and has never left for a moment. "Confident life is 300", which is just one of Chairman Mao's brave words. How many 30 years can a husband and wife have in their lifetime? -hold your hand and grow old with your son. That's the way of literati. Big uncles don't understand this. They only know that husband and wife want to help each other! 6. Little uncle, little uncle, I miss my little uncle. I'm back from school. My little uncle, my little uncle, reciting poems, my little uncle, singing, my little uncle, dancing, my little uncle. 7. In winter, at sunset every afternoon, my uncle walks in front with a basket and a cow.
8. I have sugar, little uncle; Is it sweet, uncle? Paper plane, how light. Watch me fly to Beijing; Uncle, uncle, uncle, I miss uncle, uncle or uncle, uncle or uncle! 9. My uncle and aunt have never been to school. They have never read such a gorgeous poem as "I would like to be a lovebird in heaven and grow up together on the earth, two branches of a tree". ; I don't know the loyalty oath of "the sea is changing, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten".
They only believe in the word fate, believing that this word will bind their past lives and this life together. I firmly believe that if there is an afterlife, they will also love each other. 10. Uncle traveled all his life, selling rice, transporting pigs, selling pigs, squeezing oil, logging, repairing reservoirs and carrying sleepers, and made friends with all kinds of people, from public servants to cooks.
Whenever there is a market in the town, my aunt will make tea in a big pot of purple sand and cook in a big pot. Every year before the winter solstice, my aunt would brew several buckets of water and wine and discharge them in the hall word by word. The vat is full of the general's stomach, which is awesome.
Whenever guests come, especially the villagers in Baishui and Huaquan, the uncle always puts wine in his rice bowl and eats meat in chunks. Because he has made many friends, no matter which town he goes to nearby, he has a housekeeper, which is envied by his peers.
1 1. Uncle, if you really miss your living relatives, give us a dream. What do you need? We'll cook it for you, but you must be happy, just like before you die. Chang Xiaoxiao, if you are too homesick, turn into a breeze and come back and have a look! Perhaps, you are everywhere. You stayed here quietly for a long time and then left quietly, just not wanting to disturb us. 12. At that time, every morning, my uncle always got up at two or three in the morning, cooked the meal early, hurried to feed the pigs, and then began to work in the fields. He is so busy 365 days a year, and often teaches us that "a year's plan lies in spring, a day's plan lies in the morning, and only hard work can make delicious food", so under his training, my cousins have become cooks.
13. Wearing a shiny straw hat has taken off several laps. Wrap the ox rope around the right hand, hold the rope end in the palm of your hand, and horizontally hold a polished one-meter-long Vitex negundo stick. I was trapped on my back by a piece of cloth rope torn from a long old dress, carrying a worn-out small backpack in my left hand and covering my ass pocket with a stick. This is the image of uncle idiot when he left.
Every time I go out, Uncle Silly always does these jobs carefully. He pulled the knot of the cloth rope with his hand and grinned when he found it strong. Then, he picked up the two brown straps on his backpack and dragged them away: "Let's go …"14. My uncle is hardworking and optimistic by nature, and speaks softly to everyone. He is also good at cooking. Anyone in the village who has any red or white affairs always asks him for help first, and he is always willing to do it. Everyone praises him as a "great guy", who works with great speed and style, and he always smiles humbly every time he is praised by others.
15. I took a long-distance bus with my uncle for the first time. I'm still kind and happy. I'm fine. I'm not carsick. When I got on the bus, I saw many strange people. She just closed her eyes tightly and lay half asleep in her uncle's arms. Hungry, my uncle took out the milk prepared early and fed the biscuits to Xinyi. She ate obediently and fell asleep quietly when she was full.
6. The poem mourning the death of my uncle is 1. You buried the soil under the spring water and sold the bones. I sent snow all over the world.
From Bai Juyi's Dream in Tang Dynasty
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
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I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.
I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being.
Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is more than one hundred years?
From Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems of the Tang Dynasty.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.
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Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years?
Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife.
I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
If I knew, I would serve you in the temple, instead of crying at the distant sky.
Think of a friend that Zhang Ji lost in the Tibet War in the Tang Dynasty.
Last year you took your army to the moon, when your people disappeared outside the city.
Tubo and the Tang Dynasty broke the news that you and I were separated by life and death and reunited after a long separation.
No one cleaned the abandoned tent on the battlefield, and the returning horse recognized the tattered flag.
If you want to hold a memorial service, you doubt that you are still alive. At this time, you can only go to the horizon and cry.
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The year before last, he went to Yuezhi and was wiped out at the gate.
There has been no news of Tubo and Tang Dynasty. I have been separated from you for a long time.
No one on the battlefield cleaned up and abandoned the camp, and the horse knew that the flag was broken.
I want to pay homage to you and doubt that you are still alive. At this time, I can only cry at the horizon.
4. Respect old friends, miss me and care most.
From Zhou Bangyan in the Song Dynasty, "Qi Liao complains, get on the horse and help the disabled get drunk"
The man on horseback helped the disabled get drunk, but the breeze didn't wake up. Reflecting the water song, Cui Wa, hanging Yang Li, saw Jin Tingting at a glance. At that time, the topic was defeated, and the spider silk cover was faint. Think about it, the years flow, linger for a long time, sigh and worry.
Go find your way. Jiangling past, and ever asked Yang Qiong. Old songs are very sad. Put away your sadness and listen to who. Respect the old friend, miss me, and care most. Why the Acropolis? Before the song is finished, the tears will be zero first.
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Last night's hangover hasn't gone away. I need someone to help me get on the horse. The cool morning breeze didn't wake me up. Along the way, I saw the red eaves of Biwa, reflected in the winding water, and the poplar trees shaded the post office next to the ferry. I once wrote poems on the wall of the pavilion, but now the wall is covered with cobweb dust, the ink color fades and the handwriting has been blurred by moss spots. Thinking about the past and the future, ups and downs, years are like water. I wander and sigh, and my thoughts are like a tide, which is hard to calm down for a long time.
After years of official travel, I am tired of asking about the way forward. What happened in Gangneung was the most unforgettable thing. Since then, I have never been able to revisit Yang Qiong, a geisha. She is singing old songs, and she is very sad. Who is the bosom friend and who is the listener? If my old friend in front of the bottle is still alive, he will definitely miss me. He is the most caring and emotional. Why do you sing "Cheng Wei Qu" from a friend? Before her song was finished, my tears fell first!
5, but you will always keep your eyes open, and the troubles of your life will be your brow.
From Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems of the Tang Dynasty.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.
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Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years?
Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife.
I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
7. Uncle came all the way. Uncle is gone. He fell down twice at home, had a cerebral hemorrhage and was taken to the emergency room late at night. The doctor said not to give up hope. He has been seriously ill for many years and can hardly go out because it is too difficult for him to walk. For two whole weeks, I was in a coma and didn't communicate with my family once. Until the end, my breathing became weaker and weaker. 20 14 12 I received a phone call and rushed to the hospital. At ten o'clock in the morning, he left quietly. 20 14, 14, after the memorial service, I saw his bones and ashes with my own eyes at the cremation place of Babaoshan's remains.
My uncle is 86 years old, and they all say that he no longer has to endure the torture and pain in the hospital bed, which is a relief. Except that everything came suddenly, I always felt as if I had some regrets, and then I remembered-although I put it down, we didn't have time to say goodbye to him. The last time I heard my uncle's voice was there were several holidays at the beginning of last month. I got a call from him early in the morning. He asked us in a loud voice what plans we had for the holiday. I said to ask my mother to call you later. He smiled and said no, nothing happened. No need to call. Mom has been regretting why she didn't make that call since she was admitted to the hospital. My uncle didn't say a word in hospital bed. For a day or two, his voice seemed to be trying to express something, but none of us could understand it. I was the last person in my family to hear his voice. Those words are vivid in my mind, and I think I will never forget them.
I don't communicate much with my uncle, which may be because of our age differences or because of our personality differences. But I seem to have a lot of memories about my uncle, because this kind of memory has existed since childhood. There is only one relative in my family in Beijing, which is my uncle's. From childhood to later growth, the two families have been walking a lot. His home is in an old Beijing hutong between Xidan and Xisi, and my family will go to his home every holiday. My uncle and aunt are both doctors, and their homes are always clean. They all like to grow flowers-asparagus, tortoise shell bamboo, lush green radish, and potted banyan trees that can remind people of homesickness. My uncle lived a frugal and simple life. When I was a child, I went to eat during the Spring Festival. There are not many dishes, but they are delicious every time. His material requirements are extremely simple, but his academic requirements for his daughter and son seem to be very strict. My aunt likes quarreling with my wife best, and I always think that my aunt is a person who is more rational than emotional, but at the end of the memorial service, before closing the coffin, she cried and said, old man, don't fall down in the sky again.
I thought I wouldn't tell many stories about my uncle, but I found that as soon as the floodgate opened, memories poured in. Sometimes I wonder what kind of personality my uncle is. I have been a doctor all my life, seemingly casual, peaceful and careless, but in my bones I seem stubborn and rigorous, dismissing the fashion outside, and being repeatedly completed by the younger generation. But it is this outdated old man who supports the small family. He has always been a towering tree in the hearts of those younger generations.
No matter how I let it go, I still feel infinite-for two weeks, an old man suffering from illness turned to ashes. What shocks me most is always those two pictures-the body that has been reduced to skin and bones after swallowing the last breath and a box of bones left after cremation.
When we were sorting out my uncle's photos, we found many pictures that seemed to have never been noticed before-he was holding his daughter when he was young; In his prime, he and his adult daughter and son; He was still healthy in his later years, and he hugged his little granddaughter; And the one we picked out as a portrait-he was in high spirits and smiling under the warm wind of Beihai Lake.
Perhaps, for everyone, being young, wanton, giving and getting is enough.
Uncle, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye to you. I think maybe we all know what you wanted to say but didn't say in the hospital bed; You didn't hear what we said, and you should understand that in heaven.
One day during my uncle's hospitalization, I saw such a picture in a small park near my home-in early winter, leaves were scattered on the grass, the grass was still green, and the warm sunshine in winter shone among the trees. I paused.
Fallen leaves are roots after all.
Have a nice trip, uncle.