"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Every time during the Qingming Festival, people will always think of this enduring poem. This poem is perfect to describe this day.
It rained again this Qingming Festival, and the drizzle fell on the ground, on the tombstones, and on people's hearts. Our family held umbrellas and walked on the way to worship. The rain has lightened up, and it is as densely woven as thin threads. The mountains look hazy in the rain, which is quite a bit beautiful. We worshiped each ancestor one by one, and then came to another tomb. This tomb was similar to the others, except that the tombstone had been updated. A phoenix is ??carved above the tombstone. There is a photo next to her of a very kind woman with a nice smile. Below it is written: The tomb of loving mother Miao Suying, passed away at 6:30 pm on November 12, 2001. On the left side, it says: Miao Jiahong, filial son, Miao Yinping, filial daughter. In fact, this is the tomb of my father’s ex-wife, my brother’s biological mother. She died of an illness. My brother was fifteen years old at that time, as old as I am now, but he suffered the pain of losing his mother's love.
The rain started to fall again, very lightly. I saw my brother crying. He really cried. He couldn't help crying every year at this time. Yes, for eight whole years, who can endure these eight years without any mother's care? He could no longer control it, and all the emotions accumulated in his heart during those eight years were replaced by his silent tears.
The rain is still falling, very thinly, itching on the face, but it hurts when it hits the heart.