Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival.
The first time I faced the departure of a relative, I was still very young, so young that I could only vaguely search for scattered memories in my memory. My uncle took me to my grandma and died unexpectedly.
The second time was when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, when my grandfather died of illness. I have memories. My grandpa was the one who loved our cousins ??the most during his lifetime. He lived frugally and gave us the best of that era.
I always think that my grandma is happy because of my grandpa’s lifelong love, lifelong tolerance, and lifelong care. Grandpa gave all his love and care to grandma.
In my memory, I only have the scene where my grandparents supported each other and came to see us.
Grandpa is gone. The big family seems not to be reunited as before, and they no longer run in that direction during the New Year. It seems that they have never eaten the delicious dumplings of childhood. It seems that they no longer look forward to it. Looking forward to the figure in front of the door.
I can still recall that on the day my grandpa was buried, it kept raining. My Chinese teacher once said that this sign was probably God’s mercy and regret for our deceased friend.
In the year when my grandpa left, my mother cried all the time when she had free time. Maybe it was because at that time she understood the helplessness of her mother who lost her strongest support.
Immediately afterwards, grandpa left.
Those stumbling figures were just like this when I was a child. I watched them leave this world and my life with a blank look on their faces.
The tung blossoms are blooming, and the rain is clearing them.
The pear blossoms and peach blossoms are blooming around the cemetery. There is light rain on the road, but the pedestrians are still alive. For those who are related by blood, living well is probably the best way we can remember our deceased friends.
Grandma used to say: Every time one more person leaves, there will be one more star in the sky, bringing light to people on land.
They are watching from the sky. If we live well, they will be happy. If we live well, they will shed tears.
Just like grandpa, he must be in another corner of the world, protecting us in another form, and the best way for us to remember them is to live a serious life.
Their only wish during their lifetime is not for us to live well.
While typing, I stared at the screen and shed a lot of tears. It really makes me feel sad to see everyone’s messages backstage.
Witnessed his father leaving in a car accident,
Faced with a serious illness and had no money for treatment, watched his grandma who loved him the most leave,
He died unexpectedly, When it comes to death, we have the least say.
Last April when the public opened, I accompanied a good friend of mine to the hospital to see his girlfriend who had leukemia. The moment I was in the hospital, I cried like a tearful person. That girl But he comforted me tenaciously: It's okay. Look, I can wear all kinds of beautiful wigs.
He is still single today, partly to remember her, and partly to live a good life with her wishes.
It is easy to wallow in pain, but it is difficult to grit one's teeth and live. How a person faces death and accepts the departure of his loved ones is a required course in our lives.
A colleague’s words reminded me: when people reach middle age, they have to get used to and accept these separations.
When we live in this world, we all bear the trust placed in us by our old friends. Because of grandpa’s blessing, we can work hard to live a better life, and grandma can be healthy. Every time we consume energy in this world, they are actually watching it. But if we are willing to degenerate and hesitate to move forward, they in heaven will surely sigh in disappointment.
How can we live up to it?
On Qingming Festival, I hope that the tears I shed for you have another meaning besides expressing my sorrow. I cry with joy. Look, I am a step further this year than last year, right? You must be very happy on the other side.
Through this grave-sweeping, you can see that our whole family is reunited like the Chinese New Year. I like this feeling, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in the mountains and fields, watching the pear blossoms. The trees are shady and you can watch the swallows whispering.
Fallen leaves return to their roots.
Those old friends who will always love us more than we love.
The smoke is curling up, and the wine and incense paper are flying. Green smoke drifts straight up, praying for the souls of the dead to go to heaven.
After the tears are shed, with sorrow, move on and live a good life.
There are always stars in the sky!