Essay on Qingming Missing

"When the swallows come, the Spring Festival Society; Pear blossoms are behind Qingming. " Probably after the pear blossoms, the flowers turned into rain, and Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived with mist and faint sadness. However, in the north, I can't see this kind of scenery anyway. I always feel that the alternation of spring and summer in the north is always ambiguous. It seems that people haven't had time to take off their thick cotton-padded clothes, and they are still ignorant in winter nonsense. It's cold when it's clear, and it comes and goes. In March in the north, the temperature gradually climbed above freezing point. First, the ice and snow melt, and then "the cold is exhausted, and the spring breeze returns to the willow." Walking on the road, it takes a lot of effort to identify the footprints of spring. The Woods in the distance seem to be blue, with a little spring rhyme in the gloom. Starting from a wicker, you can already feel the body temperature in spring, and study the posture of wicker carefully. The skin became smoother and sprouted. It turns out that the vitality of this little green has long been bred. "The breeze is freezing at first, and I have a feeling of spring." Spring has come among the arch eyebrows. Looking at this new green, I can't help but be happy. It seems that thousands of Baidu are looking for her in their dreams. When I look back, spring has stood in front of me. Qingming always gives people the impression of rainy days, perhaps because of Du Mu's song "It rains in the Qingming Festival". Since then, the humidity and chill of Qingming, drizzle, fixed in the depths of memory, unchanged for a long time.

March is always accompanied by Tomb-Sweeping Day, a day in a hurry, but I always can't find the feeling of Tomb-Sweeping Day. It was the roadside vendors who were burning piles of paper and piles of silk flower, which suddenly made me realize that Tomb-Sweeping Day was really near. Tomb-Sweeping Day, a festival of sacrifice, comes to pay homage to the deceased with the memory of ancestors, so it is also flooding in my heart at this time, thinking of my dead father.

Last year1February, a cold season, my father and I became farewell. From then on, on the road of Yin and Yang, there was no father and no news of his father. I could only go back to the past in my dream and vaguely see the old man's voice and smile. The father left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to let the children say goodbye to him, so he died. By the time I got to my father's deathbed, the old man was already in a coma. When he leaned over his ear and gently called him, his eyelids and corners of his mouth twisted. He must have heard my voice and knew that his son had returned to him. Although he can't speak, his heart must be happy! Father's cerebral thrombosis only oppressed the left motor nerve at first, and he could still say that he could eat. There is no specific medicine for this disease. I bought a brain protein needle for my father for more than two months. Although it didn't recover, at least it got better. I thought that if I persisted for another three or two months, my father would stand up, but I never thought that his condition suddenly deteriorated and he suddenly left!

My father never enjoyed any happiness in his life, but he was tired all his life. There are many children at home, and his family has been in a bad situation. It can be said that he raised several pairs of children with great pains. The children are old, and so is he. Although I have money in my later years, I still can't eat or wear. The fruit snacks around him are always the last time. When asked, he always said: I don't like it, leave it to the children! Although my father's clothes are worn out, they are always clean and tidy. Although the younger generation often buys him new clothes, he always tries them on and then takes them off. He always said: new clothes are uncomfortable, it is better than old ones!

Although my father is poor, he is honest and frank. I always can't see through some people and things, and I can't be tactful and sophisticated, so I always offend some people. When the old people in the village mention him, they will say: Your dad, stubborn! This is a stubborn donkey. Although the old man has a stubborn temper, he is very brave. As long as the villagers have something to ask for, no matter how busy he is, he will put down his work to help. In my father's own words: I have no energy except one effort. If someone asks for you, just open your mouth until you know you can promise. Why, they must keep silent. My father's specialty in this life is to weave a summer mat, which is flat, fine, beautiful and durable. When I was a child, my father always got up early and was busy in the twelfth lunar month, finishing the compilation of the master and the compilation of the western family. . . . . Although my father is poor, he is ambitious. He always likes to educate her children. One cannot lack ambition. No matter what they can do, don't disturb others easily! Such an ordinary and bookish father, although he doesn't understand the truth of life, has influenced and educated his children with his simplicity.

Now that Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, the world and the underworld can communicate, and people on earth send their needs and thoughts to people in the underworld. Father, greetings to you again! It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. A man stood in front of his father's grave, put a few glasses of iced wine, lit a handful of incense and burned a pile of paper money ... "The paper turned into a white butterfly and the tears turned into a red cuckoo", only the bottom of my heart was full of faint sadness, faint sadness! In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, I shed two lines of tears of missing at my father's grave. ...