Poetry and Prose: A Tribute to Two Brothers

Another winter has come, and my heart is getting cold again. You left in winter, second brother. Others describe the words of a person's death as "the grass on the grave is green", but there is no grass on your grave. A long time ago, during the Qingming Festival, I went to visit my ancestors' graves. It was barren land with no vegetation. Adhering to the legacy of the distant ancestor Li Qifeng, when the grandfather of the first ancestor moved from other places, he had a mind that our descendants could not reach, which was the peak that we could not surpass. He was a famous family before his death, but he was very simple, and he ruled the family and made family rules. When he was alive, he was highly respected. He donated a large area of flat and fat land to build a school, but he did not occupy it after his death. The graveyard he chose was a deserted loess high slope. He tired his descendants for the last time and built his tomb very high. He can see the descendants under his knees, he can see the land he personally watered, he can see the fragrant peaches and plums he cultivated, and his cemetery is very high. In the years that have passed, future generations will follow his footsteps. He asked his descendants to transform this barren land together after death, which originated from nature and returned to nature. He didn't take anything away, what he took away was the infinite admiration and respect of our descendants. Second brother, you have come and walked into your own home. Someone once said that the grave is a home, a permanent home, a permanent bedroom and a permanent bed. Just, you come too early, too early, only 36 years old, Zhou Yu's age, Pang Tong's age.

On New Year's Eve that year, I was going to call you, but my mobile phone was dead. I didn't want to call you with my company's mobile phone, so I wanted to go home and call you with my landline. When I got home, my friend's phone came and talked for a while. He said, "Keshan is gone." "Oh, where is it?" "He went down." "Well, where did he go down?" My friends also heard that I didn't seem to know, so I told you the bad news of my death. I was like a bolt from the blue. I don't believe it. You called me half a month ago and left like this. What disease will take your life away from you in the prime of life? I broke down in tears and played with my second brother since I was a child, so I left. My family was afraid that my weak body could not bear the blow and pain, and did not dare to tell me that your family had buried you.

The snow all over the mountain is like a solemn white gauze, whistling, and the west wind is like a person sobbing. Second brother, I don't believe you will leave. You have suffered a lot since you were a child. There are five cousins. As far as you didn't go to a good school and worked in agriculture, you still kept growing crops and doing small business. I was sick at that time, and I didn't help you too much. I just comforted you with words that didn't have much effect. You still called every few days to pay attention to my illness and things in my small family. You left, leaving behind your love and hate, your parents and your wife, and you left, full of sorrow.

In the wind, I lit a bag of Mingbi and lit the elegiac couplet written for you:

Today, I can't be filial to my father and respect my mother, and the sea is dry and the ice is dry.

Once I drive a crane, I can't stay with my wife and children, and the clouds are bleak. Wan Li Ning

When I went back to my hometown last year, I saw the mountain where my ancestral grave was located far away, and my heart was like a river, and I was in tears. Second brother, I planned to go to the mountain to visit your grave, but I didn't go. I was afraid I couldn't stand the blow. I was afraid I wouldn't come down after I went. An earthen grave separates you and me so far away. On the lower Guanyin Mountain, I kowtowed to the respectable and lovely Guanyin Bodhisattva and begged her old man to give you happiness and contentment under the spring.

second brother, one day, I will return to that cemetery, play with you, talk with you about the scene after parting, and then be your good brother.