When I opened the window this morning, I saw a rare smile in the sky. The sky is as blue as a tile, and a few white clouds are floating freely. The fiery red sun Ran Ran has risen. I think the willows are greener and the flowers are brighter. A Shuang Yanzi followed each other in mid-air, calling to each other, flying for a while, landing on the wire again, combing its feathers and wings, and chirping songs without words. Suddenly I feel particularly comfortable, and I don't know when the smile has been hung on my face. I combed my hair, sucked the fresh and cool air from the window and looked at the street. The crowd in the morning market is bustling and endless.
Just as I was immersed in the soft morning light and fresh air, my mobile phone rang, and it was my son. Oh, I almost forgot. Yesterday, I made an appointment with my son to go to the grave in the country. My son is already waiting for me in the car downstairs! I dressed quickly and went downstairs. We bought some burnt paper and gold ingots at the funeral shop on the street, which cost 79 yuan 50 cents. When I checked out, I said to the proprietress, "Wipe off the change!" Taking my word, I glanced at the boss's wife and grinned with a big die. I was very unhappy and said, "How much can I earn here? You can earn 80 cents on a bundle of paper, but you lose money when you sell it. Besides, I cannot bargain for the dead. " Just watch her endless' say, my son is impatient, mom, give her the money and spend money on it. I looked at the boss's wife, speechless, thinking that you are making a fortune by borrowing the dead, where is your conscience! Holding the paper bought at a high price, my son and I were driving on the way to the country.
On July 15th, it is called Ghost Festival in folk and Zhongyuan Festival in Taoism. The Mid-Autumn Festival means that the fifteenth day of the first month is Shangyuan Festival, the fifteenth day of July is Zhongyuan Festival, and the fifteenth day of October is Xiayuan Festival. Buddhism is called Menglanben Festival and is a disciple of Sakyamuni. On July 15, he saved his mother in hell, which was also a filial piety festival. Therefore, in order to commemorate and pay homage to the deceased relatives, people will go to the grave before July 15, just watching the scenes of sweeping graves everywhere along the road, in Yang Shulin and in the grass. The wooden stick stood on the wall with fire, burning the pain and thoughts of relatives. Pieces of paper ash danced like butterflies, floated and slowly fell into the grass.
My son and I went to my brother's house first and got two pairs of rain boots. Because it has been raining recently, we can't go into the cemetery. Park at the west end of the village. My son and I have to walk and take a dirt road to get there. As I walked, I looked around the crops on both sides of the road and saw a piece of green tulle at a glance. The tall and straight corn stalks are thick and strong, and the dark green leaves hold up the heavy corn cob and sway in the breeze. Looking at the growth of crops, this year is another good harvest, and the harvest is in sight. I'm happy for them. The wormwood on the roadside is very high, grasshoppers are jumping around in the grass, and some small wild flowers are in full bloom. Several white and yellow butterflies sometimes fly, sometimes fly down, sometimes fly to the left, sometimes fly to the right, constantly changing directions, and then fly to my side, as if to show me the way! Maybe I'm a stranger, and I broke into her territory, so I'm very vigilant! This is also a natural biological instinct for self-protection.
Near the cemetery, I conveniently folded a handful of purple chrysanthemums and gave them to my mother, because my mother likes flowers best. I remember when I was a child, there were flowers of various colors in front of and behind my house, and the favorite was sweeping trees and plums. Her leaves are slender and look delicate. Most of the flowers are white, pink, light pink and dark pink. They always bloom brightly until after autumn. Mom is also a cheerful person, who loves to laugh and clean. Although her appearance is not excellent, her smile is so sweet and gentle. I seem to see my mother thinking of me and laughing again!
When I got to the cemetery, I put the chrysanthemum in front of my parents' tombstone. My heart ached when I looked at my parents' names on the tombstone. I said to the tombstone, "mom and dad's daughter led your grandson to see you and sent you some paper money." How are your parents getting along there? My daughter misses you very much. Although you have left me for decades, I have never stopped thinking about you, mom, you.
When my son lit the paper, the grass on the ground caught fire and made a noise. Smoke filled the air, hovering over my parents' tombstones, and the blazing flame was burning fiercely, burning in my memory, burning in my childhood and burning in my heart. It is so uncomfortable and painful.
Wind borrows fire, fire borrows wind, paper money burns rapidly, the flame gradually becomes smaller and extinguished, leaving a push of ashes, and the cemetery is quiet. My son and I knelt down and bowed to our parents. I said, "Mom and Dad, we are leaving. You should take care." Just as I turned to leave, I couldn't hold back my inner pain any longer. I was in tears. ...