Tomb-Sweeping Day's reading notes or diaries

Winter has passed and everything has revived. At this time, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived again. As long as I can remember, every year on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother asked me to change into military spring clothes and take me to the grave with paper money.

All the people who died in our family are buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far from my home. We have to transfer to several cars. I remember going to the grave as a child was always very happy, because as soon as my mother burned paper money in front of the grave, I couldn't help myself and played everywhere until my mother dragged me into the car.

I don't know when I went to the grave, so I stopped playing, but observed the buildings one by one. Evaluation of appearance? Forever mutiny in Cape Bogor? Exhibition? Twilight # What is a liquid? Eggs? Xing Fuyi? Is it Nainaozheng? Why don't you climb the cutting base? Ba? Brave? Grain Rain? Angry bananas and two promises? Is it suitable? So I'm sorry. Wish you? Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω 93 Zheng?

I ran to tell my mother curiously with questions. My mother didn't look up and said slowly, "Alas! Take some paper money to his grave! " I received a stack of paper money from my mother. I went to his grave and threw paper money into the fire, muttering, "No one has ever visited your grave. You must be lonely. Although I don't know your name or you, you must have been a hero, and now your bones have been exiled. Let me burn some paper money for you ... "At this moment, my hands gently support my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother, and she gently.

This year is Qingming again. Because my mother has severe rheumatoid arthritis, she can't go to the grave, and she is not at ease if I go alone. So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! Go! Xiao Yuan (my uncle) needs ... "

When there was only the last pile of paper money left, my mother handed it to me and said, "Xiao Yong, burn it for that unknown person, alas!" Sadly, no one gave him a grave. "... the fire reflected on my face, and I said to myself," Rest in peace! When I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day next year, I will definitely go to the grave for you! " A gust of wind blew away the burnt ashes of paper money. ...

Tomb-Sweeping Day again this year.