No, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and it's raining in Mao Mao.
This morning, it was another rich day. Wandering around for a while, I feel particularly sad, but it's still inappropriate! I was dragged to breakfast by my father, picked up fragrant paper and carried a hoe to sweep the grave.
Stepping on the thorns on the road and along the muddy path, we came to the graves of grandparents. After my father cleared the weeds around the grave, I put yellow paper on it, inserted incense and left.
Many relatives' graves have been there, and we braved the light rain to visit grandparents' graves. Along the way, flowers and plants, I have no intention to appreciate; Birds sing, insects sing, I'm too lazy to listen. I just came early. After a while, we arrived. Looking at that lonely grave, I can't help feeling full of sadness. After my father cut the grass and pasted the paper, we took out the paper money, knelt in front of the grave and scattered all the paper money ... At this time, I saw the red azaleas in the distance. According to my mother, azaleas are also called Qingming flowers. The reason why they exist.
There is clarity every year, and there is sorrow every year. This kind of sadness is beyond anyone's feeling. I long for the sadness in the rain, so I long for the arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day!