I always imagine that in this festival that belongs to him, he will stand against the wall like when he was alive, waiting for his son's visit.
Maybe dad is still watching affectionately at the intersection, and he hopes to have more time to go back and see him day and night; Dad's vicissitudes face is always so simple and kind. Every time his son comes home, he studies it carefully. He raised me to grow up healthily with his hard life; His eyes are always full of strength. Every time I talk about his experiences when he was young, he always shines with a strong light. He propped up a blue sky for me with strong arms.
Dad is always reluctant to let go, and the tears of missing secretly wet his eyes. Every time he goes home, he will read it carefully from the beginning; He is always so smart and agile that he doesn't want to add any more burden to me. Just like an iron body, he is always busy and never tired. Dad's eyes are deep and heavy, and a thousand words are silent. He flew with me with silent fatherly love.
The most painful thing in life is that your loved ones leave you, and you will never see them again in this life. How many shouts, how many thoughts, how many expectations, but never get a response. In this way, forever and completely disappear in your world.
Looking back, I can't help feeling deeply. Time is like a song, the pace of time is still moving forward, turning around in the spring and autumn, everything is the same, only he is gone forever.
I suppress my feelings, dare not touch, and don't want to think. Every time memories are gently opened, I will persuade myself to hide. Memories are always avoided, but I still can't escape my thoughts. I always think that kind of sadness makes me deeply sad, and that kind of imprisonment seems to be the most cruel and gentle. Miss for a long time, can touch the world, the rain, pedestrians are broken.
Whenever Qingming comes, I always think of something you are alive, loaded with countless thoughts and sorrows. On this day of mourning for ancestors, there are always some flowers. These mellow and sentimental flowers have seen all their sorrows and infiltrated their hearts. In retrospect, so close, so miss, always cry heartily for the warmth that can't be found.
Year after year, Tomb-Sweeping Day is worrying year after year. "Dad, how are things over there?" ; Miss again and again, remember every minute. I won't forget, and I won't forget. ...
A glass of sake is full of endless thoughts about you; Sacrifice a chrysanthemum, which contains thousands of thoughts about you; 3,000 tears, with deep thoughts of your past; Plumes of smoke are mourning for you.
Blink of an eye, year after year, my tears turn to frost in my thoughts, and you turn to ash in the loess. From then on, in this life, we became a farewell of Yin and Yang.
The wind is light and the rain is light, thinking of old friends, and there are many people in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Qingming breeze, carrying infinite grief, blows through the wilderness where you sleep; Qingming drizzle, full of deep memories of the land under your feet; Qingming flowers carry a silent memorial to you. ...
-Written on April 4, 2020 (Tomb-Sweeping Day)
This article was written only in memory of my father.