Memorial

Tuesday is the Memorial Day for the second anniversary of eunuch’s death. My husband and I went to my eunuch grave to worship with things like paper houses and cardboard boxes made in advance. Go through the graves with weeds and come to the graves of my eunuch. It was in winter, although there was sunshine, the broken grass and weeds on my father-in-law’s grave were shaking in the wind, giving people an infinite sense of desolation. I suddenly felt that if it wasn’t for the worship day, I might have forgotten it long ago. After picking up the wild wormwood, we piled all the sacrifices on the tomb and put some burnt paper around the Paper House. This was told by the owner who made the flower goods that he was afraid of being robbed by the wild ghosts alone in the grave, he could not receive the sacrifice we made for him. I feel ridiculous in my heart. There are so many fights in the world. Will it stop when it comes to hell? Can a weak person even keep his own things? However, we still did it anyway. We were afraid that he could not rob those ghosts, especially those ghosts who had been officials in the sun and dominated the fate of others. Put things away, let’s start. At this moment, many images emerged in my mind. When Jun and I came to Jun’s home for the second time, because my mother-in-law was not at home and could not cook, I was afraid that I would go hungry and beat a bowl of eggs for me in a hurry; When my daughter was half a year old, teach my daughter children’s songs, bo Rabbit, bo and bo, with two ears (e) standing up, my eunuch who likes eating radish (bu) and green vegetables and is so cute (to be honest, I was very disgusted at that time); My eunuch who is unwilling to mention but afraid of being forgotten after getting cancer all day; because I made a phone call: When my colleague and I went to your place to eat, we would have to work for a long time (although fate is unfair to my family, we don’t want my eunuch to feel that he is a patient); when lying on the sickbed and finally passed away, tears flew from the corner of my eyes for a long time. My eunuch was not willing to take care of everything. Many people and many things we can only choose to forget, because forgetting is the best way of life. If you live in poverty, please forget the hardship of poverty, if you suffer, please forget the taste of pain, if you live in plain, please forget the quarrels once, if you want to have happiness, please forget that you want to have a lot. When you leave the graveyard, you suddenly find that there are still a few pieces of paper money that have not been burnt out. Jun pulled it open with a wooden stick and said: my dad hasn’t received some money yet. Sorry, I have no money for you when you are here. Paper money was fully burning, Junjun said to me again: I often go home to have a look. Your parents are too old to toss about for a few years. Don’t know that I regret that he didn’t show filial piety when I was there until I lost the chance to call him. Jun said he has regretted for many times. I know he always feels guilty. Yes, who doesn’t cherish or even dislike when he has it, but feels precious when he loses it?

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