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It was in March and Ming Dynasty. Around the Tomb Sweeping Day every year, I go back to my hometown to offer sacrifices to my parents and grandparents, shovel a few shovels of soil, put some firecrackers, burn a few pieces of paper money and bow in front of the graves of the deceased elders, it seems to be a very sacred mission of mine. In fact, no matter how loud the firecrackers are and how much the heads are, the relatives who have passed away will not be known. People die like lights off, coming from chaos and returning to Earth. Later people have no other thoughts, so they can only use this kind of sacrificial etiquette which has been used for thousands of years, to present my nostalgia to my relatives and ancestors. Among the last two generations of loved ones, except my grandfather, I lived with other loved ones. Even if some relatives left us for more than 30 years, when they died, I am still so young and ignorant that I don’t know the meaning of life and death at all, but I can still describe their complete voice, appearance and smile in my heart. When my grandfather died, my eldest brother who was nearly ten years older than me was not born, so I couldn’t see his death with my own eyes. Later, I heard from my mother that when my grandfather died, my father and my mother just got married soon, and the family life was very difficult. It was some of my uncles and grandfathers who had not yet gained five blessings who collected some money and food, then he hastily buried grandpa. Grandpa was buried in a punch with a very broad vision. The tomb was covered with grass. It was said that Grandpa’s tomb was just a pile of loess, and there was even no tombstone at that time, later, our brother set up a tombstone for Grandpa twice. Somehow, decades later, my grandfather’s grave grew bigger and bigger. My eldest brother often said that our family was my grandfather’s grave manager. Of course, he also heard from those geomantic Masters. Although I don’t pay much attention to these things, I believe there is still geomancy in the world. During the three years of temporary difficulties in the early 1960 s, our family lost three relatives in succession. Although I was still ignorant at that time, but my childhood memory was still so clear. First, my uncle died early in middle age. It was in March of Yangchun, my uncle gave birth to a minor illness. Since he had no money to cure him, he had to leave it to fate. My uncle was married once, but he had no children and no children, and he always lived an ordinary life with our family. One morning, my mother asked my eldest brother to call him uncle to have breakfast, but he couldn’t wake him up. It turned out that uncle had passed away. How my uncle died has always been a mystery in our family. At that time, people across the country tightened their belts to live a hard life, and poor families like us were even more hungry. What can my sick father do? He couldn’t do a big funeral for his uncle, so he could only do his best to sing a filial piety song for his uncle all night. When my poor uncle was buried, he didn’t even have a decent coffin. My uncle’s death hit my grandmother a lot. The white-haired person sent the black-haired person, why didn’t she feel painful in her heart? Therefore, only after more than half a year, Grandma died. My grandma is vague in my impression, because I have been unsociable since I was a child, and my mouth is not good, so I never call her grandma. Therefore, she likes my brother and always ignores me. My grandmother was already over 70 years old when she died. I couldn’t explain the simple funeral scene clearly, but I still remember one thing very clearly. That was the night my grandma passed away. When my aunt Tang, who was ten years younger than my grandma, cried in front of her grandma’s spirit, she fainted without coming up and never woke up. My father died two years after my grandmother died. At that time, I was already a primary school student. My father had a very common disease, which was called Qi pain in the countryside, that is, chest pain. After more than ten years, I went to the city to study medicine, and then I realized that this disease was stomach disease, which was actually easy to be cured. My father was lying in bed for half a month, and he didn’t eat any food at home. How could he have money for medical treatment? Father could only spend the last time lying on the bed with tears. I was young, and my father didn’t love me very much. I didn’t feel too much grief about my father’s death. I didn’t cry, so I still played the game of golden cicada and shell with my tricks. I remembered that when I was buried for my father, my mother asked me to wear a mourning dress, with a straw rope around my waist and a wooden stick one foot long in my hand to follow my brother. But I said it was ugly. I didn’t care about it and threw that stick aside. My mother said, “good boy, you have already been to school, obedient. I glanced at my mother. Although I did it reluctantly, I lost the filial son stick before I went to my father’s grave. My mother died in the late 1980 s. I have been working in the city for more than ten years. Although Mother is illiterate and so ordinary, I can say that mother is so selfless and great. Mother is the embodiment of kindness and kindness. My father left too early. It was my mother who brought our brothers and sisters up with hardships. Because of my father’s death, my eldest brother read only six books and went home to shoulder the burden of life. However, my mother kept sending me to the university. Among our brothers and sisters, my mother loves me most because I can study. At the dinner table, my mother always put the white rice into my bowl, while she swallowed the black shredded sweet potato. When I went to study in the city, my mother didn’t sleep for several nights in order to sew the quilt cover and pillow case for me. Although when I grew up, sometimes I saw my mother nagging and contradicting her a few words, my mother had never lost her temper with us and always talked softly. My mother was exhausted for our brothers and sisters. Until the day before her death, she was still chopping pork for my sister’s house. Therefore, when I learned the sad news of my mother’s death in the city, I couldn’t control my emotions for a moment and burst into tears. My mother passed away just after the year of flower. Our two brothers lived just in time, but my mother left too early, Because of this, there always seems to be a kind of guilt and debt in my heart. My mother’s death almost made me cry. Because my mother gave me too much, I gave my mother too little return. If my mother’s good character has played a subtle role in my growth, and my mother’s love is the sea, but my foster father has given me wisdom and strength. Father’s love is like a mountain. My foster father was the one who drank the most ink among my father’s generation and grandfather’s generation. He can not only write a good hand of calligraphy, but also put his abacus on his head. When his foster father was young, he believed in Buddhism and had vegetarian food, so the villagers all called him Lord Zhai. To be honest, I grew up on my foster father’s shoulder. Somehow, I liked to be with my foster father since I was a child. My foster father lives alone, and he often buys me delicious food. Because of this, my grandmother and father regarded me as an alien in the family. After my father passed away, my foster father taught me to read and read, and all my reading expenses were borne by my foster father. At that time, there were no extracurricular books at home, so my foster father asked me to take out his stack of Night Songs, which made me read them thoroughly. Later, his foster father became the captain of the smallest official production team in China, so he asked me to help him record work points for the members of the team. His foster father read some books, so he knew the use of reading. He often said that he often read books as big hills. Later, my companions who studied with me in the village dropped out of school one after another, but my foster father kept sending me to college. When my foster father passed away, I had already become a model, a writer, a book, a TV series, and a seven-pin Sesame officer. My eldest brother also worked as a branch secretary in the village for many years, therefore, his funeral was more lively than my mother’s. All the villagers said that no old man in the village had surpassed him. My foster father lived eighty years old. A few years ago, my foster father celebrated his 80th birthday, and my eldest brother invited more than a dozen guests for him. I also rushed to the countryside to celebrate his birthday. When I returned to the city, he walked to the side of my car and greeted me and the driver. I heard from my eldest brother that his foster father was seven or eighty years old. The year before, he even built a mountain road flat with a hoe. The foster father died without any pain. My sister-in-law in the countryside told me: on the day his foster father passed away, he took out his clothes and put them on the bed. He sat cross-legged on the bed, told my sister-in-law something, and then fell asleep like this, never get up again. However, compared with my mother, my foster father’s life is relatively moist, He is over seventy years old, and he can drink three or two white wine. The cigarettes he smoked were also better than the cadres in the village. Others smoked a pack of inferior cigarettes with a few cents, but he didn’t have a pack of white sand cigarettes with a few dollars. He often played paper with people who were a little younger than him. Although he lost more and won less, his life was full and interesting. My ancestors and parents have already parted with the world one after another. Now, I am separated from their yin and yang, and I can only pray for their souls in front of their graves. Some people say that after people die, some go to heaven and some go to hell. Of course, I hope that all the relatives who have passed away will enter heaven, because they are good and ordinary all their lives and have suffered too much in the world. But after passing away, will someone really enter heaven? I can’t answer. The grass will sprout in the next year after it dries up, and the dead will never be reincarnated. The younger generation can only bless them with fireworks and paper money, and let them rest in peace. I lit fireworks and burnt paper money in front of the tomb of my dead relatives. The fireworks splashed and were filled with smoke. Now, my ancestors and parents are floating like the smoke and will never come back again. Like (prose editor: yuiran) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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