"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Qingming is the saddest season and also the season of nostalgia.
A drizzle after another, countless soft willows, touched people's endless yearning. On this spring day, when the spring breeze makes people intoxicated and the sunset makes people worry about thousands of things, the picture scroll of memory can't help but unfold. At this time, I remembered the scene when my father and uncle met in Qingming, and my mood became heavy.
My uncle joined the army in his early years and fought in the north and south during the war of liberation, which made great contributions to national liberation. After liberation, he went to Jinan professionally. Uncle is a very filial son, but he can't be filial to his parents for the sake of revolution. In my memory, he came to pick up my grandmother and go to Jinan for the winter. After grandma's death, Uncle Qingming brought his children back to worship his ancestors and sweep the grave every year. With the passage of time, 30 years have passed in an instant. Although he is now nearly 90 years old, it has become a routine for him to come back to my home in Tomb-Sweeping Day to pay homage to his ancestors. My uncle is getting old. In fact, we don't want him to go home to visit the grave again, but he said, "I am old, and as soon as I come back, I will be less."
The year before last in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father fell ill. He heard that his uncle was coming back to visit the grave again, so he asked us to dress him early and sit in the yard. At ten noon, my uncle came. Although he is eight years older than his father, his body is very strong. As soon as I got off the bus, I heard his hearty laughter. Father is sitting in a chair. Although he was vague, he was obviously happy. After a brief greeting, we accompanied my uncle to the cemetery in the mountains north of the village. With a sad face, my uncle burned paper in front of his grandparents' graves, and even knocked his head off. After dinner, my uncle wanted to leave, and my father took his hand and stared at him blankly. He wanted to say something, but said nothing. He burst into tears. My uncle patted his father's hand and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, I will come back to see you." I know, this is my uncle comforting my father and letting go of his father's hand. My uncle's eyes have been looking at the sky, and I can see the tears in his eyes spinning. As he walked, he said to himself, "My brother, what can I do?" After my uncle returned to Jinan, he contacted the provincial hospital, but all his efforts failed to save his father's life. At this moment, I remembered my father's tears. Maybe he predicted that this would be my brother's last time.
Uncle Qingming did not come back after his father died last year. Tomb-Sweeping Day, he called back the day before yesterday and said that he was not well and could not come back. Let's buy more paper incense for his grandparents and younger brother. Hearing this, I was silent and sad. After all, he is an old man in his late nineties. He will always remember Qingming, burn some paper incense in front of his ancestral grave, and do his duty of filial piety to the younger generation.
The sunshine outside is bright and warm, and the spring breeze blows, which is fresh and pleasant, but a little cool. I am reminded of Du Mu's poem "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." In my early years, I always thought that "losing my mind" meant the sorrow of my ancestors and ignored the feelings of passers-by. Now I deeply understand the feelings of passers-by, think of my uncle, and think that Du Mu's poems are really well written. This "passer-by" refers not only to passers-by, but also to those who have been away for a long time, running for their lives, and Tomb-Sweeping Day doesn't go home to worship their ancestors!