Tomb-Sweeping Day, arrived as scheduled in April when the long grass warbler flew. The weather is sunny and there is no sign of getting wet, but my heart is not happy at all, because I miss my father!
Whenever I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I always go to the grave with my father to worship my ancestors. Along the way, my father always told me about their past and the deeds of their ancestors. He said that my grandfather, grandmother, uncle and uncle are no longer familiar to him, but in my memory, among these deceased ancestors, I only met my grandmother once. My grandmother is very kind to me. When I was a child, she often gave me delicious food. After many years, this old man has always been the most unforgettable memory in my life!
Qingming, in the eyes of the world, is a day to pay homage to the old friends. And among those who have passed away, when is this?
Every year when Tomb-Sweeping Day is approaching, my father always takes us to the grave with thick paper money and stands in front of grandparents' graves. My father took out paper money, lit incense, and took out cooked tributes to offer. At that moment, my father was speechless, his face was full of sadness, and tears swirled in his eyes. At that time, I couldn't understand my father's feelings and the loneliness and loneliness of losing my loved ones. Now that my father has left us, looking back, I suddenly realized how my father felt when he recalled his loved ones! When a person loses his parents, there will be infinite loneliness in his heart, let alone Tomb-Sweeping Day!
As long as I can remember, my father likes smoking and drinking, especially smoking. He always lights a cigarette when he gets up every morning and evening. Smoke rings circled in the hut, making the room smoky, so he was often scolded by my mother. But in those years when he left, he stopped smoking and drinking. Even so, the disease has not spared his life. ...
Thinking about this, my heart ached. If my father were still alive, he would definitely take us to the cemetery and tell us about smoking. If my father were still alive, he would still worship at the graves of his grandparents as usual, silent and heartbroken. If my father were still alive, he would tell us many distant stories. However, on this day, I think, my father will never come back to this world. I can only think of my dead father again and again through reminiscence in these years. If Jiuquan has ears, I think my father will hear his son's crying and his child's blessing when he thinks of him!
Father is gone, and he will always be a match in this life! If we say that the Qingming Festival in previous years was to remember our ancestors, this year's Qingming Festival is to visit our father who left home. Can the father in the grave also feel the arrival of his children and grandchildren, and can he hear the memory of his children crying?
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. How many clear tears did this poem wet? How many people have had their hearts wet? There seems to be no sign of rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, but the rain of missing my father has wet my April writing. Recalling the days when I was with my father, I struggled and cried again and again in loneliness, and tears soaked my heart again and again. ...
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine! In this world, where will you go is human nature! But the loneliness of losing loved ones is heartbreaking!
The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? . How to transcend the life and death of the Millennium? In this Qingming, I once again turned my attention to the moment when my father left this world. He didn't struggle. The last tear came from his eyes and he left us safely. I hold my father's hand. At that moment, I felt my heart melted and tears welled up in my eyes! What kind of disappointment is this?
Life and death parted, and we were heartbroken. That scene became my last memory when my father was alive! Everyone has to experience this day, and everyone is unwilling to face it. At that moment, in addition to sadness, more is the sadness and loneliness brought by the departure of a life!
Today is commonly called "Qingming", which is the first day of Qingming! From then on, I can't help but think of the high arch grave on the hillside of my hometown, the paper sign flying on the top of the grave, the firecrackers ringing from the sky to the world, the crying cries, and the lingering echoes in the empty valley. In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, how much grief can't be pinned, how many people with broken hearts are about to die, and how many people miss their old friends, just like the drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day, can be relieved in these days. ...
In April, sadness will sing in Qingming, a stone tablet, a handful of loess, a piece of hanging paper money and a memory. It is the tears of Qingming that moisten the people who bow down and pray in the world!
Spring breeze is still the same, spring scenery is still the same, just a missing heart wandering in the scattered luster!
What is the occasion tonight? Speaking of Tomb-Sweeping Day, I will think of my father, and my sadness will come from this. ...