Clear and wounded

Close to the Ching Ming Festival, the family is very early ready to make the Qingming fruit wormwood - a peaceful scene and the "clear rain of the Qingming Festival" is somewhat out of place, as if in my mind, Qingming has been linked to the cold, Every time I go to the Qingming, it doesn't rain, I feel that the sky can't live clear. This Ching Ming Festival, I feel not only cold, but also the sadness of "the road is going to break the soul."

Before the Qingming, I went home at the weekend, only for a moment, I heard the sound of crying not far away. I want to look at it in the past, but the horn that followed me dispelled my thoughts - it was a mourning horn, which hinted that I had someone else from the world. I asked my relatives and knew that it was not far from a family in the alley. I walked close to the alley, and my childhood memories couldn't help but make me think a lot – a slashed and tall old man came to my eyes from the depths of my mind.

In my memory, I only met him several times, but every time I saw him, it was in the field. There is a big black cow in his family, so he will do some farm work that cultivates the land. Specifically, I have not looked at it carefully, but I have never forgotten the picture when he cultivated the field. On the contrary, he remembered it very clearly. In the history class, when I talked about farming civilization, I immediately thought that he would drive the cattle to cultivate the land - one hand whip, one hand carrying the plow head, the thighs walking hard in the deep land, the rolled up pants feet were Deep yellow mud is dip into a large yellow spot.

I remember that he still has a 70-year-old wife. Sometimes, she can sit in my house for a long time, but I have never seen him come out together. As for whether I didn’t see it or not, I don’t know it, I don’t want to know. And now I am concerned about Qingming’s gradual sweeping of the tomb and the festival of ancestors, but it has become the eternal pain in his heart.

Today, I pushed open the window, it was a time of great vitality, until I passed by in front of my eyes. Although she just stayed in front of my eyes for a few seconds, my notes of her eyes glowed with a dim, empty legs that looked like two pieces of firewood that were squeezed at any time. I can't stand it, close the window, and leave me alone in the green sunshine.

"Maybe he is looking forward to the joy of spring returning to the earth for another year, but in the thoughts, I am shocked by the cries that are very loud because of the proximity, and I saw a group of mourners dressed in white mourning clothes coming out. At the lane, and then I heard the horns of the sound, they were buried in the house. In this sad hug, I gave the old man the final journey of life with respectful eyes.

The Qingming Festival is close, and the atmosphere of the festival can be heard everywhere. I only feel that the Qingming Festival has enjoyed people's respect. They are all drunk in the air, and should be prepared for her lonely, with unlimited happiness.

The third day: clear water and comfort