Qingming

Finally, after several capricious sandstorms, the spring breeze restrained its unruly temper and rushed into the embrace of the Earth impatiently. The Earth forgave the capricious nature of the spring breeze with her kind motherhood, she opened her mind and let the spring breeze be angry with her warm belly. As if overnight, fresh grass buds, wormwood, and Red Bull everywhere licked the unwillingly stretching sweet roots, so the wilderness was no longer dominated by the cold tone, and the hollow and dazzling sound was locked, the cold smoke is as if at ease, clear and beautiful at the moment when the sun is rising. It seemed that naturally she held her children seriously with loving mother-like feelings, waken them carefully from the deep cold mountains and depressions, making them wake up and grow lively in the spring breeze. However, the brutal ban given by the long winter was like a silent meditation, which became a contented smile on her forehead in the spring breeze. I always feel that time flies not fast enough. I always think that the sun will shrink in the deep winter. When I am still rubbing my hands in the cold, moving my heavy and stubborn legs and looking at the World confusedly, when thinking about everything the world gives me that I don’t approve of, spring comes to you quietly like this. It seems that you are obliged to leave you on the passionate silk cloth shaken by the spring breeze overnight, making you swim passively on the turbulent river with hidden ice and snow, let you instinctively grasp the oars scattered in the water flow for ups and downs in a hurry, realize its importance, its defense function, and realize that losing it equals losing your own goals and motivation. Hesitation and slack are not necessary after all. They are hidden killers that ruin your progress. It will easily make you lose your morale and bury yourself in the water without a single soldier. However, water still needs to flow, sing, dance, and carry on the transition of the State cycle of the next four seasons without stopping. Therefore, shaking up the spirit will not be abandoned by the season and submerged by the secular world. When I opened the calendar, it was not the red Arabic numerals 2, 3 and 4 that touched my eyes. Because I have already known that it is the striking sign of the Qingming Festival holiday, and it is a special warm day for Chinese to sacrifice their ancestors to go on a journey of youth and spring. My mother has passed away for many years. Every Tomb-Sweeping Day, the heart is wet by drizzle, but it is often impossible to kneel in front of my mother’s grave as scheduled. The long journey, coupled with many factors that couldn’t be promised during the period, made the annual Tomb-sweeping sacrifice become a kind of lost guilt pouring regret, and let the paper ash flying at the crossroads be swept away quietly. I don’t know whether the paper money was remitted to your mother’s bank in heaven as my son wished, and became the silver coins used by you and your father for daily expenses. But after all, that was our memory. Though we couldn’t keep it in mind all the time, we had never wiped it out from our son’s heart. In the breath of spring, the misty paper money melted into the ever-present missing in my son’s heart, and the inexhaustible love you gave us. Let you bless the children of your children in the heaven, be clever and kind, become the extension of our life, and continue the beautiful flowers in the world. Tomorrow is Tomb Sweeping Day on April 4, and on lunar February 27, mother is the day when you left us for ten years. At that moment, in our heartbreaking pain, you still left us resolutely! Your weak life is no less than ordinary and great every 365 days, and your children are always remembered. All of our food, clothing, housing, transportation, joys and sorrows are yours. You do all the housework that can be done for us every day, and at the same time, you don’t forget to put your careful thoughts on each of us, sister, second sister, eldest brother, third sister, second brother, and my little sister and I. We seem to be the gorgeous flowers in your eyes, the verdant willow buds and the flourishing crops in the Earth. You appreciate us happily and act on us. Let’s become the heavy seeds under the autumn sun, the thick wood and the yellow corn cobs. You are the mother-in-law who laughs the happiest in the midautumn sunset, an old man who is satisfied. On Lunar February 27, a Yang catkin knew illness, the river knew gratitude, and the Wild Goose knew the days when the Sky needed to fly, and your children knelt down before your knees. From then on, you begin to pay attention to your children from another world. We slowly come back to the world you left us from the sad pain, a tender red dust that is dominated by light, supported by Justice, adjusted by kindness and ugliness. Let’s stretch our arms and release our ambitions. We, your children, have stepped into the life course without parents to continue to protect and train. The flesh body you give is filled with the kindness and sincerity you give, make it become a smart and tenacious individual. The system which takes each of us as its root begins to grow branches and leaves, flourishing every spring and every season. Although the world is always full of difficulties, ugliness and unfairness, it is not uncommon in the world of mortals to challenge the courage, justice and light. But you have given us life, taught us sincerity, and infused us with all the good characters that are tenacious and contend with the world. We and I didn’t bow down in front of the helpless life and retreat at the forefront of the ever-changing world. It just makes us stand up and walk every step of yearning for light calmly in an ordinary posture. With the birth of the annual rings, my son understands that the fall of life and the heavy attack of disease are the situations that human beings can’t fight against; With the city of the world, my son knows that life is short, meaningful, and there are ups and downs, after several ups and downs, my son believed that it would be difficult to become a great tool without sharpening. Dear mother, have you heard the trumpet of spring breeze? Do you feel the enthusiasm of spring breeze? Have you stepped on the noisy breast of nature? Do you smell the freshness of the soil in spring? Have you heard your grandson’s laughter like a copper bell on the playground? Ah, mother, your children and grandchildren, who are as tenacious as the spring breeze, are rushing to spring with vigorous momentum to eliminate the snow in February 27, 2016

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