Fall Red

Today, I went to the countryside to visit my father, uncle and grandmother. Through a large peach and plum garden, I saw the flowers which were still in full bloom a few days ago falling under the tree one after another. The pink flowers and snow-white flowers were like fake flowers in my hands. In this tomb-sweeping season, spreading all over the ground, it also conveys endless grief for the dead and deep sigh for the short life. I remember that half a month ago, when I went to Wenqing village of Shenshan to enjoy peach blossom together with my friends from Lushui Literature Society, the peach blossoms full of trees and trees were smiling to welcome the spring breeze and blooming charming, which really added some sincere love to me, joy and reverie I didn’t expect that half a month later, when I came to the peach forest again, the peach blossoms of the trees fell down under the tree, leaving branches swaying in the spring breeze. Looking at this scene, it suddenly occurred to me that in A Dream of Red Mansions that I was reading, Lin Daiyu’s song of Burying Flowers: flowers fade, flowers bloom all over the sky, and red flowers fade. Who is pitiful? When will the Spring Pavilion of the Spring Pavilion with soft gossips touch the plain embroidery curtain with light floc? It is hard to find a wandering life. Last night, when I was reading this poem, I couldn’t help feeling my tears and sadness caused by those sad and sad words and scenes in the poem. The short life, the boundless road ahead and the unpredictable things of the world have made many literati and scholars sigh with emotion. Life is just like the falling red everywhere. How beautiful the flowers are when they bloom, but I don’t know which day they will fall into mud. Just like my father in front of me, two years ago, he sat at the head of the bed talking and laughing with us, but now, it turns into a pile of loess, forever separated by yin and yang, returning to the Earth. Why isn’t everything in this vast world like this? Spring comes and winter comes, flowers bloom and fall, life and death go round and round. This is the natural law of all creatures and the objective law of nature, and no one can resist it. In fact, everyone comes to this world empty and leaves this world empty. Only those immortal thoughts, meaningful words, calligraphy and paintings, and wonderful music can live forever and last forever. However, these are so far away for many of our ordinary people. What we can finally return to the Earth is to turn into a pile of loess to enrich the Earth. Just like flowers, when they bloom, they bring charming beauty and intoxicating fragrance to the world. When they fall behind, they rot into a pile of fertilizer, serving the flowers and trees that give birth to them. Because of the fallen leaves and fallen flowers rotting into mud and becoming the nutrition of the mother tree, the mother tree can grow more luxuriant and blossom and bear fruit year after year in the plant world. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Flowers are like this, so are people. In this way, I have been entangled in my heart recently. I feel relieved for the missing and sad mood of my deceased relatives. Most of my deceased relatives are just like the fallen flowers and leaves: ordinary, ordinary and simple. They have left nothing immortal and everlasting to this world, but their voice, appearance and smile are always blooming in the memory of their relatives. Their muddy bodies, like fallen flowers, are returning to this beloved land. In this Qingming Festival, I cherish them affectionately. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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