Early warm

The grass grows and the warblers fly, and March, which is warm in spring, comes unconsciously. This kind of blowing warmth is somewhat unprepared, but no matter what? It still came …… the wheat seedlings in the field and the weeds along the road were growing crazily, regardless of what they would encounter when they grew up? Or what troubles will it bring after maturity? It has been so desperate for the sunny weather for many days. Every day, we can see the clouds in the sky connected together for a while, and then divided into the shape of petals, maybe this is what is often said in books about cloud circling cloud Shu? Somehow? Standing in the warm sunshine, suddenly there was a kind of unspeakable tiredness and laziness. The wind has been blowing crazily for many days. It blows every day as if it could scrape the land. From time to time, it rolls up many whirlpools and runs one by one. At this time, there are always passers-by saying inexplicably: Is Tomb Sweeping Day coming? Is there a ghost wind blowing? Why is ghost wind a ghost wind? Did our dead ancestors become ghosts? Are they the wind blowing before Tomb Sweeping Day? Why did they choose to set off the waves around Qingming festival? Not far from the other end of the kite was dragging a young mother and her little daughter in her arms. Her mother’s smile had always involved her daughter, although the Kite failed to fly to heaven for several times, my daughter was still giggling under the infection of my mother, and this scene had been infecting me not far away from them all the time. However, I suddenly became so casual and lonely, because, this kind of picture made me feel that it was so far away from me …… stepping on the wheat seedlings which had already been jointed and carefully passing there, my father’s grave appeared in front of me. For seven years, I thought I was no longer sad, but I couldn’t help shedding tears. I always imagined that my father could walk out of this low grave in my mind, and then the father and the daughter talked about their parents’ stories leisurely as before, listening to him telling interesting stories about my childhood when I was young. But in front of me, I was the only one kneeling here devoutly, and my father’s face was no longer seen. Father, why can’t you love your children as before? Father, do you know? My second sister, your second daughter has already suffered from terminal illness. She is so young at the age of 53. I don’t know why death is so ruthless? Why is it so cruel that I want to see your baby’s daughter too early? Father, if you were alive, you would certainly watch and care for your daughter regardless of everything, then we tried every means to discuss with us how to save her life. But now, I can only tell you our helplessness to death with tears. You know? The big family that once gathered together with you as the center has already become a mess of sand since you went there, and the mansion of love has also become a sad city. Father, is this something you will never think? But who can think of us? If you go, maybe all the stories are getting further and further away from us. Everything in the past, Maybe it can only become a good memory. I know that maybe many years later, even these memories will gradually become blurred, and all the memories and unremembered ones don’t want to be deleted from the memory. Father, rest in peace. My daughter doesn’t want to disturb you anymore. I really don’t want to disturb you any more …… looking around, the sky is still so sunny and the wind is still blowing like that. In the distance, the red and green scenery nearby is so attractive, but I still think this spring is warm and cold. Maybe in the spring when it is warm and cold, is the weather so changeable? Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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