Qingming

Qingming random miss little cousin — Heaven happiness the rain of April was scattered down, standing in front of the window, I looked at the thin rain, I don’t know how good the little cousin in heaven is? Whether it is lonely or not, whether it is still so young and bright. Ten years, life and death are two boundless, I don’t think about it, I will never forget it. The distant heaven blocks my lovesickness towards you, which makes people feel desolate everywhere. The branches of April in the north are drawing strips, the tender grass is growing, and the clear river slowly flows, the soft spring breeze can send my missing for you. 10 years ago today, 18-year-old you Ah, is Sprint life college entrance examination of the mark, but who did not think, bad luck to you hit, terrible acute hematologic making you sick, you fell down quietly with the dream of youth, the unforgettable pain of relatives, the hope of teachers and the expectation of parents. You know that in less than 100 days, relatives are in pain, crying, you are tired, you have to rest, since then, you have left the campus you love, your partners and relatives, 18 years old, your short youth life has become a rootless flower in heaven. Little cousin, Qingming Festival every year is the saddest day for relatives. You don’t have to be afraid this year. There are grandparents and grandmothers who love you in heaven to accompany you and spend a long time together in heaven, waiting for the fate of the third reincarnation. Little cousin, you use your life to complete your funeral for your studies and relatives, as well as the eternal return of your soul. You have stayed in your youth forever and gained eternity. You know in your previous life, how much we love you! Qingming Festival is coming, we scatter flowers into the flowing river, and let the flowers send our infinite grief for you. Facing the bright sky, the clear river water and the Earth carrying infinite hope, I shouted loudly, little cousin-happiness in heaven! Mother-in-law, long time no see-are you okay? My mother-in-law, my dear mother, today your children and I gathered beside you again, but you lay quietly in the land of your hometown and could not see your children and grandchildren, now you can’t drink the fragrant tea you like to drink. Mom, thank you for your care and consideration over the years. You left without taking away a cloud, a drop of water and a color, only your love and tolerance are left. I pursue your steps in the world, but I can’t find your footprints either. I ask the Earth, white clouds, the green grass, where have you been to the evergreen pine Cypress? Mom, how many times have I come back home in the night, but I have nothing to say but tears. Now I come to your grave and present my children’s deep attachment to you, the burning banknote brought the blessings of my children in this life. Mom will go all the way! Mom! My dear mother-in-law, long time no see, how are you in heaven? You know, it seems that I haven’t accepted this fact yet. I always feel that you are still there. Do you still remember the details of the world of mortals. Time was really ruthless. In a flash, it was tomb-sweeping Day. In previous years, it was you who told your children to send more money to their ancestors, hoping that they would be reincarnated earlier in the Ming Dynasty. But this year’s Tomb-Sweeping Day, no one came to tell their children. Mother-in-law, my dear mother, Qingming Festival, whether you come back in the power world, whether you drink Meng Po soup, forget your beloved children and grandchildren in this life, whether you pass the Naihe Bridge, take the Sansheng stone and enter the track of reincarnation. Mom, your leaving, your abandonment, your forgetting and loneliness are accompanied by the colorless and tasteless wind. Thank you for the grass on the tomb, the green pine and cypress, waiting for your sleeping soul, whether the burning ghost coin has been received, and the jumping flame is your dream. It is expected that every year the broken part of the intestines, the bright moon night, the short Songgang, can not express the mother’s infinite care for his children and grandchildren, and can not explain the children’s deep nostalgia for the mother’s mourning for the famous and unknown martyrs. It is Qingming. We came to the Martyrs Cemetery to pay tribute to the revolutionary martyrs. The Holy Flowers expressed the infinite grief of later generations. The flags fluttered to send us deep nostalgia for the martyrs and saw the tombstone engraved with famous or anonymous people, our hearts were in pain. The martyrs sacrificed their precious lives for the well-being and happiness of the people and the peace of the motherland. Some of them stayed on the land of other places without leaving their names, it makes people recall, feel and grieve. In the tomb-sweeping Day, let us always remember the spirit of the martyrs, the Gone history and the immortal monument of the martyrs. Qingming Festival is a sad day for flowers. The sad day is filled with the devotion of the soul, quietly paying tribute to the ancestors and expressing their missing and recalling. Tomb-Sweeping Day is our loneliest day. People who used to accompany us have become worshiped now. Tomb-Sweeping Day is the busiest day in heaven, and relatives in distant heaven, only later generations paid sacrifices to ancestors and asked the emperor to return, but no one answered. Qingming Festival is the most heartbreaking day for us to pay tribute to our martyrs and relatives. 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