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I got up from my dream and looked at the electronic clock. At 8:30, I was in a panic. I hurried to change my clothes. I didn’t know if there was a phone call to urge me. I picked up my mobile phone and several big words of Saturday were on the screen. Oh, I was stunned for a while. Is day off. Fluttering back to bed, fluttering back to dream, where was I am just now? It seems that somewhere in my hometown, I tried my best to restore and squeeze into the world I just walked out. Although the world is as dim, gloomy and fearful as before. It was on my way out of school, a windy afternoon, the rain came from the front, which made me suffocated and could not open my eyes. The doors and windows of every household nearby were locked, and I didn’t intend to disturb them either. I just want to walk through the rain, through the wind and find my home. Maybe that’s just a kind of stubbornness for me to compete with others. I can’t express it. Sometimes I also seriously fall into a long thought. I stroked my family one by one, and even my dead grandma was aroused from the grave by me. The dead are sober. The alternation of life and death not only makes the living people feel that life and death are alive, but also gives the dead the honor and peace they never had before, before his death, all the complaints about others and himself were deeply buried in the soil, and the paper money floating on the tomb every year seemed to tell every living person passing by that the dead actually lived in the hearts of their relatives forever. I touched grandma’s hand. Her hands were as slender and dry as before, and those bulging veins on the back of her hands disappeared. Her hair was still tied behind her head without any confusion. A few silver hairpins that were inserted in the bun were given to me before she left. Now she uses a black hair net. Grandma used to be a landlady. She remained dignified and elegant until she died. She looked solemn and calm, as if she was going to attend some ceremony, which made my heart confused. I think grandma is going to die or give birth? Did grandma become a landlord again when she arrived there? Over there, the torture and pain brought by the movements she had experienced in the world would never reappear. From then on, she would always look at her relatives and younger generations in a dignified manner, the only thing that was the same as before was her silence, which would be the eternal freeze. This thought made me look down on her, and the resentment that she didn’t like me, the first granddaughter in her life vanished at this moment. I saw her off with tears. At this moment, she was still silent to me, and her eyes were the kindness she had never seen before. Death is sometimes a good thing, but the living world can not easily feel the warmth and understanding given by the dead. When I saw the word nirvana before, I always thought it was the patent of Buddhism, but at this time, I deeply disagreed that everyone could Nirvana. When dying, euthanasia would lead to detachment, which was also a Nirvana. And father uttered not a. He never made any summary and arrangement for his whole life. He cleaned his yard and watered the flowers invariably every day. No matter in spring, summer, autumn and winter, he sprayed all the green plants in the yard with a long water pipe. The plants enjoying the water were blooming happily, xi gan’s plants became more and more depressed, but they couldn’t protest, so they had to stick to the correct way of living by dying. After finishing these, my father leaned on his chair, reading while making marks. I turned over my father’s book, and he circled countless sentences. In my opinion, the sentences were extremely simple, but my father drew horizontal lines below, some of which were still two horizontal lines. I think this is not what he wanted to say happened to be told by others, or a word touched his mind, reminding him of a deep past? When mother was too busy to come, she would ask father to do some housework. Father listened and said nothing about it. He glanced at mother, then returned to his book or continued to nap. When his mother got angry, he slowly stood up and did it silently. I am don’t do housework. The words my father often said when he was young had already been swallowed up by the years. Seeds are buried deep in the soil, and the soil is dried by the annual rings without nutrients. It is no longer important whether there are seeds or not, and the surface is desolate, spacious and distant. In the year I left, those camphora trees were deeply rooted and luxuriant, and the wide crown blocked the burning sun. I sat under the shady tree for a long time. When a gust of wind blew, I heard the leaves and branches laughing briskly. I also smiled in a trance. When the wind passed, what did I want to say to the tree? The smell of the fragrant tree came over, and I forgot what I wanted to say. I just sucked the fragrance desperately, sucked into the lungs can not relieve hatred. A little ant climbed on my instep when I didn’t know. I pushed it to the ground. It turned over and stumbled, then climbed up, changed direction and climbed towards the root of the tree. The tree root should be its safe home. A plastic bag was beating Xuan er on the ground, and I watched it being scraped onto the branch blankly like a soul-calling flag hanging there, waving hurriedly to another place, gradually, it is too far to be seen. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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