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Sending Qingming festival from afar if you ask where your heart is sad, every year the loess fills a new grave inscription guess that in these days, everyone will say a poem in which the rain rains in Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to break their souls, fortunately, there are still people who remember this day. In my memory, the Tomb-Sweeping Day in childhood was the orchid full of mountains, the Tomb-Sweeping Day in childhood was the verses that people on the road wanted to break their souls, while the tomb-sweeping day now is the endless yearning for the days before, my aunt published a sentence in the space, to the effect that I missed my grandparents. When I saw it, my heart was really sour for a long time, one is that I was moved by my aunt’s yearning for my grandparents, and the other is that I have not avoided the guilt in my heart for many years. My grandmother’s eggs in childhood and the frolic in the bathtub all came into my mind, put your hands together and pray sincerely that they are well in heaven, not alone, not worried, not working hard on the loess, burying many pillars in people’s hearts, that mountain, presumably, the continuous overcast rain is the tears in the hearts of those strong people. It is the rain of lovesickness. Light a few incense, burn a pile of paper money, and talk about the daily routine that has not been finished, click a string of firecrackers and watch the rising smoke and the paper ash hovering slowly. The firecrackers are also their unique language. Let them take their thoughts, gratitude and guilt, only when you lose can you cherish it. I’m really sorry. Deep in your soul, we still love you. This time is a time when sorrow and beauty are intertwined. Thousands of acres of flowers bloom, but there are fewer people watching flowers together, can I see you off with the tens of thousands of mu of flowers? Maybe this is the endless life cycle. In the flowers, is he laughing at one place, and is it another way of living for her life? In the world of mortals, we who live are their partners. We live not only for ourselves, but also for them. Facing the aging of our faces and the fragility of our lives, to avoid the scene of filial piety but absence of relatives like today, I think as children, we should know how to care, cherish a life-and-death dialogue, send rain to chase the soul, kiss each other, heart to heart, may the dead rest in peace, the living be happy, safe, happy, strong and brave to live, merciful and kind to live like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…