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Written to the second sister buried in a wheat field

Text: The wanderer from afar

Figure: From the network

The second sister, the second sister who has been diligent all her life

I never dreamed of it

You left in such a heartbreaking way

The sky was overcast, like a locked frown

A group of middle-aged people, pulling the coffin hard

In the wheat field, two lines of deep imprints were left

Your urn, placed in the middle of the coffin

Like, a kernel that cannot be stripped

Written to the second sister buried in a wheat field

Excavators, busy

Under the command of the Grand Master

Either forward or backward

1.2 meters deep, 1.5 meters wide

In the fresh soil, water almost seeps out

Ergu, this is your family's wheat field

You've been toiling here for decades

But at this moment, the land is like a spider's web

Firmly bound to you

You come to the field this time and will never come back

Ergu, you have just moved into the new countryside

Stayed in two garages, just renovated

There is a kitchen, a dining room, air conditioning, a bath

There are also tiles and everything is available

At the door, there are a lot of things that need to be sorted out

It's just that none of this has anything to do with you anymore

The excavator will lift your coffin

Under the command of a nephew of your mother-in-law's family

Constantly adjusting direction

After getting a yes reply

It's all settled

Written to the second sister buried in a wheat field

All your clothes are packed into woven bags

There are shoes, spring, summer, autumn and winter clothes inside

Most of those were bought for you by your cousin

You've never worn it, and there's a lot of it

They were all thrown into the grave

If you see it, it will definitely be very painful

Father said that he and you have the deepest feelings

Back then, the two of you pulled fish together

Walk in the snow and ice

You were twelve years old

You have four sisters, but you have not read a book

At a young age, he went home to earn work

The person who suffers the most is you

In this field, you planted wheat after the autumn harvest

Now it's turquoise, and they spread out one by one

Became a child who was not hugged

The wheat seedlings are on the ground, you are underground

One layer of earth, illusion into two worlds

You are four years younger than your father, and the lights of his life are still on

And you, on the other hand, were the first to extinguish

In front of your grave, cousins and cousins weep

Also remorseful

Perhaps, after losing his mother

Only then do they understand the true meaning of love

Ergu, every summer vacation when I was a child

I love coming to your house

You cooked meals for me and picked well-cooked melons for me

The village you are in, which leaves me with a lot of memories

But now, I'm saying goodbye to you once and for all

Thousands of miles away, I can't come to see you very often

Look at the raised mounds

I still can't believe the fact that you're gone

Everyone will go to death

But compared to the eighty or ninety-year-old people in the countryside who are still alive

Second sister, you are really in too much of a hurry

Written to the second sister buried in a wheat field

The sun is about to set

One by one, the people who attended the funeral left

My eyes were filled with tears again

Looking back, my mood at the moment

It's like those wheat that surround you

Reluctance to disperse

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