Leaves fall back to the roots
On the ninth day of the Chinese New Year, I walked to a farmhouse on the street and saw that the doorway was stacked with wreaths, and the white paper flowers were shivering in the cold wind. This is a couple in their fifties, their children go out to work, with a grandson, farming for a living, their happy and harmonious appearance, the old couple is in good health, not like this kind of person who will die at any time. I whispered to an acquaintance who was passing by who had driven the crane home. The acquaintance made a glance and motioned for me to go aside, and then said something long to me...
It turned out that the family had died from their uncle who was far away in the province. More than thirty years ago, this uncle planned to follow his son to live in other provinces, and gave his own homestead to his nephew, that is, the family that is now doing funerals, and at that time, an agreement was made that in the future, if the old man returned to the west and returned to his hometown to do funerals, his nephews and nephews and nephews, including later nephews and grandchildren, would unconditionally accept the series of operations of the morgue and the funeral of relatives and friends, so this is not, the family has not finished the first month, and they will have to organize the funeral of their uncles.
As it turns out, I also said that this family is in good health, and I am wondering if it is solved. It's just why the son of this dead old man doesn't want to buy a cemetery for his father, and it will be more convenient to pay tribute to the New Year's Festival in the future.
Cemeteries in the city are very expensive, not acceptable to ordinary people. Moreover, the old man had already arranged it before, leaving a last word, and the leaves fell back to the roots. It was only because he had wronged this nephew that he had started a funeral before the end of the fifteenth.
The acquaintance finished talking and walked away.
At present, funerals in the countryside are still being carried out in a big way, and the corpses are parked in the hall house for three days, accepting worship by relatives and friends, flowing water, buying coffins for burial, blowing and blowing trumpets, setting up drama tents, and the high-priced "weeping spirits" on the day of the funeral, blocking the pass, is another important play, the firecrackers are countless, and the burned paper money is flying all over the sky. Find someone to look at the yin house, look at the feng shui, get up the pit, and then the coffin falls, fill the soil, and the grave bag should not be too high, affecting the life limit of the undead in the family. Then a person's life is dusted back to dust.
This old man is willing to return to his homeland, there are nephews willing to mortuary home, but most of the background of the old people who have left the hometown often sell the old house objects together, and when they return to the mountains in a hundred years, there is often no way back to retreat, I personally saw an old man with cancer dying in a desolate foreign land, dying and begging to be buried in his hometown, the children had to take the ashes and run back thousands of miles, no family was willing to accept, had to set up a tent in the wilderness, invited a moving flowing water mat, but also a moratorium for three days, but also blowing and beating, lively to send the old man on the last journey. The endless desolation, the daughter said with tears in her eyes, the father is pitiful, and there is no place to put it after death. But most of the old people in the city bought cemeteries. There is not so much red tape.
However, the return of leaves to the root is perhaps the most simple wish of most people.
Leaves fall back to the roots
This old man is willing to return to his homeland, there are nephews willing to mortuary home, but most of the background of the old people who have left the hometown often sell the old house objects together, and when they return to the mountains in a hundred years, there is often no way back to retreat, I personally saw an old man with cancer dying in a desolate foreign land, dying and begging to be buried in his hometown, the children had to take the ashes and run back thousands of miles, no family was willing to accept, had to set up a tent in the wilderness, invited a moving flowing water mat, but also a moratorium for three days, but also blowing and beating, lively to send the old man on the last journey. The endless desolation, the daughter said with tears in her eyes, the father is pitiful, and there is no place to put it after death.
