I can't tell when it became a way for us to go on vacation, rather than leaving home when we were young and then going home, the mountains of our hometown, the clouds of our hometown are still so beautiful and beautiful, and those familiar people in our hometown are gone.
Dreaming back in the middle of the night, what warms my heart's call is actually a fire in winter, which warms my hands and feet and my frozen heart... Teacher Dongxi's essay "Rushing Toward the Valley" describes the death process of his father, eldest brother-in-law, father-in-law, and third uncle, as well as the writer's inner world. The last sentence, "In the crowd of my hometown, there are many dolls I can't call out their names, and the most familiar faces of my childhood are decreasing day by day, so more often, I sit alone on the mountain pass, talking to the dead undead, more often in remembrance...", which made me burn to the extreme!
Count the people who grew up with me, their voices and smiles are still the same as when I was a child, I often think of them, I don't dare to think about when they left, they are still alive in my yesterday, they are the people who just laughed and called me, my poor aunt is just in her early 50s, but she is also tormented by such and such illness, and I don't know if I will leave like this in the last breath, right? Everyone hid from her, the doctor told that if she felt pain, she would come directly to the hospital for analgesia, so that she was optimistic and decent, and may live longer, but less than a month later, it was not sent to the hospital that day...
Dumplings wrapped to half a person, where can she go? She may have urgent matters to deal with, to go out for a while, but... Never came back
From last year to this year, it was only a little more than a year in time, but it was only a little more than a year, the bad news came out of the village five times, and the pain of the death of familiar people was indescribable, I was stunned, I couldn't believe it, what else could I do, holding a stick of incense, prostrating my head? How many worthless tears?
Can't say goodbye parting more is meaningless, goodbye in the next life, may everyone be safe and sound, healthy and healthy until old...
