Always remember the kindness of parents
Jiang Baobing
April 1 is my father's death day, and I went back to my hometown with my wife and daughter to pay tribute to my parents. Departing at 4 p.m., I bought paper money, apples, bananas, and grilled chicken for the sacrifice in advance. Halfway through the car, the sky sprinkled with raindrops, also like my heavy heart, although my father has been gone for twenty years, but still sometimes in the dream to see each other, the father in the dream is like before he was born, looking at me kindly, without a word. It had been 44 years since my mother had died, and I was still young at the time, so I didn't often dream that my parents were reunited in heaven, and my mother didn't feel lonely.
In front of the ancestral grave behind the village, there are grandparents, fathers and mothers, and grandparents in the courtyard. The ancestral grave is in a wheat field, and the green wheat seedlings are thriving. This place was originally a pear tree garden, I remember that when my father was buried twenty years ago, it was the time when the pear blossoms were in bloom, and the snow-white pear blossoms of one tree after another fell, and the cemetery was solemn.
Kneel before the grave of your parents, arrange the sacrifices, light the paper money of the sacrifice, and the wisps of green smoke float straight into the sky, express greetings to the parents of heaven, and carry away the son's thoughts about his parents. The fire was burning furiously, devouring the yellow paper coins and the colored power coins. It is said that the more the paper money burns, the more joyful the deceased will be. The green smoke drifted in the early spring sky. A few of the paper ashes floated out and floated slowly in the sky, like butterflies flying. Silently pray for parents in your heart, blessing them to be able to live happily and happily like us on the other side of heaven.
At this moment, I can't help but think back to the years that my parents once spent with us, those pictures seem to be vividly remembered, it is not easy for my parents to pull us with hard work, they have done their best for us, they have worked hard, they have worked hard, and they have not yet enjoyed the blessings. Whenever I think of this, I can't help but burst into tears. The parents were frugal in their lives, and the life of the family was even more difficult when the mother was alive, a family of six, only relying on the father's salary of 45 yuan a month, the mother was ill, the brothers and sisters were young, and the annual work was not enough to share the rations. Mother often opened the lid of the grain tank, and when she saw that the corn in the tank had bottomed out again, she frowned and sighed. Now that life is better, I must not let my parents live frugally over there, so every time I go to the grave, I buy a big bundle of paper money and burn it to my parents, so that they can live a generous life over there, and never worry about life again.
The graves of my parents were already green with green grass, and with tears, new soil was planted for the graves and repaired. Finally prostrating our heads three times, we reluctantly left the cemetery. Walking on the country road, the spring scenery comes into view, the distance is peachy willow green, the nearby green wheat seedlings, birds singing the ode of spring, everywhere is a scene of spring, everything is revived, this is a season full of expectations and blessings.
In the Qingming season, let us in such a special day, while remembering the past, we must also be full of hope for the future, have a new understanding of life, cherish life, make our every day full, make our lives more meaningful, and do not waste a good life.
About author:Jiang Baobing, Zi Jianmei, Owner of Jianmei Building, Master of Qingfeng Hall, Member of China Prose Literature Association, Member of the Whole Committee of Dezhou Writers Association, Member of Dezhou Calligraphers Association. He is a director of the Yucheng Writers Association and an editorial board member of Yucheng Literature. The work "Night Reading Lu Xun" won the second prize of the national "Walking with the Republic, Good Books Grow with Me" Reading essay competition, and "Looking at Social Changes from Dietary Changes" won the first prize of the National Day Essay contest for the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. "The Green Plane Tree" won the third prize for outstanding literary and artistic works in practicing the core values of socialism. "Growing Up with the Great Motherland" won the first prize of the "Lucky Color Cup, I and New China" with an award for essays. "The Ancient Road of the Yellow River" won the Excellence Award in the Prose Group in the 4th China Xiajin Yuguo Poetry (Prose) Competition.
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