Haiyang Literature and Art Micro-Journal, No. 194
Sponsored by Haiyang Writers Association
Editor-in-chief: Sun Haiyun
Executive Editor-in-Chief: Chen Ping
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During the Qingming Festival, the rain is pouring, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
In the Qingming Dynasty, people pay tribute to the past, but also urge the new life, "pedestrians fold willows to send love, and see the spring wind for the old branches."
Approach Qingming
Text/Xinyi
Father is gone
Walk seven years ago
Approaching Qingming today
Thoughts flooded my mind again
The courtyard is overgrown
The faintly recognizable leek opened its eyes seven years ago
The kennel quietly made a sound to me
Suffocating
That thick honeysuckle
Wild child-like madness
Climb up to the bungalow
Explore the warmth of the hands that once were
"If you are not greedy, you will not suffer a big loss"
"Father didn't give you a lot of wealth
But wherever you go
It's not going to be my children."
Ordinary and kind father
Let the years go by
You never go far in your child's heart
Sacrifice to the angels in white
Text/Shi Shuyun
Peach blossom green willow report Qingming
Smoke and rain and tears
Fight the pandemic stops you from traveling
Sacrifice your life for the people
And now the white clothes are still fighting
Blood and youth for the joy of the people
Wait until the end of the epidemic
Raise a toast to your feast
The drizzle drenched my thoughts
The heart knows that although it has not met
You are looking at the earth from heaven
With the blessings of Guotai Min'an
China Eastern Airlines "3.21" air disaster festival
Text/Xin Xia
You just can't hurry
Throw that black bow into the memory of your lover ever since
In the tears of crying you always
Smiling
Montage-like playback
The direction of love has been deviated
At the end, the arms have long been opened
Weak hanging arm
Scattered roses
Wolf as
Wreckage of planes spread across the valley
The cold that rises from the human world is frozen
This should be a warm and tender March
The wind and rain flooded the tears of 132 families
Broke the water of the Forgotten River
This is a world you haven't loved enough
I didn't love you enough
3.21 Not Black Friday
why
White chrysanthemums paved the way home
Father's three fires
Text/Repair Lotus
It's time for clarity again.
I remember that when I was studying and working, the annual Qingming Festival to worship ancestors and visit the graves of martyrs not only became a habit, but gradually precipitated into a kind of idea engraved in the bones. No matter how far away the mountains and rivers are, no matter how busy and tired, the Qingming Festival always tries to go to the grave to worship the ancestors.
Due to the epidemic this year, the city issued a document clarifying the suspension of ancestor worship in the Qingming Dynasty. Seeing that Qingming's return to his hometown to go to the grave was yellow, his heart was helpless and unwilling, and he always felt that something was missing. But because of the epidemic, there is no other way.
I had the idea of writing an essay to mourn my ancestors. Father in heaven, are you okay? In the more than ten years since you left, I have been going to see you every year, but this year, my daughter can't go under special circumstances.
Father, will you blame me? I know that you are a retired veteran cadre who joined the work before the founding of the People's Republic of China, who has worked for the party for many years, and you told me to listen to the party! So, you're not going to blame me, right?
Although I can't go to see you, I will not forget what you told me when you were alive. You have said many times: If people want to live a good life and their careers want to prosper, they must have "three fires"!
A fire is a firework in the home. That is, three meals a day, to be cooked in the kitchen, the family eats together, talks, and is kind, which not only cultivates feelings, but also makes the family popular.
The second fire is to have incense in the cemetery. The ancestral graves have pressed white paper on them, and the incense placed in the cemetery is thoughtful, indicating that the descendants of the family are prosperous and filial piety.
Three fires are days to be red-hot. With the popular "fireworks" in the kitchen and the thriving "incense" in the cemetery, isn't this the symbol of the "red fire" of the day?
My father explained to me a truth with simple facts: Man, only by taking filial piety as the basis, being honest, doing things in a down-to-earth manner, and being diligent and thrifty will he live a good life.
After all these years, I have long understood. I always followed my father's will, to be a person of my duty, to do things seriously, and to be a serious person. Although I am retired at home, I still have a little heat, a little light, and do what I like to do that is good for society. I don't want fame and fortune, only for peace of mind!
Rest assured, Father! The "fireworks" in the world I do myself every day! The "incense" in the cemetery I will continue every year.
Father, although the incense in front of your old man's grave has been temporarily deserted this year' Qingming, this is precisely for the prosperity of the family and the country.
After the epidemic is over, the world is clear, and our days will be more prosperous! Isn't this what Father Nine Springs want to see the most?