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A song "Sauvignon Blanc" to remember the deceased relatives!
But when it rains at night
He Shu
It was night, and the continuous rain outside the window was like a huge curtain covering her heart. Remembering that the rain had lasted for several days, her heart was suddenly troubled and sad, and the same rainy season of that month filled her heart.
Once upon a time, she loved poetry, and rain meant mischievous and romantic. Unexpectedly, the rainy season of that month seemed to be an ominous foreshadowing for her. It is usually difficult to see my mother get sick once and take a pill, but that night my mother did not have time to say a few words to the family she loved, and she hurriedly walked through her life.
Her mother's departure pushed her heart into the endless rainy season.
It is said that people will truly appreciate that life is a strange thing until they experience some things in middle age. Maybe one second you're still talking and laughing, and the next second reality might crush people. What is even more humiliating is that it is obviously grief, but crying has become the "luxury" of adults, not wanting to cry bitterly, there is an opportunity to cry, but also taking into account the scene and the people around them. Sometimes not only can not cry, but also have to grit their teeth in time to shoulder the responsibility of life.
The rainy season of that month was deeply engraved in my mind. She knew that her mother was just a very ordinary person in the world. But she stubbornly believed that or was naïve and affectionate, knowing that her mother was a kind person before she was born, and the rain during that time must have been regretting that it was tearing for the lack of a kind person in the world.
The rainy night before sending her mother out of the funeral was vividly remembered. Late at night, the guests, the gong and drum team members, and the family all arranged to return to their places, and after a busy day, she silently guarded her mother's cold spiritual hall, numbly continuing the incense. It is not that she is superstitious, but that she follows the customs of her hometown and keeps incense burning until the deceased leaves the funeral. Knowing that her mother would be out of the funeral at 5 a.m., she pretended to be strong and did not have the courage to seize the last opportunity to get along with her mother and cry. She did not dare to cry because she was afraid of irritating her extremely sad father. In the days after her mother left, she has been acting as an insincere person, obviously very sad in her heart, but pretending to calmly comfort her family: people, will always go, mother because Shouyuan arrived. We all live strongly, which is the best consolation for our mother in the spirit of heaven!
Before her mother was born, she was friendly and open-minded, and people familiar with her outside the mountains sighed and left in a hurry. In those years, when the mother who was not rich was not picked up, the bowl of rice sent to the east family, the noodles sent to the west family, the tuition fee paid for the neighbor's baby, and the medicine fee for the next door pad were all squeezed out of the money that the mother sent to the family to buy farm manure from her father who worked outside the home. These trivial things, the neighbors still remember. On the mother's funeral day, they told their children who were away by word of mouth, and each family set several wreaths. According to the custom of the old family, the wreath should be accompanied by a wreath to the cemetery when the funeral is made. However, in recent years, in addition to some elderly people left in the rural areas, most of the young people have gone out to work. Her mother's funeral at 5 a.m. meant that it was not yet dawn, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the thought of so many wreaths going to the cemetery together. In recent years, the young people in the countryside have basically gone out to work, and some of the remaining elderly people cannot get up so early, and they cannot bear to alarm the old father in grief and the brother who is sick. That night, she thought for a long time, and gritted her teeth and made the final decision: to carry it alone!
The dark night of the countryside in the rainy season, except for the occasional dog bark, is a boundless dark and gloomy forest, and from time to time a gust of wind and grass is creepy. The mountain road in the dark night was muddy, and she thought about her mother's voice and smile and the bits and pieces of her life, and the tears mixed with the rain blurred her eyes. She couldn't care less about the slippery road, and at 2 a.m. she walked alone with a flashlight, carrying a wreath on a muddy country road as silent as death. That night, she did not have the heart to count, how many times she had traveled through a cemetery with dozens of graves, how many times she had fallen, and she had no energy to be afraid, she had only one thought in her mind, and she could not bring obstacles to her mother's funeral because of the wreath.
"Whoever says anything will be rewarded with three Chunhui." It was the Qingming Festival again, and she wanted to write something for her mother, but when she thought about it, she was heartbroken and confused, and she couldn't write. Outside the window, the rain rustled underground, and inside she dipped her inner blood droplets to tell her mother about the scattered mood: Mom, you can rest assured to go, the timid daughter in your heart once upon a time, who was as timid as a rat, has grown up on that rainy night!