When the Qingming Dynasty came, he inadvertently recalled several deceased people who had passed away.
Having experienced the parting of the previous generation, although they are nostalgic, they are generally considered to be the end of their lives, and they can be relieved after a long time.
I would like to mention a few of my peers who intersected with me, who left at a very young age, and their lives are so short that it is lamentable.
The first is an elementary school classmate, the girl Ai Ling. When I was in the second grade, I was the class president and liked to manage people. One day in class, she suddenly raised her hand and said: Teacher, I want to go to the toilet! The teacher wrote the blackboard with his back to him, and I said first: No! She obediently put her hand down. After a while, I overheard a faint sound, and she couldn't hold back and peed. The class burst into laughter, and she ran out with a red face. He has never been to school since.
In junior high school, I went to town to study, came home on weekends, and occasionally met once or twice, mostly because she was doing farm work, and Whether she said hello or not had been forgotten, but her appearance was still clear.
In the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, I heard the villagers say that Ai Ling had committed suicide by drinking pesticides. I didn't understand the reason, but I was vaguely uneasy in my heart, was that "not allowed" at that time also one of the reasons why she said goodbye to this world?
Ai Ling should have been fourteen or fifteen years old when she died, and if she could be reincarnated, she would be more than forty now. I don't know that she is in that corner of the world, and I am really sorry to think of it occasionally, can she forgive me for my youthful ignorance?
The second was also an elementary school classmate, named Youlin, a year older than me, and we were on the same production team. Youlin grew up tall and tall, liked to play with me, was very obedient, and told him to bully whomever he wanted.
There was an article in the primary school textbook called "Little Hero Rain Comes", and Yu Lai was the leader of the children's regiment, so at that time I thought that the biggest officer was the regiment leader, followed by the military commander and the division commander. I appointed myself regimental commander, another classmate with a lot of bad ideas as a military commander, and Youlin as a division commander. Because we brought these two little brothers, only in the third grade, we dared to fight with our classmates for five years, and we always won.
There is Lin working outside, brought back a beautiful Yuhang girl, and soon after getting married, there was a little boy, very cute. I saw it on the first Spring Festival after work and gave me money for the year.
Around 93 and 1994, I heard that Lin De died of liver disease. After another year, I heard that his wife had remarried, and his son remained in the village, and the old man took him with him.
Youlin's grave is next to my father's grave and can be seen when Qingming returns home. His family believed in Jesus, did not sweep the grave, the grave was covered with grass, and every time he looked, he remembered the events of his childhood.
The third was my high school classmate, Chao Ying, and a few of us often got together and played very well. After graduating from the Department of Foreign Languages of Zhejiang Normal University, she worked as a teacher in a school for the deaf and dumb, taught herself sign language, and had a great idea of teaching English to the deaf and dumb.
Chao Ying was less than thirty years old when he was diagnosed with breast cancer. When I went to see her in 2002, she was already coughing so badly that she couldn't speak, only tears, and that was the last thing.
Two weeks later, another classmate sent me a text message: She's gone.
The fourth is old Pan, a college classmate. After he graduated, he stayed on to teach, so his collective dormitory became the hotel where we came to Hang. Once, when I returned to Hangzhou from Shanghai in the middle of the night, I touched the side of his bed, and the black light under the fire went into the bed. When I woke up, I found that the bed was not sleeping on Lao Pan, but a classmate from Ningbo, who also came to borrow the bunk, and we looked at each other and smiled.
The night before Old Pan found out he had cancer, he was playing cards with me, and he had won big that day. At that time, he had a red lump on his neck, and we joked that today you won money mainly by this big bag, it was too red.
The next day was the Qingming Festival in 2000, and I wanted to go back to my hometown to visit the tomb, so I left early. When I went out in the middle of the night, it was snowing heavily. It's really strange, why is it still snowing at this time?
We met again on April 6th, and when we called him on the way back to Hangzhou, he said: Still playing cards! I have cancer.
V gesture in the middle: Old Pan
In the summer of 2006, he became very ill and several classmates met to see him. When the door opened, it was actually Lao Pan who got up and opened it by himself, and he was miserable in front of him: 181's height was already inhuman, with many tubes hanging from his body, and his hair had long since fallen out.
The cancer cells pressed against his throat, and he could not speak, writing with a pen. Old Pan wrote: Thank you, I really can't do it this time. We write: You go first, wait for us.
A week later Old Pan passed away, and now every time we meet, we have to remember him.