At one o'clock in the morning that day, Zhang Guorong's former beloved Tang Hede sent a photo of the two in Instagram.
The camera freezes on their best years, with the two leaning against the dining table with each other behind them swaying by the wind, and they laugh contentedly.
"The April day on earth is warm, it is love, it is hope, and it is light after everyone works together to get through this difficult time."
Tang Hede, 63, like the past 18 years, still sends a message to commemorate his loved one on April 1 every year.
He said, no one lingers on my thoughts as you do.
The most is that the human world cannot be retained, zhu Yan resigns the mirror flower and the tree.
How many years have passed, and when we look back, we find that we even hold on to the bits and pieces that we want to cherish.
Epidemics, wars, earthquakes, crashes, many people left without warning, as if they just went out of the house on that calm morning, too late to say goodbye, but they could never see each other again.
Qingming Festival is a day that makes us miss the people who have left more, and it is also a day that makes us cherish the people around us more.
I have recorded the stories of many people, wanting to commemorate this sad clarity, and I also want to solemnly place their thoughts of the unturned.
1
@Peach Flavor Jelly:
When I first learned that my dad had died, I thought it was a joke. So I didn't cry out at the funeral, and I didn't even feel sad or sad.
One day when I walked by the West Lake, I smelled osmanthus blossoming.
It occurred to me that there was also an osmanthus tree in Dad's yard, and he liked to make tea in the yard and then sit under the osmanthus tree and read a book.
Every time I come home from school, I can see the fragrant osmanthus tree and his back sitting under the tree forever.
At that second, I smelled the familiar fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and I really realized that I had no father.
2
@30,000 month:
I have a cat that I have kept for nine years, and when it is there, I always like to hide its toys and always want to tease it.
These days it leaves, I dream every night that it's back.
In the dream, it is still the original appearance, noble and lovely. We still played as we had in the past, but when I opened my eyes, there was only endless darkness and empty houses.
Then I started slowly disposing of the things it had used before, the toys it had played with, the kites it had chased, and its favorite cat food, and I thought I would forget about it.
But I found a cat hair in my slippers that day, and I felt as if it was still alive around me, and at that moment I suddenly felt that my heart hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.
I still miss her.
3
@dc is a cute sister:
My grandfather was a little serious little old man, but I knew he liked me a lot, and he would go to the supermarket and buy a big bag for me because I wanted to eat chocolate.
He loved to go out, and he lied to me about everything in the park in order to get me to go for a walk with him, but I refused to go again after I went there once.
In fact, we spent very little time together, because then he fell ill and was hospitalized.
He can no longer sit on the couch and watch his favorite news feeds, no longer invite me for a walk; he will no longer know that I like to listen to Jay Chou's songs now, and he will not know what I have experienced later.
But I'd love to tell him.
Many, many years later, in countless moments when I miss him, I want to go back to the past and walk the familiar streets with him again.
The last time I came home, I saw a grandfather who looked like him walking with his granddaughter downstairs, and in a trance I thought I saw my grandfather.
Six years later, I still miss you.
4
@Ah Liuy:
In 2020, my grandmother passed away.
I was quarantined in a city thousands of miles away, so I wasn't with her when she left.
But the relatives who were with her recorded a voice and sent it to me.
I still don't dare open it today, two years later.
I didn't dare to hear her voice and didn't want to accept the fact that she was leaving.
In the past two years, I have prayed to God to dream of her, and even went to the tarot card for help, but she never came to my dream.
I think she must have blamed me for not rushing to see her last.
On last year's Tomb Sweeping Festival, I stood in front of her tombstone and wondered if the person who used to pick me up from school every day could only see me once a year.
Later, no matter what occasion I mention her, or just think of her, I will cry uncontrollably.
Walking on the road today, I saw someone on the street selling her favorite monthly flowers, and I thought about buying her a bouquet, and she would love it.
Then I couldn't stop crying.
5
@jtyhkkya：
A friend I've known since junior high school has passed away.
The day before yesterday, she also shared her favorite anime with me, and let me remember to open Youku members to watch "Little Volleyball", she said that this is more bloody than "Bo Ren Biography".
In fact, I could see that she was a little unhappy before, and I comforted her many times and took her to the hospital.
I thought she would get better, I thought we could still go to see the sea together, but I didn't think that the girl who had always been afraid of pain would choose such a tragic way.
Sometimes I get asleep and talk in dreams.
I didn't want to go to class, so I vaguely stopped my roommate who was walking by and said to her, "XXX, you remember to check me in." ”
But she didn't smile and agreed and then helped me close the bed curtain, the man just woke me up and asked me with a puzzled face who XXX was.
I looked at the empty dormitory, and finally realized that she really would never come back.
6
@Siyu:
2020 marks the tenth anniversary of my grandfather's death.
My mother, who had always been scornful of ghosts and gods, suddenly found more than a dozen godmothers to come to the house to do things before her grandfather's death.
On that day, my mother prepared my grandfather's favorite dishes, and a dozen gods and goddesses were blowing and beating in the living room, knocking on wooden fish, reciting the Jizo King Sutra, and singing Amitabha Buddha.
The last part of the ritual is to burn paper money by the lake downstairs.
My mother took the candle that was said to be attached to my grandfather's soul and held it reverently all the way, muttering as she walked that grandpa would follow her downstairs.
While burning paper money by the lake, she suddenly told me why I did it.
She said she dreamed of her grandfather. The grandfather in the dream was very worn, and said bitterly that he was not having a good time below at all.
The dream suddenly stopped, but she tossed and turned after waking up, unable to sleep for a long time.
The incense ashes in front of me were blown in the air by the wind, and the paper money fluttered and fell.
I didn't see Grandpa's face in the smoke, but I saw Mom's red eyes.
Even though she knew it was just a dream of nothingness, she still believed what her grandfather said and carefully and reverently arranged a grand ritual.
Before leaving, she looked at the paper money still burning on the ground and the smoke in the air.
In the smell of sulfur, I heard her say softly, "Daddy, I miss you." ”
7
@skr is also sleepy:
I saw a confirmed case returning to Jinan from Shanghai on the hot search.
He is 58 years old, suffered a brain injury after a car accident, and works as a cleaner in Shanghai.
He took a green-skinned train all night to Jinan, took a bus to the county seat, took another hour's bus to the town, and finally took a taxi home.
Such a long and outrageous trajectory route spans almost the entire city of Jinan.
He said he wanted to go back to pay homage to his wife on Qingming Festival.
8
I once read a book, "The Two of Us" written by Yang Dai.
The table of contents reads this —
Volume One: We're both getting old.
Volume II: We are separated.
Volume Three: I miss both of us alone.
This is a memoir-like novel, as if spanning years of time, Yang Dai sits quietly on the old sofa in front of you, telling you about her lover and beloved daughter.
In such a long time, she lost two of the love of her life, and since then she has been alone in her last years.
She used simple words to outline the beloved people who are always alive in her memory and the 63 years she has walked with them, fantasizing about a beautiful dream that lasts for thousands of miles.
Finally, she wrote after her relatives were separated and her lonely life: The good things in the world are not firm, and the clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.
Blogger @You Zhiyou said:
"If everyone is a small planet, the deceased relatives and friends are the dark matter around them.
I wish I could see you again, I know I won't see you again. But your gravitational pull is still there.
I am grateful that our cones of light have overlapped each other, and that you have changed my orbit forever.
Even if we never see each other again, you are still the reason why my galaxy has not fallen apart, and it is the eternal composition of my cosmic web. ”
Those who have left their relatives and friends, they gradually jump out of time and slowly build into other things around us.
The clouds in the sky are him, and the wind that blows through his ears is him.
The blue waves of the sea, the ebb and flow of the tide are all him.
I traveled thousands of miles and rivers, and he was everywhere in the mountains.
The departure of some people requires us to say goodbye for a longer time than a lifetime.
My thoughts and love are the floating clouds floating and gathering in the sky, and the green mountains that crash into my arms on the way.
It is hidden in the corner of the eyebrow, written between the lines, the person I love turns into a piece of yellow earth, and I can only continue to dream far away.
But love is eternal.
"Don't stretch long, is it to increase pain or reduce pain?" I can't figure it out. But the farther I went with him, the more afraid I became of never seeing him again. ”
"Now we are separated, the past cannot be left behind, the deceased cannot be traced; the rest of me, I can no longer find them." I can only relive the years of our lives and reunite with them. ”
"In this life, there is no birth or separation, only death."
——Quoted from "The Two of Us"
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