Who in the world knows the king
Author: Li Hui
Qingming is condensed by rainwater, and this year's Qingming sun shines high and the spring breeze is ten miles. In this different Qingming, my uncle and cousin came back as usual and went to the mountain to hang graves for my grandparents and uncles.
The green grass clings to the hillside, and the young shoots rush out of the treetops first. However, the report of the epidemic under the blue sky is still not optimistic, even if the vibrant human fireworks are on the way. The international Russian-Ukrainian conflict, with more than 10,000 military and civilian casualties, has led to a serious humanitarian crisis. The Passenger Plane of China Eastern Airlines fell and exploded, and more than a hundred living lives were wiped out in an instant...
The world is not at peace, the toss and turn of the epidemic, the fierce artillery fire of Russia, the flight that cannot reach the end, one after another human theater, the world shows cruelty and impermanence. Life is sometimes like an ant, which makes people sigh and make people afraid. But the sky will not fall after all, and the days will continue. These have stirred up the quiet years, but they can't shake the mountains and rivers, and Gou An is still in the human world.
Qingming's firecrackers rushed into the sky, and thunderbolts thundered through the clouds. The Qingming hanging at the grave of the grandparents fluttered with the wind, and there was no lack of remembrance and remembrance in the solemnity. My grandfather worked as a smith, and when he was alive, he was also somewhat famous for dozens of miles, but it had been seventeen years since his death. We knelt before the tomb,?? Pray silently. Cherish the present, hope that all the good and bad will pass, and believe that tomorrow will be better. The green smoke of burning incense and burning paper rises, just like the kindness of the ancestors, and the incense of future generations is passed on, and they cannot be forgotten.
The flowers and trees are fragrant, and the grass is long and warblers fly. I wanted to go to Nanyue at this time, but I was worried that I would destroy the itinerary code and have to delay it. In fact, sometimes I think that what can really crush a nation is not natural disasters, nor wars, but people's hearts and minds. The Monument to the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression on Mount Heng in Nanyue reflects that the martyrs used their flesh and blood to block foreign invasions, and it is precisely this kind of people's hearts that share the same hatred and hatred and unite their wills. Our ancestors threw their heads and spilled their blood, becoming the great backbone of continuing to write Chinese history, which is worth remembering forever. Most of them are just names on the inscriptions, and some don't even have names, and finally they converge on the torrent of tens of millions of unsung heroes.
Wind and rain, of course, the years of aging will not all be stuffed into the dust of memory. An old classmate once drove me to a deep mountain and saw a village that I don't know how many years it has been abandoned. Stop by the old tree at the mouth of the village, and the creek on the edge of the village has dried up. Most of the walls erected by the loess in the village were abandoned, the earth stove inside the house was blackened, and several pieces of tile fragments were scattered in front of the house and behind the house. An old man came out of a room that was still being cleaned up, who was very open to us and warmly kept us to eat before leaving. I have some emotions, full of memories of the innocent era. Although people's lives do not know how many things will be missed, and how many lives and past events are forgotten in the wind and then buried by the loess.
Lazy days also slip through your fingertips, and some things may not be enough to talk about in the past. Knowing that I was going to be assessed in the unit this month, I felt a little wronged, and I didn't spit unhappily. Recently, I have been affected by the house and other trivialities, and I often have some inexplicable sighs. So that in the venue close to the speaker, a casual sigh was considered to be not serious about the meeting. But having said that, no one will care about their feelings, there is no need to explore it, the meaning is not great, after all, in the eyes of others are not so important.
Staggered red dust, several degrees of spring flowers. Sometimes what you think about last year becomes irrelevant this year. There is no need to dwell on the past, and there is no need to be unable to let go of the past. Every day you live is one less day, cherish the youngest day of the moment, as long as it does not affect others, how to be happy will come. If you have a little extravagant expectation, you can enjoy the excitement of youth with the best mentality and let go of the dream of freedom and vastness. Don't take yourself too seriously, this earth is missing anyone, it will still turn as usual. Even if I toast the years with a glass of wine, the years still make me sad.
Excessive reminiscence of the passing years is often self-inflicted troubles. For example, when we go to the mountain, we hang the grave of our grandfather, and we are not sure about our great-grandfather's grave, we can't find it, and we haven't even looked for it. After a few years, the vast majority of us will not leave a name in history, all return to dust, the soil returns to the soil, no one remembers anyone, no one knows anyone, and finally they are completely forgotten by the world. Therefore, for things and things, for fame and profit, you will not like it, you will not worry about it, you will not be insulted, and you will not be unintentional. Maybe by the next reunion, the scenery or still, people are no longer left.
The spring wind does not recognize the peach blossom noodles, and the red eyes are full of spring. We are just a leaf in a thousand mountains and thousands of green bushes, leaning on this April day on earth, listening to the mountain wind and birdsong, where you and I can still see.
About the Author
Li Hui, the network name Hui Fei Yan, a native of Yueyang, Hunan, now works for a sinopec subsidiary.
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