Preface
On February 10th, the first day of the Lunar New Year, it is customary in the north to sacrifice the day of the deceased relatives, and at 6 o'clock in the morning, the whole family set off and galloped to their hometown.
Arrive at the relics of the hometown at half past 7 o'clock, see the wheat sprouting green on the road, the sacrifice sweeps the broken soul of the villagers, the wheat is green, the people are gray; the green smoke curls, the cannon rumbles, the barren mound worships, the New Year is celebrated, the special season, reminiscing about the sorrow, praying for joy, the first day of the New Year, the wonderful fusion.
Acacia began to feel that the sea is not deep
Yan father traveled alone on July 19, 2015, 8 and a half years ago, and his loving mother died suddenly on February 10, 2020, 4 years ago.
My parents raised 4 brothers and sisters, worked hard all their lives, overdrafted and sickened, couldn't afford to suffer, worried about their daughters and children, and their children were scattered overseas.
Parents are riding cranes, the mountains turn into the sea, the scene emerges from time to time, tears but silent; relying on the knowledge of Danqing and heavy self-examination, a sad heart cannot be painted; fate passes away with the wind, and the teachings are in the heart.
There will be a day when there will be dust on the seabed
Life is a lifetime, a hundred years in a blink of an eye, parental relationship, blood connection, parental love, alone, for the children, pay sweet.
Parents are here, there is still a place to come in life, people and children, don't wait for leisure! Spiritual comfort, careful feedback, material support, all efforts to be happy; the coming day is not long, there is not much time to waste; practice the present, Cheng Huan knees, do your best.
At last:
Time is like water, rushing into the sea and never returning; fate is like the wind, scattered at the end of the world and nowhere to be found; parents are here, home is there, parents are going, life is only home; people return home, the sunset is at the end of the world, and they don't see home!
#我来唠家常#