Horror on Qingming Eve
My name is Li Guangzhu, and I am an old bachelor. On this year's Qingming Festival, I almost put my life into it because of an impulse when I was worshipping my ancestors.
That day, I carried a bottle of soju and walked alone to the ancestral grave, looking at the cold tombstones, and an inexplicable irritability surged in my heart. Thinking that he is nearly half a hundred years old, but he is still alone, without a wife and no children, this loneliness and frustration wells up in my heart like a tide. I couldn't hold back for a while, and pointed to the tombstone of my ancestors and scolded: "You old ancestors, why can't you bless me Li Guangzhu to find a good daughter-in-law and live a peaceful birthday for a few days?
After scolding, I stumbled home and fell asleep. In a daze, I felt myself awakened by a gust of wind and opened my eyes, only to find myself standing in an eerie cemetery. There are many tombstones all around, and in front of me, there is the tombstone of my ancestor, and there is still blood dripping on it!
I was so frightened that I tried to run away, but my legs were as heavy as lead. Suddenly, a deep and cold voice sounded in my ears: "Li Guangzhuan, you dare to insult your ancestors, tonight, let you see how powerful we are!"
As soon as the words fell, a fire suddenly lit up all around, and I saw a group of hideous-looking ghosts pouring out from behind the tombstones, some of them were missing arms and legs, some were bleeding from seven holes, and some even had only half of their heads left, which was extremely terrifying.
I was so frightened that I begged for mercy again and again: "Ancestor spare my life! Ancestor spare my life! I know it's wrong, and I won't dare to do it again!"
The cold voice sounded again: "Hmph, you know it's wrong, then accept our punishment!"
With that, the ghosts came at me. I closed my eyes in despair, waiting for the horror to come. However, the expected pain did not come, but a soft voice sounded in his ears: "Li Guangzhuo, if you want to live, come with me." ”
I opened my eyes and saw an old man in a black robe and a scepter standing in front of me. He told me that he was a wizard and could help me with this disaster, but only on condition that I do something for him.
I seemed to grasp the life-saving straw and hurriedly agreed. The wizard gave me a package with some strange props and a map. He told me that tonight, I would follow the instructions on the map and pick up something from an abandoned house. As long as I can successfully retrieve it, not only will I be able to save my life, but I will also get a good reward.
I looked at the map, which showed a remote village and a dilapidated house. Although I felt a little hairy, I decided to take a risk for the sake of my life and money.
As soon as the hour arrived, I followed the map to find the house. I saw that the house was dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, and it looked particularly eerie and terrifying. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked inside.
The house was dark and hollow, except for a few dim lights flickering. I cautiously walked through the ruins to a secret room. The door to the chamber was closed, and a yellowed piece of rune paper was taped to it. I swallowed and reached for the door.
The door opened, and a dark wind blew in his face. I looked closely, and in the center of the chamber lay an ancient wooden box carved with strange runes. I followed the wizard's instructions, took out the corresponding items from the package, and carefully opened the wooden box.
Inside the wooden box was a yellowed book and a small golden box. I picked up the book and flipped through it, only to find it full of ancient words and patterns that I couldn't read. And the little golden box exudes a mysterious light.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a sneer from behind me: "Haha, Li Guangzhuo, you are finally here!"
When I looked back, I saw a hideous-looking demon staring at me, with a green glow in his eyes. My heart swelled in fright, but thinking of the mysterious prop in my hand and the wizard's instructions, I mustered up the courage to shout, "Don't come here!
The demon seemed to be suppressed by my momentum, he paused, and then sneered, "Hmph, you think you can deal with me with these rags?
With that, he lunged at me. I hurriedly pulled out a charm from my package and threw it at the demon. The spell burned in the air, emitting a dazzling glow. The demon screamed and fell to the ground.
I took the opportunity to pick up the wooden box and ran out of the secret room. Along the way, he stumbled back to the location designated by the wizard. The wizard looked at the wooden box in my arms and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Li Guangzhu, you have completed the task." Now, this treasure is yours. ”
I opened the wooden chest and saw it full of gold and silver treasures. I was ecstatic to pick up a handful of gold coins, only to find them disappearing from my hand and turning into puffs of smoke. I looked at the wizard in amazement, but he smiled and said nothing.
It dawned on me that it was all a wizard's illusion. He took advantage of my disrespect and greed for my ancestors and set a trap. And I, although I escaped the pursuit of the evil spirits, ended up in the hands of the wizards.
I sighed helplessly, put down the empty wooden box in my hand, and turned to leave. Since then, I have never returned to that horrible cemetery, nor have I spoken out against my ancestors. I have come to understand a truth: respecting and revering our ancestors is the attitude that our descendants should hold. And those so-called windfalls and treasures are often accompanied by huge risks and costs.
In the days that followed, I worked hard and did good deeds, hoping to make amends for my mistakes. Finally, one night, I dreamed of the ghosts of my ancestors. They smiled and said to me, "Li Guangzhuo, you finally understand our painstaking efforts. I hope you can cherish the present and work hard to move forward in the future. ”
I woke up from my dream with gratitude and awe. Since then, I have cherished my life and work even more, and I have also learned to respect and revere my ancestors. And that terrible Qingming night and that bizarre experience have become unforgettable memories in my life. Every time I think back to that night, I feel an inexplicable emotion and respect in my heart. Perhaps, that is the reverence for ancestors and respect for life.
Now I am no longer the decadent single, I have my own family and career. But I know that no matter how far I go or how high I climb, I can't forget my roots and roots. That terrible Qingming Night and that experience not only taught me to respect and revere my ancestors, but also made me understand the preciousness of life and the meaning of hard work. Whenever I encounter difficulties or setbacks, I think of that night and the words of those ancestors. They seemed to be telling me, "Li Guangzhuo, you have to be strong, you have to work hard, you have to cherish the moment!" and I will cheer up and face the challenges and difficulties of life bravely!
So, I moved on, stumbling on the road of life, but never stopped pursuing and dreaming. However, I have never forgotten that terrible Qingming night, which was like a brand, deeply engraved on my soul.
It was a transformation, a turning point in my life. I often wonder if I wouldn't have been the decadent Lee Guang Stick who lived an aimless life if it hadn't been for that terrible experience that Qingming Night. Every time this thought crossed my mind, I felt a pang of trepidation, and I was glad that I had met the wizard and the ghosts of those ancestors.
Time flies, and years have passed in the blink of an eye. My life has changed dramatically. I worked hard and gradually rose from an ordinary wage earner to a middle manager in the company. I met my current wife, and we worked hard together and went through the ups and downs of life together. We bought a house, a car, and a lovely daughter. Whenever I see my daughter's innocent smiling face, I feel extremely happy and satisfied.
However, I will never forget that clear night. Every year on the Qingming Festival, I will take my family back to the ancestral grave and respectfully offer flowers and offerings. I told my daughter that these are our ancestors, who have gone through countless hardships and hardships to create the happy life we have today. We must always remember their kindness, cherish the present, and strive to move forward.
My daughter nodded in understanding, but I knew that these traditional concepts and values need time and experience to slowly understand and understand. Just like me back then, only by experiencing the trials and tribulations of life can I truly understand the painstaking efforts and teachings of my ancestors.
On this year's Qingming Festival, I once again stood in front of the ancestral grave, and my heart was full of emotion and respect. I think back to that horrible Qingming night, the hideous ghosts, the mysterious wizard, the yellowed book and the little golden box. Although I knew it was just an illusion and a trap, it changed the fate of my life.
I bowed deeply three times, then stood up and looked into the distance. The sky was blue, the sun was shining all over the land, and everything seemed so beautiful and peaceful. I know that this tranquility and beauty are not easy to come by, and behind it are the efforts and sacrifices of countless ancestors. We must cherish it, protect it, and inherit it.
At this moment, I suddenly noticed my daughter standing beside me, and she looked up and asked curiously, "Dad, why are you bowing to these stone tablets?"
I smiled and crouched down, gently stroked her head and said, "Because these steles represent our ancestors, they are the root of our lives and the pillars of our spirit." We should respect them and thank them, it is their efforts and dedication that have led to our happy life today. ”
My daughter nodded in understanding, but I knew that these traditional cultures and values needed to be inherited and carried forward. Just as that terrible Qingming Night changed me, I also hope to influence and change more people through my efforts and actions. Let them understand the importance of respecting and revering their ancestors and the preciousness of life and the meaning of hard work.
As the years passed, I gradually became an elder in the village. Every year on the Qingming Festival, I will lead the villagers to worship their ancestors and sweep the tombs. I told them to cherish the present, work hard to move forward, and never forget the fundamentals and never forget the original intention. Only in this way can we go further and fly higher.
And that terrible Qingming night and that bizarre experience have become the most precious treasures and memories in my life. It made me understand a truth: only those who respect and revere their ancestors, cherish the present and work hard to move forward can achieve success and happiness in life!
Now that I am old, I still insist on returning to my ancestral grave every year to worship my ancestors on Qingming Festival. I know that this is not only the respect for the ancestors, but also the respect and reverence for life. Every time I stand in front of my ancestral grave, I will recall that terrible Qingming Night, and those experiences seem to have happened yesterday, vividly.
It was a night I will never forget, and it was a night that changed my life. It taught me how to respect and revere my ancestors, how to cherish life, and how to be brave in the face of difficulties and challenges. These experiences and lessons have been with me through every stage of my life and have become my motivation and belief to move forward.
Now, I have passed on this story to my children and grandchildren. I hope that they will draw wisdom and strength from my experience and bravely face life's challenges and difficulties. At the same time, I also hope that they can inherit and carry forward the fine traditions and values of our ancestors, and make greater contributions to our family and society.
In this terrifying and meaningful Qingming night, I not only learned how to face fears and challenges, but also learned how to become a responsible, responsible, and emotional person. These experiences and lessons will forever be etched in my heart and inspire me to keep moving forward and improving!
In conclusion, I would like to say that respect and reverence for ancestors is one of the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. No matter how the times change and how society develops, we must not forget our roots and roots. Only those who always remember the kindness and teachings of their ancestors, cherish the present and strive to move forward can achieve success and happiness in life! May we all cherish this precious cultural tradition and values and pass them on!
After that terrifying night, I gained a deeper understanding of the fragility and preciousness of life, and the connection we have with our ancestors. I began to value the time I spent with my family and friends even more, and I tried to become a better person, a person who contributes to society. Every time I think back to that night, I feel a wave of emotion in my heart, which is the awe of the past, the hope of the future, and the cherishing of the present. That Qingming night became the most important lesson in my life, learning how to face life's challenges and how to stick to my beliefs and values.