Text: Dream sea clear sky
Tears, a pool of white teary eyes.
Wound, a spawning labor pain.
Tears become a sea because of the death of the wound, and the wound becomes painful because of the flow of tears. Every time I look back, my heart is broken, every gaze makes me miserable, and every closeness makes me exhausted.
When the busy funeral was over, the distant cry was still resounding in the sky. returned to the plain world like water, but suddenly found that the dear mother was no longer around. The Mother who created life is far from the world. The cool disappointment in my heart, the sad hope of coming out of the embankment to cut off the way back to my hometown, in the twilight of the Spring Festival when the night falls, I deeply think of you: Mom, where are you?
Warm home, deserted mountains, lively markets, all familiar scenes no longer see your laughing and laughing voice, mother, you used your hard-working hands to pull us up, you used your broad shoulders to raise us to adulthood, when we got married and started a business, but you still walked on the deep grass mountain road, how can your thin heart bear you so overdrawn? Looking at your cold body and letting go, the huge pain hit the disbelieving gaze.
Mom, you just left, you didn't let your daughter spend an extra penny, you didn't let your son spend an extra day, you didn't lie on the hospital bed to rest for half a day, you quietly lost with pain and endless regrets, how can you let your daughter who loves you endure? How can you let your relatives who love you endure it? How can you let your friends who love you endure?
Mother, do you see? Your eighty-year-old mother came to see you, and when I saw my grandmother's trembling body crying in front of your spirit, my heart was torn to pieces, and when I heard her old man's crying "heart and liver baby" who was crying to death, our three sisters burst into tears. Mom, do you hear me? You must have heard it, or why is your face full of tears? When the white cloth over your face is removed, we are surprised to see tears streaming down your otherwise clean and flawless face.
Mom, have you seen it? Your son who went out to work came back from Guangzhou to see you, when we saw the sad and sad appearance of the eldest brother, our hearts were once again uncovered, when we heard the eldest brother call your name one by one, our tears can no longer be stopped, and we can't call our mother back when we cry, and we regret not being filial to your old man in your lifetime. Mom, do you hear me? You hear your son calling you, or how would you burst into tears again? When Big Brother was desperate to see you one last time, we saw the wet tears on your face again.
Mom, I have searched through all the memories of you, I have searched all the footprints about you, I am surprised to find that I can no longer find your kind smiling face, I can no longer hear your caring voice, mother, my daughter's back hurts again, it hurts badly. The doctor told you not to sit for long periods of time, not to stand for long periods of time. But how can I do that? If I don't find something to do, if I don't write what I love, I'm going to break down. I really can't accept this harsh reality. Mom, no one helps her daughter with medicine and massage anymore, and no one calls regularly to care for her daughter.
Mom, your most beloved little daughter cried and fainted several times for you, I saw it in my eyes, I was anxious in my heart, I could only slowly enlighten my sister, and try not to let myself fall down. My sister said that I dreamed of you, how I envied her, how I longed that I could also be intimate with you in my dreams, but why couldn't I dream of you once? What a heart-wrenching thing it is for you to have the cosmetics that your daughter bought for you still on the table and unopened, but you can't use them!
Mom, do you see that? My frail father held on and couldn't close his eyes for a few nights, looking at his old man's crumbling back, my heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness. My father, who is thirteen years older than you, has long been ready for what is behind him, and you are the most reassuring, and he hopes that after a hundred years, you can enjoy a few years of pure happiness, and you will no longer be angry or tired. If you are smart and clever, you have already prepared savings for your old age, for fear that you will have no one to take care of you in your old age, and for fear that your family will be dragged down in your old age. No one expected that you would take the first step, and this ironic ending shocked all of us.
Mother, do you know? All the relatives and friends who heard the news wept over your untimely death, and my uncle wept several times before your spirit, and he could not believe that his sister, who loved him the most, had left so suddenly. The two aunts couldn't believe that you, who had always been alive and vigorous, had taken the first step. The aunts cried about your bumpy life sentence by sentence, which made us juniors even more moved. Your companions all sent you on the road with tears, and when they saw you leave the world, all of them shed tears of reluctance. I heard that this funeral became very grand and lively because there were many filial men and women, and there were many relatives and friends who saw them off. Mom, did you see it too, did you leave with a satisfied smile and a relaxed smile?
Standing on my mother's loving forehead, gently recalling your glorious life, you warm friends from all over the world with a trickle of kindness and love, you use tolerant love to bless your descendants, you use selfless affection, take care of the land you love, Mom, I love your tolerance, I love your progress, I love your simplicity.
Collect clouds into quilts, and pull grass for beds. Let you lie quietly on the land that gave birth to you and raised you to rest.
Brew tears for wine, and cook love for soup. Let you lie in peace and sleep alone in the home that loves you, loves you.
The loving mother went away, and the heavens and the earth were not human. Endless tears, endless tears, endless tears, just like this, turn into a spring breeze to warm your cold heart.
In the attention of thousands of people, thousands of mountains are caring. Hide the pain behind you, and with a smile as bright as the stars, watch your reluctant soul go away.
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