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Qingming: Remembering Dada
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2015-04-04
"Where the heart of the hometown is broken, the willows are new day and night." It is another year of Ching Ming, when all things are renewed, life is sprouting, and everything is flourishing. My beloved relatives, my big brother, have long been far away from us, and I can only be silent in my heart. thoughts and memories .
In the long spring breeze, I seem to smell the fragrance of peach blossoms and the fragrance of apricot and pear. It seems that thousands of miles away, beside the desolate dry mountains, hundreds of graves are arched, thousands of steles stand in forests, mist and rain cover the yards of thousands of families, thorns and weeds are fascinated by the solemn tombstones, relatives in the hometown, kneel down Next to the ancestors, light a stick of incense, ignite the infinite sorrow and melancholy in the heart, and make one wish, let the world last forever, let the dead rest in peace, let the living people, carry their bags, and live up to the expectations of the predecessors. I also seemed to see the kind eyes of my father. He walked slowly from my dream, his steps were firm, and his smile was bathed in the sunshine after the rain.
Da Da, my son is not filial, I can’t be by your side, when the night falls and everything is quiet, at this crossroads, the direction that can lead to heaven, ignite the longing in my heart, and send the water of longing in my heart to you flowing.
The wind is fluttering, floating with deep sorrow. It was raining, dripping with sorrow. I lit the match in my hand, and the orchid flame quickly spread in the sustenance, the ghost coin flew, and the flame made a crackling sound, like tears dripping from my heart, beating my heart heavily.
The incense of worship curled up in mid-air, reaching the direction I was looking at, big, you are in heaven, are you okay? Is it the same concern for us? In the cold and frosty night, don’t forget to put on the cotton padded clothes. Is your homeland sunny and brilliant?
Da Da, I miss you, I merge the bitter water of missing into a trickling river, glowing in the night; I turn the sweetness of missing into mellow rice wine, exuding an intoxicating fragrance; I compose the melody of missing into a song A ballad, singing for you in the silent night.
Under the moonlight, the clear drizzle, like strings of pearls, comes and goes. From a distance, it looks like dense silver threads, shining in the sky, as if accumulated in my heart, infinitely longing. The cutting is constant, the silk is entangled, and the heart is full of sorrow.
The rain is lingering, the wind is weeping, despite the storm, I will kneel down in front of your ghost, let the tears flow like a river, and still tell you my endless nostalgia and longing. Watching Mingbi turn into ashes little by little, I can't bear to leave, I can't bear to leave your side.
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