In April, I knelt in Qingming Festival

Mother, today is Ching Ming Festival, every day, my heart is full of thoughts for you, thoughts are long, tears in my eyes are always whirling.

For twenty years, I miss you all the time! But only on this day of every year can I kneel before your grave, cry heartily, and let thoughts flow with tears!

Mother, can you still talk to us? How much we brothers and sisters want to hear your gentle words again! Can you still open your looking eyes and look at us? We have grown up, and you don't have to worry about us anymore. Do you remember that your grandson didn't know anything when he sent you away, but he also followed us, kowtowing and bowing to you like adults.

Now, the grandchildren have graduated from college, and they are all in their respective positions, realizing your wishes before your death! After you left, the old father kept the relationship with you alone. until now, the old father is much older. he often drinks alone and hides his thoughts in drunkenness; you can rest assured in heaven that we will take good care of him, just like you took care of us when you were a child.

Mother, Qingming Festival, you see, here has become a sea of flowers, you see the flying butterflies, dancing for you; do the beautiful flowers cover your kind face? there is a warm wind blowing on your grave, and on our faces, are you talking to us? If you have anything to say, we are lesbians as usual, we are listening, mother, we are by your side.

Mother, spring is coming, and the day you left us is not a few days away. You know, the day you left us, we cried bitterly, and on the day we sent you here, we built a great funeral hall for you. Almost all the men of the village came to see you off and brought you wreaths with a sad expression. On that day, there was also a sea of flowers around you. The villagers said, when you are gone, there is a lack of an industrious person and an unforgettable kindness in our village.

Mother, you see, this is still the way you like it. The wheat has turned green and the rape flowers are blooming everywhere. I kneel in front of you to repent, twenty years ago that night, I was unable to save your life, you took me and my old father's hand, leaving a long nostalgia and full of concern, left the dilapidated hut where you used to work.

The flowers here have bloomed one after another, building a beautiful garden for you, and the birds greeting the spring, hovering on your grave with our thoughts, winter to spring, you say, is it good to hear? The fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds. Mother, come and go, don't forget to put on your clothes!

Mother, I miss you like thirst and worry about you for a long time. When I miss you, my heart hurts badly, but I can't hide. Did you know that a few days after you left, my brother and I sat in our old house and cried with one voice, and the voice was very loud, and attracted many neighbors and neighbors, your kind smile and amiable face, often played like a movie in my mind, and I often went to sleep with my yearning for you.

Mother, our family has changed. You see, our old house, which does not protect us from the cold in winter and shade in summer, has become a beautiful tile house. Unfortunately, you can no longer see you with white hair as silver, looking at the brilliant sun and bright moon. What's more, without me by your side day and night. Do you remember that the hot and sour soup you made is still fragrant with your kindness, and the muddy path at the head of our village is smoother and more spacious than when you came here, but you still lie peacefully beside the village, and you no longer have to hobble on the way to school behind our back.

Mother, Qingming Festival, do you remember, this is our responsibility field, once was your spring ploughing and autumn harvest place, we seem to see your hard-working figure and your flexibility and strength, our brother and sister came to see you, but also brought you unused things; here flowers such as the sea, those you ploughed the fields, has been full of harvest hope under the spring breeze and spring rain.

Mother, we are all fine, just as we were when we were young, but the ruthless rings depict the vicissitudes of life, with maturity, thinking, and kindness, just like you did when you were alive; we all settled in the city and bought a house. I picked up my old father, too, but unfortunately, we didn't make you feel secure, but you went to a distant heaven.

Mother, we kneel here, you will not feel lonely and desolate, the wheat has turned green, the flowers are still brilliant and golden; here is the same as before, and your mother-in-law has also come to accompany you, you should be filial to your grandmother, just like you did when you were alive. We kneel here and still feel your love as fragrant as flowers. We miss you deeply, even if we miss you for a long time.

Mother, we brothers and sisters have written you a letter with hair dipped in blood and tears. You can see that there are yellowing tears and blood-stained lines on the plain note on your grave; but we can never finish this letter, because your kindness is too strong and our thoughts are too long.

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