The weekly journal of the Qingming Festival, 200 words on the line.

Again the Qingming Festival, again a flurry of fine rain, and again the face of yellow earth barren mound or cold tombstone and sad tears moment. Standing in front of the tomb of the martyrs, our hearts and minds. Revolutionary martyrs have sacrificed their precious lives for the national independence and dignity of the country; some in order to completely bury the old world, the establishment of a new socialist China and go forward and back, fighting bravely, throwing their heads and spilling their blood; also in the period of peace and construction, in order to the motherland's prosperity and strength, and sacrificed their youth and blood. Generations of people, until they grow up and ask themselves, but no one can answer themselves soberly. Because of avoidance, but also because of taboos, but also because it is difficult to express the dilemma of the state of mind. That's why there is a very famous verse in Zen Buddhism: come from where you came, go where you go. In fact, answering this question as much as posing it requires little thought. When we remember our departed loved ones or ancestors in the drizzle of the Qingming Festival, everyone realizes that he or she is still just like them, having been brought into this world from nothingness by their parents, and returning from this world to a shovelful of earth. And after a walk in this world, the most precious thing left behind to this eternal time and space, in addition to a period of time will not be too long for the reputation, so that friends and relatives and descendants of the memory of remembrance, and then this "shovelful of soil to cover the wind flow," the grave, so that the same will not continue for too long to pay homage to the descendants. However, it is this kind of sacrifice that will always be forgotten, but with no more than three generations of kinship remembrance and interlocking links, in the remembrance of blood kinship and grief, so that the Chinese children's blood relatives from generation to generation, and produce a huge cohesion of the emotions of recognizing the ancestors and returning to their ancestors - this is the Chinese blood and the descendants of the children of the Yellow Emperor, which is the Hundred surnames give each family name of the community consciousness or genealogical affinity. And this sense of kinship and affection for the ancestors, in the Qingming Festival will get the most extreme publicity and catharsis. Qingming Festival, it is a day belonging to the Chinese nation to pay tribute to the deceased relatives, belonging to the nostalgia for the ancestors of the grace and achievements of the festival. When the drizzling rain drenched the grass in the field, sprinkled on the cold and speechless tombstones, moistening the ancestors of the yellow earth graves, this piece in ordinary times will not enter our life field of vision, and will not sway our bittersweet emotions of the quiet place, suddenly was pattering like a fine rain into our lives, stretching in our sorrowful heart, and let us once again think back to the deceased loved ones or ancestors, to reawaken themselves not to forget the merits and achievements of the ancestors. We are reminded not to forget what we shouldn't forget, and not to care too much about what we shouldn't care too much about. Soberly live every day, feel the pleasure of happiness on earth, but also cherish the life of the earthly attachment. Standing in the Qingming rain, contemplation in front of the graves of the deceased relatives, so that the pure and only remaining affection and life consciousness of mourning along with the tears, light and gently flowing with the rain beads. Perhaps, it can wash the deposition of too long of the red dust and worldly mishmash of helplessness, to give themselves a freshness and understanding, to the distant loved ones or ancestors of a wake-up clear comfort. Believe that they can live a clean and fresh life, have their own clean and white life. Then, our nation's Qingming Festival in the face of loved ones in the spirit of repentance, really become a life of sobriety station! Qingming rain in the fluttering, life thoughts in the light. To the meditative ancestors or relatives of the admiration and remembrance, revisit where they come from, where to the heavenly question, perhaps we can once again from the depths of the heart to feel a kind of transcendence of life, to experience a blood kinship of the true purity of the bloodline in the cohesion and infectious force of ancestral bloodline dependence, dreaming to find a section of the delicate flowers according to the water, willow in the wind of the beautiful realm of the ......