Have you ever had a wake?

In the autumn of 2002, when I was a sophomore, I used to wake my grandmother.

I have normal classes at school. After the first class in the afternoon, the class teacher called me to the office and said that my mother was coming.

Mom said grandma went and asked me to go back to my hometown to deal with the aftermath. I was confused at that time and didn't know what to do. I rode back to my hometown with my mother in a daze.

On the way, my mother said that grandma left in the morning and the family was preparing for the funeral. I don't have to do anything when I get home, just listen to the arrangement of the older generation and do a good job in the wake.

My father is the eldest son, so I am naturally the eldest son and grandson. My father was in poor health for two years and was diagnosed with coronary heart disease and angina pectoris. He lies in the hospital bed all day and even needs someone to help him get up. Naturally, he can't be filial, so I became a voluntary wake.

My aunt and mother dressed me in mourning clothes, a mourning hat and a hemp rope, and took me to the mourning hall.

When I met my grandmother, I had covered my face with yellow paper, dressed in a shroud and covered with a thin quilt, lying on a wooden bed and straw mat with my head facing south.

There is a clay pot in the middle of the door, and my uncle is burning yellow paper, with tears streaming down his face. When he saw me coming, he hoarse and called to me, "Burn three wick incense first, then kowtow, and remember to add some paper."

I respectfully offered incense and kowtowed, and knelt down to accompany my uncle to add yellow paper to the old basin.

During this period, relatives and friends come to offer their condolences, and I will lead them out of the mourning hall to kowtow in return. I feel dizzy at the end of the day. Although I am young and strong, I can't help but be glad that my father doesn't have to come. I think I must have a good wake and do my duty for my father.

During the vigil, the director came to tell me not to cut off the fragrance for three days, but to renew it in time. Yellow paper should always be burned in the old pot, especially wild cats, and must be driven away, and it is not allowed to be near the dead.

Fortunately, my uncle was around. Really tired, I decided to take a nap.

The three days of wake were very painful for me. My legs were numb, my back was sore, my hands were covered with cocoons, and my forehead felt not my own.

Looking back now, I don't know how it passed. I didn't embarrass my dad anyway. I gave my grandmother a funeral successfully, and no wild cats came during the wake.

What is a wake? The wake is to guard the bodies of relatives day and night after the death of parents and before the funeral. This is the so-called wake.

After the death of his parents, is it still a person that his children don't go to the wake?

Especially how much pain and suffering my mother suffered from pregnancy to delivery in October, and her narrow escape was completely saved by her mother.

I have my own life, how many sleepless nights my parents have experienced, caring for their little lives, and how much hardship they have paid to raise themselves.

He (she) died of old age, and then separated from us. His (her) body and soul will stay with us for a short time of one or two days. As their children, what should they do if their parents' bodies are put aside coldly? Is this worthy of their parents' upbringing? Is it still human to forget all the kindness of mother's upbringing?

In Xuchang, central Henan, as long as a person's parents die, they cry and stay beside their parents' bodies day and night. They will leave half a step late, even at night.

Moreover, when their parents' bodies are buried in coffins, they will put their parents' hands, legs and clothes neatly so as not to make their parents feel a little uncomfortable, and they will also wash their faces with towels and warm water in winter.

Especially when the coffin lid is nailed, that is, parents' bodies will never be seen again, and some children will cry and fall into a coma. So in our place, as long as their parents die, their children and grandchildren will guard the bodies of their loved ones day and night. Our place is also called a wake.

The day before grandma died, a grasshopper jumped on her pillow. When grandpa saw it, he immediately told his family to prepare for the funeral.

It was the end of winter, and it was ice and snow, which was not the season for this kind of insect. Grandma is eighty-three years old and has always been in good health. That morning, she suddenly felt weak. Grandpa brought her porridge to the bed, but the grasshopper didn't jump when he saw her. Grandpa reached over and the grasshopper kicked his leg. He jumped directly on the back of his hand, stayed on the back of his hand for a while, and jumped out of the window several times and disappeared.

Seeing this, grandpa hurriedly asked his family to inform his brothers and sisters to see grandma for the last time and discuss her affairs. My father doesn't understand. Although my grandmother lived for a long time, she was very weak. Maybe she just ate unclean food the night before, so she didn't have to prepare for the funeral.

Grandpa said that my great-grandfather came to pick her up, and that grasshopper was the incarnation of my great-grandfather.

My great-grandfather died more than forty years ago, and my great-grandmother raised three sons and three daughters by herself. Because of her age, her two sons, three sons and the eldest daughter have all passed away.

There has always been a saying in my hometown that deceased relatives will come back to visit us small animals and insects. Usually these animals and insects don't come home, so once they come, we will come back as relatives and won't hurt them.

So that afternoon, the children and grandchildren gathered in front of their great-grandmother's bed, and everyone was very sad. What's even more strange is that several grasshoppers with different colors have appeared in the house, either in front of the bed or on the windowsill. Everyone said that great-grandmother's dead child came to pick her up.

The next morning, my grandmother died peacefully.

In the past seven days, the teacher of Yin and Yang told us that everyone should go to sleep that night, because the first seven days were the time when the deceased came back to collect footprints, and plant ash was scattered in front of the door, in front of the kitchen, in front of the bedroom and in the mourning hall. The next morning, according to the footprints on plant ash, you can see what the deceased brought back. Some are chicken feet, some are cat paw prints, and they are different, which also indicates that the deceased is reincarnated as a person or an animal.

Seven nights ago, everyone turned off the lights early and slept under the covers. No matter what they hear, they can't make any noise. That night, my brother and I lived in the attic, and we were too nervous to sleep. I don't know how long it took, but I heard a soft sound downstairs, as if something was moving. Neither my brother nor I dared to go out and covered the quilt tightly.

After a while, I felt a slight movement coming to the attic. I always felt that something was watching us outside the quilt. We were trembling with fear, and it took a long time for this feeling to slowly disappear.

The next morning, we got up late and plant ash had cleaned up. We heard from our elders that there were two rows of birds scratching on the ground in plant ash. Grandpa said my great-grandfather came back with my great-grandmother. At that time, I thought my great-grandfather and great-grandmother had become a pair of birds in the afterlife.

Later, when I grew up, I thought that my great-grandmother had always loved our great-grandchildren. Maybe they all came to see us for the last time, while we were shivering under the covers.

I have heard a saying that ghosts are nothing to be afraid of. They are people that relatives want to see but can't see.

I woke up twice, once for my grandmother and once for my mother. They are all their own relatives, not afraid at all.

I have attended the wake four times.

Our wake here is all men among the relatives of the deceased, and of course there are kind neighbors to help.

The purpose of our wake there is to prevent the cat from passing through the coffin. It is said that when a cat passes a coffin, the deceased will cheat the corpse. Of course, I've just heard of it, and no one has really seen it. It is said that someone put a kitchen knife on the coffin to prevent the deceased from forging the body. Second, the wake should be changed in time. When the incense is about to burn out, put on a new point. The third is to burn the paper once in a while. The fourth is to keep the ever-burning lamp.

The first wake was for grandma, when I was a freshman. It's really scary to see the purple coffin in the room at night. Fortunately, there were two grandfathers in the village at that time. They sat there, talking about what happened in the village, and gradually they were not afraid.

My parents died, and I was so sad that I have no memory of the wake.

A few years ago, my second brother passed away, and my nephew and one of my brothers stayed awake at midnight. The second sister-in-law was supposed to wake up her two daughters in the middle of the night. However, I sent my two nieces to bed. I wake myself up.

Because the second brother's body has been cremated, there is no coffin, and there is only one portrait in the room. I don't think it's strange. Just changed incense and burned paper.

There is nothing to be afraid of at the wake, because the dead are all their own relatives. Nothing strange will happen. Some so-called strange things are just legends.

The year before last, my father-in-law passed away, which was incredible. At 7 o'clock in the evening, he said that he would bring the shroud and the bed in the morgue from the brigade. He said he was dying, and we showed him clothes, and he said, well, it's good! Later, my mother-in-law sat alone on my father-in-law's right. He said, Why don't you move? Don't squeeze, you two! He said there was an old woman next to her mother-in-law, but it was actually a person. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, we all looked at him in the house. He said, why are there so many people outside? It's too noisy! In fact, we were all in the house and didn't speak loudly. Later he told me that I was angry with Tao, and we knew that Tao was just not enough. It was gone after one o'clock that night!

I held a wake for my father.

My father left in 2006 at the age of 47. I will never forget that day. A few days after the second year of high school, the weather was still hot and humid, and I felt uncomfortable. During the second class break in the afternoon, someone called my name at the school gate and said that my family would meet me at the school gate. I don't take time off at ordinary times. My home is about 2 kilometers away from school, and I walk home for half a day every Sunday. This time, I am quite curious. I hurried to the school gate and saw my sister who was four years older than me looking through the iron gate. I am very happy to see my relatives, but my sister's face is very pale: "My father was injured working in a foreign country. Come home with me! " My happy mood disappeared in an instant.

After a good vacation, my sister sent me home by bike, and she didn't talk all the way. She didn't answer until I asked.

"Is my dad badly hurt?"

"hmm" ...

"Did you ask for leave in class?"

"hmm"

As soon as I entered the house, I was stunned by what I saw. My aunt and several neighbors are preparing the shroud, the paper stick used by the deceased. I am in a terrible mood. I quickly ran into my sister's room, closed the door and began to cry. Father, my father, I lost you from now on.

My mother and my brother are not at home. They rented a car and went far away to take my father's body home. My sister and I have been crying. Later, I heard from menstruation that my father left for a few days, and my mother and brother set out to pick him up two days ago. I cried even more sadly.

At about 9 pm, a car (like an ambulance) drove into our village and stopped at my door. I know there are relatives, mother, brother and father ... Mother cried. Neighbors and relatives gathered around and cried. Father, father, we finally meet. He was stiff and blue. I held his hand and felt like a big piece of ice, cold and hard …

At night, our three children wake up for their father. At night, it's quiet. My father is lying in a small bed in the main room. My sister and I are on one side and my brother is on the other. The oil lamp above my father's head accompanied us to send him the last journey. Aunt told us: "The oil lamp can't go out. The oil is burning out, go on. " So the first night, I knew that my father left alone, so I showed him the way to get rid of the monsters on the road and told my father to find his grandparents safely and smoothly by the bar.

I am the youngest in our family. I know that my father and brother work outside all the year round to support the family expenses. My brother can repair big machines, weld and not cry. Father has only the strength of a man, and he can only endure hardships and sweat ... he has endured hardships all his life! The child hasn't had time to return it!

The next day, the cold coffin came, and we put our father in the cold coffin. For breakfast, my mother asked my brother to bring rice soup to my father. My mother steamed steamed buns, pickled old pickles and fried shredded potatoes, all of which were usually eaten at home. My sister and I are responsible for lunch and dinner. Relatives and friends have come to offer their condolences. The man goes to comfort my brother, and the woman goes to talk to my mother. My mother hasn't eaten for two days, and her jaw is protruding. Fortunately, my cousin is a doctor and injects nutrient solution into my mother every day ... That night, my sister and I slept at my father's side. Wake up in the middle of the night and everyone is sleeping. I got up to see my father in the coffin, and when he was still there, I often. He always works the most, and he always leaves us something delicious and useful. Father, please go, I will have a good life. I went to my mother's room, found my father's photo and put it in my pocket. Now, I officially bid farewell to my father! Don't worry, I will eat well and live a good life. Goodbye, my father!

Yes, my mother died of cancer in June 14 last year. She went straight back to her hometown from the hospital when she was seriously ill a month ago. She works in her hometown for nothing. At night, my uncle's son and daughter take turns to wake until dawn. My brother didn't know what to do, and my sister-in-law didn't even raise it. She didn't even call her mother when she was burning paper. My mother was so kind to her before her death, and she was very rich. She always supported his family and took care of her heart.

Yes, the wake, commonly known as "sitting at night" in our countryside.

Sitting at night can be divided into sitting at night and sitting at night. Sitting at night is a normal day, and sitting at night is the night before going up the mountain to be buried.

I have experienced four wakes in my life. The first time and the second time were my grandparents. At that time, I was young, and I couldn't help falling asleep at the wake. Later, it was my father and mother.

In our place, my father and mother passed away. As a true dutiful son (child), we must stay awake. We have to keep a few nights for a few days. If there are many children, we can take turns to come ... Of course, vigil is really hard, especially in winter. But the vigil is not a vigil for two people. The most important thing is to sing a filial piety song with the deceased. Both of them are professionals. Their salary is 200-300 yuan per night, and they also treat each other to drink and smoke ... One person beats gongs, one plays drums, one sings the last sentence and one recites it.

The two people who sang "Song of the dutiful son" were the protagonists invited by the filial family to accompany the vigil. As for the rules, he will teach you how to do it.

The first night is from ruin, from ruin-"Little Gelang, come forward, kneel down, Cheng's adult, you are in bed, listen to me for a reason. Today, someone died ... "This is Wu Jie's lyrics.

The night watchman is always in the hall or shed, next to the coffin. There is a big table, with a pole on the wooden edge of the table and a gong hanging from the pole. The buried singers sat on both sides of the table, beating gongs and drums at the same time. With the rhythm, "Dong, Dong, Dong ..." They began to sing.

There is a coffin on the table. The blue oil lamp (vegetable oil) in front of the coffin can't be extinguished. Pay attention to refueling ... there is an ashtray under the table, which is used to burn paper money.

After the singer dies, it depends on the spirit. From one temple of hell to twelve temples of hell, every temple of hell has to burn paper money, toast and burn incense ... If a woman dies, Mr. Song also sings about the hardships of her pregnant mother in October and the tears of her dutiful son ... "Well, well ... it's hard to repay ... it's hard to repay ..."

Taboo, nothing special. Just pay attention to the coffin and the blue oil lamp under the coffin and refuel. The fragrance in front of the coffin is immortal; Remember to burn paper money paper!

Small night is big night. The big night is the last night, and it will soon be sent to a dead end. (Start to pick up the dead, and finally die. ) When they are executed, spread the paper money on a big bench and spread it all the way to the first room or outside Peng Ling. ...

As the eldest son of my family, relatives and friends come to offer their condolences during the day. I want to salute all the guests with a thousand salutes, burn paper on my knees, say hello to my dead father (mother), "Who is seeing you off", and kowtow to the body with the guests.

At night, I have to sit next to the body and give my father (mother) a wake all night, burn some paper every two hours, and then use my hand? The corpse on the cold shop kept chanting, my father (mother) turned over for your old man.

On the day of mourning, there is an infinite physical and psychological force supporting me. I am distracted, so I don't feel sleepy, tired or hungry. After the old man was buried, I invited him to a funeral banquet at noon and took a bubble bath in the bath hall to relax. When I got home, I suddenly had a nervous breakdown and fell asleep in bed …