Prose: Another Year of Qingming Festival

Sun Zhichang

Qingming Festival is a special day. Every year on this day, people's hearts will always be entangled with a lot of sadness, awakening a lot of people's memories, memories of the deceased relatives of the grief.

That year, I just understood something, will look at adults to do what. On the day of the Qingming Festival, my grandfather urged my father and uncle to take some yellow paper and a few fruits and go to the grave. I don't know why, and I don't know if there are rules about how much to take. But it made me feel that this day was very important to Grandpa. At noon, grandma had to make dumplings. All I know is that they are delicious and appetizing. Perhaps because of this, in my memory, this day has made a deep imprint.

I grew up, then I realized that Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China, it is the day of ancestor worship and grave sweeping. Tomb-sweeping is commonly known as tomb-sweeping, is an activity in which people pay tribute to the dead. According to the custom, when sweeping the graves, people need to bring wine, food, fruits, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food in front of the graves of loved ones, incinerate the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, fold a few young green twigs inserted into the graves, and then kowtow to pay homage, and finally ate the food and wine to go home. Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem entitled "Qingming": "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village." The poem "Ching Ming" wrote the special atmosphere of Ching Ming Festival. Until today, the custom of paying homage to ancestors and mourning deceased relatives on Qingming Festival still continues.

When I was in high school, every day, the school organized students to visit the tomb of the martyrs, to see the revolutionary martyrs. When I walked into the hall, I would slowly walk to the front of each tablets. I know that behind every tablet there is a touching story, a singable deed, let us worship. Walking inside, the heart will surge a responsibility and mission, will make me a little heavy, feel the hard-won life today, cherish every day now.

Later, I went to the army and became a soldier. Every year, I will go to the local martyrs' cemetery with my comrades to sweep the tomb on the Ching Ming Festival. The comrades carried wreaths and marched in formation to the cemetery, where they would hold a short ceremony to pay tribute, bowing in honor of our grief and remembrance. I was a bit puzzled when my battalion was the one that visited the graves every year for several years. Later, I realized that there were two soldiers from our battalion among the martyrs. The next year's Ching Ming Festival, I went again, I feel is to visit their own comrades, the inner heart more a bit of cordiality, less a bland; more a calm, less a helpless. At this time, I am mourning my comrade in arms with all my heart, and I feel that it is the inner meeting, the communication of the heart, with a completely different mood from the past.

Another year of Ching Ming Festival, I stood in front of the tombstone, as if to see them waving to me, exhorting me to complete their unfinished business; as if to hear their hope, hope that this land is more beautiful, the people's lives are more peaceful and stable.

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