Ching Ming Festival in memory of my dear husband prose

--This essay honors the memory of those departed souls

In my impression, Ching Ming is used to pay homage to ancestors and sweep their graves, and it is a traditional day of folk worship, a day for the living to remember and pay homage to the dead. At this time of the year, all families automatically link up and go together to the graves of their ancestors to offer incense, burn paper and bow down to pray for the deceased's blessing and peace for their families. At the same time, they also clear the weeds around the graves of the deceased and put new soil on the graves that have been washed away by the rain, so that the deceased can rest in peace. This is what is known as "grave sweeping" and "insertion of Qing (Ming)" in folklore.

Yes, the Qingming Festival, the grass grows and flies, rapeseed blossoms, the sky blue water, peach and plum colorful, it is a good time for trekking. In order to express the memory of the deceased, nostalgia, many people in the early years of the field, often take the opportunity to Qingming spring and Jinglang occasion, back to their hometown to mourn the deceased ancestors, visit friends and relatives, a glimpse of the changes in their hometown. But some people have to years to go back once. Nowadays, with advanced transportation, more people go home at Qingming. The government, taking into account the needs of the people, has put the Qingming Festival on the official holiday list as a traditional holiday to enable the people to better express their nostalgia for their loved ones.

I left my hometown to work in the old city for more than 20 years, and whenever the Qingming Tomb Sweeping, most of them can only be done by the parents. Especially my father, as long as in the Qingming around the time will have to go back home for ancestors, relatives on the grave, burn incense. That kind of compassion, even as an old man over eighty years old, he is the same as ever. In fact, some years ago, my father rarely let me and my siblings to participate in these things, that is, in addition to our young age, but also because we do not know who their grandparents are, my father at the age of twelve, three years old, his grandparents have been away from him, and usually only occasionally listen to him talk about their own fathers and mothers. However, there was a time when I went with a dozen or so members of my family to participate in a large-scale grave-sweeping ceremony. My father once said that it was the good feng shui of my grandfather's grave that made our family prosperous. On that day, with a solemn heart, we lit incense, burned money, and bowed down in front of my grandfather's grave, praying to his spirit in heaven to bless us with peace and health. Afterwards, we traveled to the graves of our relatives to visit their graves. In addition to the later death of uncle grandfather, great aunt and other people still familiar with life, other relatives and neighbors I can not remember, more difficult to think of their images, only to pray silently all the deceased rest in peace.

Some years ago, my parents moved to live in the county, we do not need to go back to our hometown in the countryside to insert Qing (Ming). However, the cemetery in the county has a few more new dead, and all have inextricable links with us, and every time we come to the Qingming, we will naturally think of them. Some of them died young, some because they are close friends and relatives, worthy of our memory. Here are just a few of them: more than ten years ago, my brother-in-law died of leukemia when he was only about forty years old, this is a good man who is not afraid of illness, very responsible. He was laid off for many years, fighting the disease but as many as eleven years, shortly before his death, he was still sick working abroad, was really unable to hold on before returning to hospitalization. I didn't realize that these were the last twenty days of his life. He was also the first person by my side whose pulse I felt and watched leave this world. From his last closed eyes, I saw that he had so much sadness that I couldn't help but shed tears. My great-uncle passed away less than a year old, he was loyal, hardworking and honest, really a rare good cadres. Just when the fast-retirement procedures can enjoy the happiness of heaven, the disease has prematurely deprived him of the right to live, people are all sad. I remember when his life is in danger, I went to visit, holding his hand, although he could not speak in the dark, but let me feel, perhaps he knew that it is difficult to say that not many days to go, could not help but tears out of the corner of the eye, at that moment my heart trembled, human life, ah, is how fragile! My father-in-law is the person I respect the most. His wisdom, his tolerance and generosity, and his style of behavior are all examples for me to learn from. This seventy-something year old man, with a heart like a mirror, was never confused, and his analysis and prediction of world affairs were even convincing. In the days before his death, although he could not speak either, he endured his illness and walked calmly, all the more so that his children remembered him. At the farewell, his former colleagues and good friends came to remember his bits and pieces and praise more. And the funeral was a spectacle not often seen in the county. There are several other relatives who have left us one after another, forgive me for not being able to mention them all, they are all stored in my heart. So, every year during the Ching Ming Festival, as long as I can go back, I will go to the cemetery in the county town and search for their tombstones one by one to sweep their graves, so as not to miss anyone. I stopped at the graves of my friends and relatives, I lit up a note of incense for them, burned a few pieces of paper, bowed three times, and silently prayed for them to express their infinite nostalgia, and only prayed for them to be all right in heaven!

"It is raining at the time of Ching Ming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." We can't control the life and death of people. When we remember the deceased, we realize how impermanent life is, and we have more respect for life and death. Last week, I made an appointment to visit the grave of my old classmate, and the weather was fine the day before, but I didn't expect it to rain all night. In the morning, the sky was still drizzling, which made me feel more about the Qingming rain. I braved the rain and went to the cemetery built on the hillside, where the former president of our classmates' union has been laid to rest for a long time. He was also one of the people I could get close to in this city, and I know that he left unwillingly with so many of his wishes that he hadn't yet had the chance to fulfill, so it's clear how hopeless life can be! I placed a bouquet of flowers on his grave, leaving behind only true nostalgia. Classmates often mention that he was ten years ago, carefully organized reunion, so that we have been separated for thirty years after the first opportunity to get together. But now, the man has gone, the yellow crane sad ...... From this thought, each deceased has its life trajectory, their ideals and spirit, whether great or ordinary, are worthy of the memory of the living. But as a living person, in honor of the deceased at the same time, whether it is more important to get what from their life?

They were ready to go home for their loved ones during the Ching Ming holiday. But I respected the wishes of my two mothers (they were worried that I would be tired of rushing around) and didn't make the trip. But it gives me a space to quietly think about my deceased friends and relatives. At this time, sitting in front of the computer, I am alone, the deceased one by one like a movie flashed in front of me, those figures vividly, those family love to remember. Coincidentally, I was fortunate to read from the "left bank reading" in a leader of the "April clear words of life", got some enlightenment. I think that the encounter in life is a kind of fate. However, there is no such thing as an unending banquet, and people will choose to leave one day, so that their souls can find a new place to live. But no matter what, for the dead, people leave their own place, we do not have to be too sad; for the living, people meet is not easy, we should cherish. Therefore, about the Qingming Festival, I prefer to use it for remembrance, nostalgia for those who have passed away, nostalgia for the soul, nostalgia for that kind of emotion that can not be cut off. The past, no matter what kind of state, has been grayed out, can not be retained. Let us in this worthy of remembrance of the holiday, quietly memorialize the goers, grow a yearning, add a hope. Then we may as well give all the sadness to make a tribute to it, in order to accumulate more power to move forward. Because we y understand, but cherish life, human beings can flourish; but healthy living, life will be wonderful bloom!