When I was very young, my grandmother died and was buried in a cemetery far away. I remember that after the burial that day, my relatives wandered around and stumbled upon a tombstone inlaid with ** not far away. In those days, there were few tombstones with **, so the adults stopped and looked at it.
Then they lamented that it turned out that ** was a young man, who was only nineteen years old from the marked date of birth to the date of death. The adults shook their heads, some people said that if they were so young, they must have died in a car accident, and some people said that it might be a disease. In any case, the family must have been extremely sad when he died suddenly at this age, so he pressed his ** under the glass very carefully, and smeared it on the not very delicate tombstone with cement.
I was still in kindergarten at the time, but I remember vividly the gray-white sunny smile on the potholed tombstone. So when I sweep my grandmother's grave again, I will go to see this uncle. I don't know him, I don't miss him, I don't remember him, just because I know that he will always be here, like a silent agreement for eternity, which will not change.
Later, when I was in junior high school, I would still visit him when I went to visit the grave. He looks like his senior brother who plays on the court at school, full of vigor and vitality. But he has been sleeping here for a long time, and he has experienced the death that we all fear, which I can't help but revere me.
Then I was twenty years old. When I came to his tomb during the Qingming Dynasty and saw the bright light of his peers in his eyebrows, I would feel that he was one of my playmates. I would look at the number of offerings and flowers, trying to read how much my family missed him. Sometimes he was happy that his tombstone was wiped fresh, and sometimes he was sad because of the temporary desolation.
After starting a family, I was in my thirties. I have had chicken feathers in my life, I have been hesitant and anxious at work, I have suffered a lot of hammers, and I have understood a lot of things. Go to the grave again, climb up the hill, already a little out of breath, see that **, suddenly feel that his face is more green and immature, like a cute brother.
Suddenly remembered the scene of his family sighing at his tombstone thirty years ago. There are thousands of tombstones, except for those of relatives, his one is the most embarrassing. When people face death, they will use their youth as a yardstick to measure whether a person has lived the way he should be. In such a life, he should have had the fearlessness of riding a bicycle through the wind and rain, the romance of kissing with his beloved under the fireworks, the struggle of writing hard in the examination room, and the chic ...... of laughing and singing wine
It may not be easy to be young, but that's the least exhausting time of our lives. When we get really tired, we realize that we have had an enviable time. But how is it like a lightning-fast train that suddenly leaves itself behind?
My heart became more and more like a stone, and I imagined that in a few years, he would already be a child in my eyes. When the time comes, I'll feel sad for myself.
If death were a freeze frame, we would see the beauty in it;If life is a flow, we forget to give it the beacon to remember. Just because in our life, there is always a consciousness that is destined to be ordinary. But it's really going to be a shame for yourself.
Zhilan was born in the deep forest, and she is not unpleasant.
Ordinary us will eventually be like the big boy, turned into a small ** on the tombstone, I hope that no matter how old we are, our eyes are glowing with the same youthful light as him, that is the afterglow of our ** era, is the auspicious light that nothing can match.
Author: Ma Tuo.