Liu Qiang walked into the cemetery with a brisk pace, carrying a bunch of white chrysanthemums and a bag of braised pork. Today is the Qingming Festival, he came to sweep the tomb, and the person he loves most is buried in the soil.
In front of the grave, the sound of firecrackers crackled **, and the customs were traditional. With a hint of sadness on his face, Liu Qiang suddenly took off the new suit he had just bought and covered the grave covered with dirt.
The friend next to him asked puzzledly, "Liu Qiang, what are you doing?" Why put a suit on the grave? ”
Liu Qiang said in a low voice: "Shhh, don't make noise, he liked to be quiet when he was alive, I wanted to cover his ears to help him block the sound of firecrackers, but I found that I couldn't do it anymore." ”
This friend has been Liu Qiang's best friend for many years and knows the deep affection between him and his deceased wife. He stood silently aside, watching Liu Qiang gently caress the lines on his suit, his eyes revealing indescribable sadness and pity.
Suddenly, a loud firecracker exploded in his ears, and Liu Qiang's body froze, tears rolling in his eyes. He closed his eyes, as if hearing his wife's gentle laughter and feeling her soft palms.
I'm sorry, dear. Liu Qiang thought silently in his heart, tears coming out of his eyes.
The friend stepped forward and patted Liu Qiang's shoulder lightly, without saying much. They stood silently in front of the grave, waiting for the sound of the firecrackers to fade away, leaving only the rustle of the wind through the leaves.
The clear sunlight sprinkled on the cemetery through the treetops, and Liu Qiang felt a trace of warmth. He slowly bent down, gently wiped away his tears, and put on his suit again, his gaze determined and warm.
He knew that no matter what, his wife would always live in his memory, and he would continue to guard that deep love for her. Today's tomb sweeping is no longer a farewell, but a precious reunion, a purification of the soul, and an eternal silence.