Every Qingming Festival, I will go back to my hometown to worship my ancestors, and every time I go back, I feel extremely bitter.
After graduating from university, I stayed in the city to work and didn't usually go back home.
On the one hand, there are no relatives back home that I should go back to, and my parents passed away when I was in high school.
Since I hadn't been very close to the other relatives in the village since I was a child, I didn't have much affection.
On the other hand, after the death of my parents, the house and the scene in my hometown became something that touched me emotionally.
Every time I go back, I can't help but feel sad when I walk down the country road that I walked with my parents.
I will also feel that I am too lonely now, and I have a busy job in the city, and my sad mood will not come up.
But every year on the Qingming Festival, I still go back to my home to worship my ancestors, see my father and mother, and sweep their graves.
During this year's Qingming Festival, I deliberately quit my busy work and took leave to return home.
When I first got home, there was a slight rain in the sky, and I was filled with emotion as I walked home.
I feel that I have changed too much in the village over the years since I left, and although I come back every year, I still sigh.
In addition to my house, the houses next to it have also been built higher and higher, and they have all become towering small buildings.
Walking on the familiar way home, my mind always recalls the scene of coming home with my parents as a child.
Those scenes seem to be just yesterday, but now they are long gone, and seeing the scenes of the past can only touch the scene.
Mom and Dad, I'm back. I stood in front of my house and whispered.
After entering the door, I began to prepare the items for worshipping my ancestors, and in the process of tidying up, my mood was also unusually heavy.
But on the way to worship my ancestors, the kind behavior of a stranger changed my perspective on the world.
Holding an umbrella, I was walking on the way to my ancestral grave, but I lost my mind for a moment and accidentally scattered the fruits and pastries I had prepared in my hand.
Carefully prepared fruits and pastries had fallen on the wet and muddy road, and I stood there holding my umbrella and not knowing what to do.
The drop of fruit and pastries seemed to be the final blow to my heavy heart, and my heart was full of frustration.
Unsatisfactory work and life came to me like a tidal wave, and I stood there with tears about to burst out of my eyes.
Don't stand stupid, young man, pick up something! If you don't pick it up, you'll have to run away. ”
An uncle with a local accent helped me pick up things and told me to move quickly.
When I looked up, the uncle who was helping me pick up my things was a strange villager of the same age as my father.
Don't worry, I'll pick them all up for you. His words warmed my heart.
I was a little surprised, but more touched, and with the efforts of the two of us, we all picked up everything.
During our conversation, I learned that he was a local villager who, like my parents, made a living growing crops.
I instantly felt a deep affection for him, so I chatted with him for a while.
In the course of the conversation, he told me: "We are a town people, like a big family, and we are supposed to help each other. ”
This sentence also touched me deeply, and I always felt lonely when I worked in the city.
In this moment, I also feel that even in the most difficult moments of your time, there is always someone who will show kindness to you.
After this experience, I also changed my perspective on the things around me and returned to the city after completing the ancestral worship.
After returning to the city, I began to cherish every smile and every act of kindness of the people around me even more.
I also applied what I learned to my own life, began to cherish it, and found some beauty around me.
And when you are able to do it, you also help others and release kindness.
After I changed my mind and did so, I became more and more close friends.
Slowly, I also felt the warmth of having friends in the city where I worked, and I no longer felt as lonely as before.
After that incident, I often went back to my hometown to keep in touch with the villager and other relatives.
During the busy farming season, I will go back to help them do what I can and talk to them.
Every time I go back to my hometown and talk to them, I feel that my body and mind are very relaxed, and the pressure of work is also relieved.
When I go back, I will also bring some gifts to repay their care and help for me.
That Qingming ancestor worship taught me a lot, and it made me realize that man is never an island.
It has taught me to cherish every little fortune in life and be good at discovering happiness in life.
And learn to show kindness to others so that our lives are not overshadowed by the past.
We should remember the past, but also cherish the present and create a better future.
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