Winter solstice

I can't stand the cold in winter. It was on the eve of the winter solstice, in the house on the mountain-in the early morning, I was awakened by the cold and my head ached a little. When I touch my head, my sparse short hair and scalp feel cold and cold.

This winter, many persimmons lingering on persimmon trees have warmed my heart day by day, making me forget my troubles, move forward firmly, and have a new understanding of life at the same time.

Last weekend, I saw the newly developed Feng No.1 inkstone at teacher Wang Kaiquan's house in Feixian County. My uncle's cousin called me and told me that Zhang Zi left at noon today. He fell asleep and left without any pain.

My cousin asked me not to tell my mother for the time being, but to send a car to pick her up early tomorrow morning. My cousin is worried that her mother will be sad and can't sleep all night.

The next morning, I hurried down the hill to go home, and my mother had been taken to my grandmother's house.

I invited my sister and brother to my mother's house to pay tribute to Zhang Zi and see him off for the last time.

As soon as I got on the bus, I took out a paper bag with a pile of money and handed it to me.

"My mother left it to you when she left, asking you to give me money for libation."

"I don't want it. I have money. I don't need her pension money. " I said, tears blurred my eyes.

Mother is thoughtful and meticulous everywhere. She knows that my life is difficult and my money is tight. I prepared this emergency money for fear that I would make a fool of myself in public.

When I arrived at my uncle's house, there were people everywhere in the courtyard, outside the courtyard and in the alley on the street.

Zhang Zi was lying in bed with a big smile on her face, talking and waving her hands. Every time she welcomed me and my mother, this time, at the age of 86, she closed her eyes and lay in the cold coffin, never looking at us again.

2065438+2008 Twenty-eight Niangs Tour Zhang Zi in the twelfth lunar month.

Before August 15, 2020, my mother visited the donkey in the hospital bed.

At ten o'clock at noon, the town came and pulled the car to the county for cremation.

Pull the coffin to mourn.

In the street, we knelt on the road.

Cousin cried himself hoarse.

The 82-year-old mother, with a bald head, knelt on the cold concrete road in front of the coffin and cried!

My cousin is crying and wants to go to West Road. ...

After a crisp earthen pot was broken, the eight strong men who carried the coffin eagerly and neatly lifted the coffin and walked steadily. Coffin in front, filial son and grandson in the back, surging towards the south of home, like melting ice slowly flowing in the streets of mountain villages.

The coffin containing scorpions was carried on the cremated white van, and the coffin was sent to the cemetery for burning and reduced to ashes. The scorpion's body was sent to the crematorium for cremation, and a box of ashes was brought back and buried in the newly-built cemetery, not with my uncle who died young!

This is the cemetery system that has been implemented since last year! It is said that it is to save cultivated land. However, take my nephew as an example. If I were buried with my uncle, I wouldn't waste an inch of land. Instead, it will waste a few more points in the cemetery.

Couples who loved each other before they died can't share the same points.

Tears welled up as I thought about it.

Tall, strong, considerate and kind-hearted uncle, pushing a rubber-tyred cart, will pick up the donkey on time when Leng Yue first rises!

The day after Zhang Zi left, he went to the grave on the third day and was placed in front of the grave on May 7.

I drove my mother, my brother took my sister and brother-in-law, and the grave basket prepared by my mother to visit my nephew's grave.

This is also a custom reform that has to be taken to adapt to the reform of the cemetery system: the cemetery is too far away, and relatives and friends can't stand running around repeatedly. Many families put the dog days and May 7th graves together on the day of funeral.

However, it is comforting that in rural areas, an old man who died at the age of 80 can be called a funeral.

Grandma, second grandma, third grandma and fourth grandma's uncle are running after them.

In the house where Zhang Zi lived before his death, his mother and her uncle sat together, and her rough big hands were affectionately held together.

I walked up to him, and my mother introduced me to my uncle: this is a big share of my family (ranking first).

Simple uncle smiled and said, "Your mother and I lived in this small courtyard, two big families and a patio when we were young."

My uncle and my mother reminisced about the past together.

Looking back, my mother told me the past in this yard with tears: who lived in that ladle house, who was born in this ladle, how old she was, and who gave birth to several children. ...

Walking out of the house, I saw Aunt Wu coming in the yard. My aunt Wu, my late sister and younger sister, Aunt Wu, is 88 years old. I approached her and whispered, Aunt Wu.

Zhang Zi's sister Aunt Wu is 88 years old this year.

Aunt Wu is neither blind nor deaf. As soon as she saw it was me, she stepped forward, took my hand in both hands and scolded me with a smile: "You tiger, you won't be called Aunt Wu when you see it!" "

I smiled and said, "I called Aunt Wu, but you didn't hear me!"

I asked, "My fifth uncle is very strange!"

"I'm a good boy! Your fifth uncle is so strange! " Aunt Wu praised me.

"My fifth uncle is almost 100 years old!" I asked again.

"After 99 years, I am older than me 10 years old, and I am 89 years old." Aunt Wu said.

"long live! Let the fifth uncle live well and live to be over one hundred years old! "

"My fourth aunt, your grandmother lived to be 104 years old. Everyone in this family has a long life! " Aunt Wu said loudly.

At this time, a short message rang in my mobile phone, which was sent by my sister: my second son (my female nephew) gave birth to a boy. At 2: 46 noon today, mother and son are safe!

I sighed, looked at my uncle's yard, looked at the crowd in the yard, and muttered: generation after generation! Generation after generation!

Endless, handed down from generation to generation.

2020122012:16 was written in Wolong Mountain Residence.

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