Reflections on seeing graves on the high-speed railway

The high-speed train is traveling very fast on the track. Because of its speed, I can quickly take a look at the surrounding scenery.

Suddenly, I saw a large grave squatting silently in a gray forest. This was definitely not a traditional cemetery in the countryside, because there was no one of its kind around the grave.

The high-speed train was still running, and the scenery I mentioned before flashed by. I turned around and wondered carefully: Did the owner of the tomb bag call his descendants when he was about to die? Whispering in front of the bed, just to remind them not to send the body to the incinerator after he left? After all, cremation has no more history than burial. In the generation of the owner of the tomb, who would not choose a place with excellent feng shui for burial so that future generations would not be laughed at by people of all sizes in the same village?

After thinking about it again, I was probably wrong. If it was to pick a land with good Feng Shui for burial, why didn’t other good people grab this “good Feng Shui” land instead of leaving it behind? Does this family enjoy exclusive blessings?

Maybe the owner of the tomb bag has no children? In his or her early years, he or she worked outside the home, got into a high position and was unable to get a low position. He or she returned to the village to enjoy his or her old age alone. No one knew the younger generation, and most of his peers had already left, just like "Shao Xiaoli" in He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown". When the eldest son returns home, his local pronunciation has not changed, and his hair on his temples has faded. Children who don't recognize each other smile and ask where the guests are from." The scene here is the same. In other words, this guess is actually my impression and thoughts about the poem. More than ten years later, the old man died of an illness. Based on the concept of doing good and virtue, the young people in the same village chose a remote place near the village to bury the old man hastily. As for why the grave was not placed in the village cemetery, I think it was probably because the people in the village didn't know who his ancestors were, how old he was, and who his parents and brothers were, so naturally there was no place for him to stand.

As for whether the old man's children are busy making a living, running around outside, and have not seen their parents for many years. The family relationship is weak, so they have no intention to take care of things and have to rush things. I think the possibility is very low, and I don't hope it is.

I accidentally went too far. When I looked back, I thought about the shape and size of the tomb, which was very similar to an old-fashioned stove. It was long in the front and oval in the back, which can be called unique. It stood like this in a neat forest. I don’t know how many springs, summers, autumns, and winters this forest has gone through. I recall that when a group of strong farmers found a piece of wasteland and enthusiastically planted rows of trees, thinking that these trees would grow up to provide food for future generations. It provides a green shade for shelter, but I never thought that I would only wait for a lonely grave...

Every time it is cold, even if the trees straighten their slender bodies, they cannot retain even a trace of green. The grave bag has no green leaves to accompany it, quietly waiting for the three months of spring.

After thinking about this, I looked up at the screen in front of my head. A line of words scrolled quickly on it - the outdoor temperature was 1℃, but the inside of the car was as warm as spring, and filled with soft eye-protecting lights. The two aunties sitting there laughed and said that this year they would be drifting south alone again. I suddenly realized that all my previous thoughts came from illusions. Although they were written down on paper word by word, they could not cover up the arrogance of the boy's rude speculation.

If I were to be in that desolate forest right next to the tombs, I would not make any more guesses. I would just be sullen, with my head and neck hunched over, my hands in my pockets, and all I wanted to do was return home. . At most, I could just curse, it was really cold today, and I still thought the cold wind wasn't biting enough.