Qingming Monument Thinking of Parents Original Prose

When this poem reappeared in my mind, it was already very clear before I knew it. This reminds me of my parents who died the year before and last year. The emotion of missing is like a thousand miles burst its banks and running water under the bridge.

My father died the year before last. He is very hospitable and likes drinking and drinking tea. As far as I can remember, wherever he went, it was very lively. My mother said goodbye last year. She was frugal all her life and was keen on matchmaking. In my memory, she is kind-hearted and likes a quiet and clean environment.

My father has lived in the city from the countryside for many years, but he still sells wine. The purpose of selling wine is to solve his pocket money and the convenience of drinking, so that his son-in-law can have wine and food at any time when he comes back. No matter what happens, I always like to sit at his place and talk for a while. Chatting and drinking. Sometimes, wine is really a good thing, which reminds me of the vivid zero zero total. Sometimes, wine is a harmful poison, which pulls our father-son relationship away. But in any case, as long as our family sits together, there will naturally be no shortage of wine, and all kinds of unpleasant quarrels are of course unpredictable, but most of them will be forgotten afterwards.

I seem to have lost interest in drinking since my father died. Occasionally, when I drink alone at home, I naturally think of my father. In fact, he really can't drink a few mouthfuls. I can only drink three or four ounces at most. Our family all like to drink, and the atmosphere of drinking is particularly warm, with bitterness and excitement hidden in the wine words.

Mother's death was a great blow to our brothers and sisters. As we all know, the old man is a living treasure, and no brothers and sisters are lacking. The death of the old man is like a piece of loose sand, and it is difficult to have a complete family from now on. My mother came to live in the city for these years, and she has never changed the habit of being hard-working in the countryside. She doesn't buy expensive vegetables and food, nor does she want to buy new clothes. In order to get a few eggs or two handfuls of dried noodles for free, she went to the drug promotion office for the elderly before dawn and waited for a round of medicine.

Sometimes I can't bear to buy her some meat and vegetables. And told his mother: "You have to eat well, and it's not that you have no money." My mother smiled and said, "Save it if you can. It's much better than living in the countryside now. " Although my mother has more than 100,000 cards and a monthly pension of 2,000 yuan, she is still busy, often picking up garbage in the streets and lanes, and can sell for tens of yuan a month. I advised my mother not to pick up garbage, in case there is glass slag in the garbage and I hurt my hand. Mom smiled and said that I would pay attention, and then asked, "Are you afraid that I will hurt your face by picking up garbage?" I said, "Is it awkward to pick up garbage? Who said that, but you are so old, the rest is true! " A few months later, my mother told me that she stopped picking up garbage, but that was because of her leg problems. ...

Father was catching up with the epidemic when he left, and it was cold and cheerless when he said goodbye; When my mother left, the epidemic was relaxed and I was full of excitement when I said goodbye. Although our parents left, they left us two treasures: one is the money left in Cary, and the other is the virtue of thrift. Although they built graves before their death, it seems that our brothers and sisters should do something for them to show their eternal memory.

For the sake of their children's life, they should set up a marble monument in front of the grave, with the names of two old people carved in the middle and the names of their children and grandchildren carved left and right. In this way, people will not find the wrong place when they go to the grave in the future.

On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my brother-in-law and I braved the drizzle and returned to my parents' cemetery 60 kilometers away. After the inscription was erected, the sun shone brightly. Put fruit in the incense, fill the glass and say to yourself: I will come to your grave next year.

This is exactly:

It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

The inscription stands and the sky clears up.

Be grateful to your parents.

Qingming, don't forget to come to the grave.

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