A short article about interesting things about Qingming Festival

2017 Lyrical Essay on Tomb-Sweeping Day 1 Five years ago, on the first Tomb-Sweeping Day after my father’s death, I wrote an article called “Qingming Memorial Day.” It was published in the "Deqing Today" newspaper and later included in my blog. Next, I wrote blog posts such as "Father's Last Wishes", "Father's Day Without a Father", "Long Memories", etc. to recall my father in heaven. Losing my father is a pain that will never go away from my heart. When another Qingming Festival comes, when this morning I burned a large pot of ingots to my deceased ancestors and silently watched the wisps of green smoke gradually disperse, tears blurred my eyes. It seems that there are a lot of words to talk about. Father, do you know? I can’t forget the painful days that accompanied you to fight against the disease; I can’t forget your helpless look before you died and couldn’t let go of your mother’s future; I can’t forget your departure. At that moment, I felt the heartbreaking pain of being devastated but unable to save my life; I couldn’t forget that cleaning up your belongings seemed to have shattered the heart of a family. But I just forgot about that period of time when I was covered in bruises and couldn’t bear to look back. How did I get over it? However, people can only slowly learn to be strong in despair. We are all living well now. The only thing you couldn't worry about at that time was your mother. Now six years have passed, and your mother lives in a single room in the Langgongguan Nursing Home in Fengxian District (which is very close to your brother's work, making it easier to take care of her). My mother's mentality is very good. I think she lives in her own world and her health has always been good. The hardware and software facilities of the nursing home are of excellent quality, especially the caregivers there are all locals, and the mother gets along harmoniously and happily with them. If I had known this, I think we should have sent you two to a nursing home together. Maybe you could have enjoyed a more comfortable life there. At least, you don’t have to worry about three meals a day in the scorching summer and cold winter months. Of course, it is difficult to find the medicine for regret in life. Everyone has his own way of living, or this is "fate". You and your mother made an appointment and chose to bury your ashes at sea after your death. In addition to the innate wisdom that creates insights and forward-looking ideas, it is also to a large extent to reduce the burden on the children. Because you have said many times that you don't want my brother and I to have to worry about this in the future. Nowadays, every time around the Qingming Festival, I see the bustling crowds rushing to visit graves, and my heart seems to be full of mixed emotions: understanding, longing, touching, guilt, and helplessness. Chinese people are accustomed to "burying themselves in peace", although many knowledgeable people People have been paying close attention to ecology, environmental protection, and land resources, and have issued strong appeals for this. Unfortunately, these efforts can only be of a drop in the bucket. The road to funeral reform is long and arduous, and it will not be accepted by the public overnight. I have always believed in "nurturing well but not burying", and I never like to stick to formalities. I think the best memorial to the deceased is to memorialize the deceased deep in the soul. This is what I think and do. Every year on Qingming Festival, Winter Solstice and the anniversary of your death, I will give you my own folded "Yuanbao". Brother, they will also hold memorial ceremonies on the anniversary of your death, and they will continue to do so. So you can be a little more luxurious and a little more chic there, and never be as frugal as you were before. So far, my family has never been to the Sea Burial Monument in Marina Ancient Garden, mainly because I don’t want to violate your last wishes. I am very grateful to my close friend Sister Xiaoying. She has bowed to you in front of the monument several times and used her mobile phone to take photos of the No. 19 Monument with your name engraved on it. What a coincidence is that the burial place of her parents is very close to you, right next to Wanghai Tower. This year she went to her parents' place to visit their graves, and even specially brought me the "yuanbao" I gave you. My eldest sister will even remember to bring tape every time and paste a flower next to your name to fulfill my lingering wish. It is a great blessing in life to be able to make such friends! I heard that there are many names of famous people and people with lofty ideals in the sea burial monument, such as Mr. and Mrs. Ba Jin and layman Zhao Puchu. Just now my friend Qing Yilezhi told me that her mother-in-law is on the monument No. 21. When she goes to visit the grave tomorrow, she will remember to give you a flower and help her mother-in-law recognize a friend there. And our school friend Wang Meiwen is at Monument No. 20, only a few steps away. Is this fate? According to your warm and sincere nature, you will definitely not be lonely in the future. My mother said that I have a fatherly style and inherited your character. On weekdays, I am sentimental, follow the rules, take things lightly and take things seriously, and take everything too seriously. Even if I know that I am unable to do what I want, I am still willing to do everything myself. Of course, I understand that these are not advantages.

The helpless nature is hard to change, and you will often get entangled in troubles and confusions and be unable to extricate yourself, and even make your soul scarred. Fortunately, we are now surrounded by a large group of fellow bloggers who are like brothers and sisters (many of whom are school friends from Shidong). We often communicate online, creating a platform for emotional expression. I have compiled the memoir manuscripts you asked me to bring back to Deqing into volumes and gave them to my aunt and brother respectively. Some chapters will be posted to the blog one after another, which can be regarded as your daughter’s comfort to you. It's a pity that you were so busy during your lifetime that you didn't have time to write most of the rest, which ultimately became an irreparable shortcoming. Your old classmate Weng Jixian and your old friend Lang Yulin have both passed away. I hope you can renew your friendship and renew your friendship. Life is originally a cycle of birth, old age, illness and death. Father, you lamented the injustice of your fate during your lifetime. If there is a soul in heaven, please protect your life and keep you safe! There is no disease or pain in this world. I hope you can live a proud and satisfying life. Ten million, ten million, don't worry about it anymore. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by feel like dying on the road? Deeply remembering the ancestors in heaven, the daughter bows to her father’s spirit in heaven! 2017 Lyrical Essay on Qingming Festival 2 The apricot tree turns into a flower lady, and the spring breeze becomes longer and shorter. . At night, there is a moist air flowing in the air. If you reach out and grab a handful, it will be sticky. My mother took out the fine beans she had collected from the grain store and poured them into the large three basins at her feet. When she sat on the horse, a new cover had already been erected in her hand. The mother-in-law put the bean pods on top like a rowing boat, and the round bean pods tumbled, fell, and were automatically sorted into a small three-pot. My black dog is very curious and opens his eyes wide to look at the falling peas. But the tabby cat hid under my mother's legs without even looking at her. The wind came in through the crack in the door and caused the light on the roof to shake a few times. The black dog thought something had happened and ran out. The tabby cat changed places, jumped on the pot, curled up and squinted. The second sister had just finished her homework and was helping her mother wash the carefully selected beans. Her thin face was like half a moon and she asked: "Mom, do you want some bean leaf vegetables?" While answering the second sister, the mother asked the second sister. My elder sister washed it several times and especially told my second elder sister not to touch the oil-containing utensils, otherwise the bean leaf vegetables would not grow well. The washed beans, which were shiny with water, were put into a medium-sized clay basin by the mother, placed on the hot bed, and covered with a soaked cotton white cloth. My mother said that beans and vegetables grown in clay pots are vigorous, fresh and delicious, and cannot be grown in other utensils. My father was not idle. He took out last year's hanging clothes from the fence and wiped them with a rag over and over again. Jie are two rings formed by wax poles softened by fire. After wiping, my father polished the board. The board was made of shit locust wood, hard and sallow in color. The second brother ran to his father and asked: "My lord, are you going to give me some tea? Your mother is growing beans and leaves, so it's time for me to give you some tea." ? When we heard Diao Youqian, our eyes lit up like light bulbs on the roof. The swing is called "Youqian" in my hometown. Needless to say, Qingming Festival is coming. After making breakfast, my mother began to wash the beans and vegetables for the first time. Use a ladle that has not been dipped in oil and wash it over and over again. After purifying the water, cover it with a damp cloth and place it on the head of the kang. Do this three times a day. My mother would also touch the bottom of the basin with her hands to test the temperature of the kang. When it was hot, she would move the place, saying that too much heat would kill the bean leaf vegetables. When it gets cold, move the basin to the innermost corner of the kang, saying that too cold will not only make the baby sluggish, but will also make it shrink. The second brother became diligent and dug thousands of pits on the west side of the corridor in the courtyard. The black dog also wanted to help the second brother. He used both paws to push the soil outside the pit into the pit. The second brother did not lose his temper and stroked the black dog's head and said: "I will make you a willow hat during the Qingming Festival." The pillar hanging from the wall was hanging in the shade behind the screen wall. My father took it out, bumped it on the ground a few times, and said, "It's still strong." ? My father buried the pillar in the deep pit, added gravel on top, and inserted a wooden prong at the same time. He hugged the pillar and shook it, saying, "It's okay." A joist with a wooden branch is placed in the middle of the column, and two "bars" are inserted into the middle of the beam and column. After the joists were fixed on the wooden pillars, the second brother had already threaded the Youqian board on the thick hemp rope prepared by his father. The second sister was careful. She wrapped the hemp rope that passed through the holes of the board with cloth strips and made a cloth cover for the board. It's nothing more than protecting our pants from getting worn out. When the hemp rope and the hemp rope are connected, Youqian is ready to hang. My mother hung a red cloth at the intersection of the pillars and beams, burned paper money, and muttered something. I don’t know what she said, but I knew she was praying to God to protect the children and prevent them from falling. My father put a "beam on the beam" on the joist.

A gust of wind passed by, and the apricot blossoms flew up. A few pieces fell on my sister's body. The petals spread out, and my sister's coat turned into an apricot tree that was about to bloom. Mom said, let me try Youqian first. She knelt on the Youqian board with her legs, and the second sister gently pushed her. The mother straightened her upper body, stood up, expanded her breasts, swung up on the rope, soared up into the air, and leveled the support beams. While we were exclaiming, my mother slowly floated down and said, when I was a child, spinning around was much more thrilling than this. The second brother grabbed Youqian, and he sat alone, and the schoolgirl knelt and drove him alone. After he played wildly for a while, we took back Youqian. First, my sister and I played "double sitting". My sister and I sat opposite each other, with our legs crossed, playing "beat the fat kid". The second sister was in trouble when we were sitting together. She had to push us hard so that we wouldn't get together. After that, my sister and I played another round of "string of flower hearts". For a while, my sister was sitting and I was standing; for a while, my sister was standing and I was sitting. My sister and I are about the same strength, so we lost strength when playing one by one. After a while, our two restraints merged, and we fell down unhappy. When we had almost finished playing, it was the second sister's turn. The second sister likes to play stand-up and walk in the garden. She grabs two ropes and brushes them aside without being pushed by others. She bends hard, bends her legs, squats, stands upright, flies up, and salutes. The series of actions are completed with flying colors, which makes people dazzled. After a few rounds, the second sister's slow and light body swung up onto the support beam, and the apricot petals floated on the second sister's bun in the wind, like a fairy flying in the sky spreading rain of flowers to the world. The black dog was stunned, his eyes motionless. The tabby cat was playing with apricot petals on the ground. Wherever the cat's claws touched, a flower ditch appeared. The second brother saw the second sister playing well and shouted to the second sister to "double stand". "Double Stand" means two people are facing each other. The hands holding the rope are staggered up and down. Both parties use the force to swing forward and back. If the two people exert equal force, Youqian will naturally swing and balance, and the duration will be longer. But the second brother didn't know how to hit Youqian at all. He would exert strong force for a while, then a small force for a while, which made the second sister tired and sweating profusely. The rule of fighting is that once they are tied, no matter what the situation is, the person who is fighting must give up automatically. After the second brother came down, my sister and I took turns letting the second brother take the lead. The second sister's "belt drive" means that people who are sitting on the ride will enjoy leisurely strolling around just by following the strength of the second sister. The second sister sometimes slows down, so slow that you think Youqian will stop, because the two eyes are about to merge. Just when you are still excited, the second sister's hands move outward, They separated immediately. The second sister bowed her knees and moved with both hands on the rope. Youqian was saved. The second sister's graceful movements stunned the people around her. The younger sister would clap her hands and sing loudly: "Peach blossoms bloom, apricot blossoms fail, plum blossoms turn over." As soon as the sister finished speaking, apricot flowers fell from the apricot tree, dyeing the second sister's face pink. When I went to school the next day, the first thing I had to do was show off my family. Those whose fathers are lazy will make an appointment with me to go to my house for leisure time, and I will also take the opportunity to ask them for conditions, such as helping me on duty. Chunlan's father had never hung a yoqian for his child in a serious manner. At most, during the Qingming Festival, he would tie a hemp rope and thread a yoqian board between the big poplar trees at the door. The hemp rope is fixed to the tree and has no "flexibility". It can only swim back and forth, but it is impossible to relax. Zhihua's father is restless, and her family has never hanged a baby, nor has a simple baby like Chunlan's family hung a baby. They didn't go home after school, but went to my house to play baby for a while before going back. After a long time, we arrived at "Xiaohanshi". Xiaohanshi is only three days away from Tomb Sweeping Day. Qingming Festival is divided into minor cold food and major cold food. Xiaohanshi is 105 days after the winter solstice, commonly known as "one hundred and five, go to the grave to add soil". In our hometown, we only add soil during the Xiaohanshi period, and then visit the graves on the Great Hanshi day (Qingming Festival). You can add soil in the morning or in the morning, but it is best between 9 and 10 am and before 3:30 pm. My father got up very early that day. He wiped the shovel over and over again with a solemn expression. When the sun rose above the treetops, he took his second brother to the "new village". Xincun is the forest land of my village. It was very quiet in the woodland, and my father was the first to come. Except for a few pine trees planted around the graves, there are few green things in the forest. The graves are covered with weeds. Those large branches of cockleburs occupy the entire grave. If you are not careful, the cockleburs will bite. Full of body. My father first cleared away all the weeds around the grave, and then planted new soil on the grave. The tomb was carefully built, breaking up some large clods of soil into fine pieces, and finally rounding the tomb. After the circle is completed, a square piece of earth shaped like an official hat is placed on the top of the tomb. It is best for the square soil to be a whole piece of large soil. It is better not to be broken and square. After finishing the top of the tomb, my father led his second brother to kneel down and kowtow. The second brother said: "Grandma, grandpa, we have repaired your house for you."

?My father just said: ?Da, the house has been repaired for you. ?The father did not say a second sentence, and the expression on his face became more solemn. We have never heard my father call me mother. Even when I visit the grave, my father never calls me mother. My father told my second brother that the top of the official hat grave was very particular and could only be placed three years after the death of the ancestor. There is also a custom in my hometown that for people who die during the year, no matter how big the grave is when they are buried, they cannot add soil by themselves afterwards. The soil can only be broken on the Xiaohanshi day, otherwise it will not be good for future generations. Erecting monuments, moving valleys and tombs, and getting married are also done in Xiaohanshi. There are also specialties in erecting monuments in my hometown. A monument cannot be erected after the death of one parent. Monuments can only be erected three years after the death of both parents. Erecting a monument is equivalent to hanging a house number for the ancestors, so that relatives can visit the graves to pay respects. There are four brothers in my village. The fourth is careless and procrastinating. He does not join the other brothers when adding soil every year, and is the last one to go. One year, after he went there, he saw that no soil had been added to his parents' graves, so he became very active and thought, I am finally the first to add soil to my parents' graves. He renovated the tomb and said, "Mom and dad, we have built a house for you. You should live well in your new house." As soon as he said the last sentence, he got a kick on the butt. He looked back and saw that it was his third brother. He felt baffled. Before he could ask questions, his third brother said, look at whose house you built. Our mother’s grave is this. You built the house of an old bachelor in my village. Do you want to be his son? The fourth brother turned around and asked. Look, his mother-in-law's grave is next to the old bachelor's. It has been renovated a long time ago. His eldest and second brothers have come to add soil to it. It's just that this year he came one step earlier than his third brother. The living people complain about living in dungeons, but our ancestors also lived in dungeons. The tombs are so densely packed that it is really difficult to distinguish them without erecting monuments. The monument we erected for my parents last year. The eldest sister is far away in the Northeast, and the five of us brothers and sisters went together to set up the ceremony. The second brother went to select the monument, find someone to carve the monument, and wrapped the monument in red cloth in advance and transported it to the vicinity of the cemetery. It is said that placing the carved stone tablet on the roadside will be more auspicious if it is stepped on by pedestrians. On the day of Xiaohanshi, the five of us dug pits, carried monuments, erected monuments, added soil, burned paper, and worshiped. The monument faces Bashan Mountain in the southeast. As soon as the sun rises, full sunlight shines on the monument. The bean leaf vegetables in the pot have two yellow mouths, and those that are unwilling to be lonely also have small green leaves. I said in my heart, tomorrow is the Qingming Festival, and you are going to be fired. Every year on the day before Tomb Sweeping Day, the school invites old revolutionaries from the village to tell revolutionary stories to the school. The principal will also tell the story of Jie Zhitui. After the school meeting, the students went to Xincun to visit Zhaiye's grave. My father participated in the revolution with Zhai Ye. At that time, my father was only 13 years old and not as tall as a rifle. Once, the district team held a meeting in the courtyard room of the second team and was raided by Wang Jinming's troops. Master Zhai covered his father and Uncle Song Rufang's retreat from Nangou. When my father and others led the troops back, Zhaiye had already killed the bandits, and the rolling bloody field was as big as the courtyard. Zhaiye had no children, so he married a man from another village. Just because she married a man, the problem of Zhai Nai's martyrs has never been resolved. My father didn’t know how many times he went to the civil affairs department to get some subsidies for Zhai Nai. Later, when Zhai Nai got older, her father discussed with the brigade and sent someone to take care of her until she passed away. Every Qingming Festival, my father would tell us the story of Zhai Ye with a heavy heart. This day is my busiest day. After the meal, my mother soaked two ladles of rice in a jar and then moved the raw bean leaf vegetables to the stone grinder in the patio. My mother said that the rice would not taste good again. After doing this, my mother kneaded the dough and rolled the cakes. My mother rolled out a big pile of cakes, enough to last for a day. White smoke rises from the chimneys of every house, and the aroma permeates the whole village. The second brother is also busy making Bagua kites. I have been stupid since I was a child, so I begged him to make one for me. He said, if I exchange eggs for it tomorrow, I would make it for you. The black dog was also very busy. One moment he ran to his mother's pancake, and the next moment he ran to the second brother's kite. Once he almost trampled the second brother's kite paper, and the second brother almost gave it a pair of scissors. The tabby cat stretched its body into a long strip and lay halfway in the door. A small patch of sunlight shone on it, but it was too lazy to move. It smelled the aroma of the cake and sniffed. After school, because the next day was Qingming Festival and the school was on holiday, my sister invited many classmates to play games at my house. I was thinking about the big Yuqian from the Baosen family on the street, but I had no interest in taking care of my little Yuqian. My mother poured the soaked sorghum on the grinding table and started grinding it with both hands. The scene of the second brother making a kite, the scene of mother grinding bamboo sticks, the scene of falling apricot blossoms, and the scene of sisters playing with each other are still lingering in my mind. Qingming Festival has finally arrived. Before dawn, my second brother took my sister and me to Donggou to cut willows. There is a saying in my hometown that if you don’t plant willows during the Qingming Festival, your dog will turn yellow when it dies. It is also an era when rice and firewood are scarce. At the instruction of adults, the children borrowed the custom of planting willows during the Qingming Festival to get more firewood.

The second brother was a king of tree climbers, and he soon broke a lot of them. My sister and I bundled them up and took them home. The second brother inserted a bunch of willow branches on Youqian's joist, knitted a willow hat for the black dog, and gave the dog a small bell. The black dog was in a state of glory that day. The second brother also cut off the green and elastic willow branch into half, gently scraped off the skin with his thumbnail, and said while scraping: "What kind of whistle? Willow skin whistle, if you don't sound, I don't want it, but if you make a beep sound, I want it." ?After scraping, the crisp willow tips also echoed over the yard. Later, my second brother taught me that onion leaves can also be used in this way. The whistle made is not as light and round as willow tips, but thick and rough. As soon as the willow folding was finished, raindrops began to fall. ?It’s rare to be sunny during Qingming Festival, and it’s rare to be cloudy during Grain Rain. Most of the time during Qingming Festival it is cloudy or rainy. My father transferred paper money, brought liquor, and went to visit the grave early. On the way to Xincun, there was a heavy flow of people visiting the grave, looking sad. Mom went to the south of the village to get the newly made pants for us. If you encounter a difficult time and cannot make a new set of clothes for the Chinese New Year, but only make a new coat, you will definitely make a new pair of trousers for the children during the Qingming Festival. Those who have girls in the family are even more careless. It is said that "Women's Qingming Festival is the Year of Men". On this day, no matter the big girl or the little wife, they are brand new. Women rarely go out on weekdays, but on this day, they can go out and go out in the wild at will. . My mother boiled half a pot of brown eggs that she had saved up for many days. It was said to be half a pot, but there was a quantity, and they were distributed according to head, two for each person. My mother cooked rice porridge in a big pot and added a handful of peeled peanuts. It is said that after drinking the rice porridge, I don’t get pink eye. He also said that the porridge should be drunk cold, and the eggs should also be eaten cold. Otherwise, hail will be caused. After the porridge is cooled, it looks like amber. It is cool in the mouth and produces saliva after swallowing. It has a long aftertaste. Mom also fried the goose eggs that we had been craving for, and stewed a pot of beans and greens with pork belly. After a few mouthfuls of bean leaf vegetables, it tasted fresh from the head to the soles of the feet. Among all the dishes I have eaten in my life, the freshest ones are Niangsheng’s bean leaf vegetables. There is a joke in the village when it comes to the distribution of eggs per head. Grandma Hua Xian's family didn't know how to count. She counted things by pressing "pair". She was counting the boiled eggs one by one. Her second son stole one. She counted it and it was odd. When someone stole it, a search began to find out who stole it. When the grandma turned around, the second son stole another one. The grandma counted an even number again and said: "One pair, one pair, another pair, that's right, no one stole it." ? He was reluctant to eat the eggs he was given. Put it in your pocket and touch it with your hands from time to time. When my friends made an appointment to go to Nanhe to pull and stab people, everyone had two eggs in their pockets. I still remember this scene particularly well. Some partners will take out eggs and play "egg-bumping". If whose egg is broken, it belongs to the other person. That kind of flamboyant girl even took out eggs and compared whose eggs were redder and whose eggs were bigger. Because the eggs were redder and bigger, she felt that she was in a higher class than others. On the way to Nanhe, we passed by Nanba, which was full of boys flying kites. They are all kites made by themselves, with bangs, butterflies, Wang characters, and Bagua. Many kites are not strong enough to be carried and will be blown to pieces when the wind comes. The second brother's gossip flew over the wheat fields in a mighty manner and did not fall for a long time. I knew that he had something to show off again. The wheat seedlings became oily overnight and turned into blankets when the wind came. I really wanted to lie down and take a nap. The old man also said that if he wrote his illness on the kite, when the kite flew into the air and cut the string, the illness would be eliminated. The weeds on the roadside seemed to know that it was a festival. They didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy, and they all stretched their heads to look at the children walking on the road. Mother-in-law Ding's egg-yolk flowers were in full bloom, and the bitter herbs that had not bloomed looked at them unwillingly. The girl who was living her life also carried a straw basket and pulled shepherd's purse. The shepherd's purse grew tall moss and bloomed with white millet flowers. Squeezed among the shepherd's purse are wild beans that are half an arm long, and wild eggplants with purple flowers. The greedy girl has already been pulling and pricking people in the grass. "Pricking" is the flower of thatch. When it is young, it is like a small pillar, thick at the bottom and pointed at the top. The soft green skin is wrapped in soft velvet. When you stuff it into your mouth, it will give you a sweet feeling. The sharp-eyed girl pulled out so many thorns that her pockets were full and she almost dropped the eggs on the ground. ?Prickling? Old, white catkins fluttering, very beautiful. Older girls would stand under the tree growing sweet willow fruits, pull off the willow leaves, blanch them at home, smash garlic and drip with balsamic vinegar to make a good dish. The boys are not so quiet. Some are on the river beach, some are floating on the river, and some are fighting with the boy on the other side of the river by throwing stones across the river. Chunlan Zhihua and I like to prick people at the bottom of the dam. The ones here are fat and tender, mainly because they are plentiful. After a while, the three of us had our pockets full. I suggested going to the street to see Baosen’s Da Youqian, and Chunlan said she would go to Jiziling (now Fengjiazhuang) to see Zhuan Youqian.

When I walked to the street, I saw the Baosen family's big Youqian hanging in the middle of the East and West streets, and there were many adult women beating it. As the old saying goes: Take a long time and you will never be lazy. It means that there will be no plague in autumn. Because of this sentence? Or the women finally found a chance to be released. They beat Youqian, but they were crazy. Qingming is another day for women to visit relatives, especially married women, who go home to see their mothers on this day. Qingsen's cousin was the aunt who came to Baosen's house to play with her during the Qingming Festival. She was chosen by a young man from our village and married into our village. Speaking of going home to see my mother during the Qingming Festival, I remembered one thing. One year, I didn't go home during Qingming Festival for some unknown reason. My younger sister and second sister were busy grafting watermelons and didn't go back either. My mother sat on the big bluestone in front of her house, looking at the street corner, hoping that one of her daughters would suddenly appear. A few days later, I went home and heard from my neighbor’s aunt. I said to myself, no matter what the reason is, I will go home to see my mother every Qingming Festival. I was still watching Baosen's Dayouqian, and Chunlan shouted to go to Jiziling to see Zhuanyouqian. Jiziling is only two miles away from my village. I only saw people on the roads and alleys rushing to Jiziling to see Youqian. It takes one thousand three years to hang around. When we arrived, there were already three floors inside and three floors outside. Many of them came from a long way, and most of them came with whole families, and they even brought lunch. The Zhuanyouqian is hung on the street of Jiziling. There are wooden pillars on the ground, beams on them, and four Youqian boards on all sides. Songpo branches, small red flags and big bells are hung on the crossbeams. Zhuanyouqian's board looks like a cow shuttle head. I have not verified whether it is a cow shuttle head. A woman in new clothes sat on her knees on the board. There is a wooden fence around the bottom of the pillar, and there is a strong young man pushing the pillar inside. Each woman who spins around has to give the boy two eggs. If she gives two dark red beaten eggs, the boy will be interested and push him away like flying. If the girl who is flirting with you is beautiful and the boy is alone, the young man who wants to marry you will push him away. If he meets a girl with a arrogant attitude, the young man will play tricks, push her away unevenly, and even screen Liang Ping. The spectators will exclaim: "Push her away, it's scary." ?The arrogant girl has her own arrogant capital, and she is full of energy and self-satisfaction. When the girl came down, her face was calm, but the guy pushing her was blushing. There are also brave young men who climb up the pole, do the trick of "boys worshiping Guanyin", get the red flag on the beam, spin around for thousands of times, and enter a crazy climax. In the afternoon, Xinghe would also set up a stage and sing Mao opera. We put eggs in our three bags and walked away. The euphemistic and resentful voice is easy to understand and makes us feel heartbroken and burst into tears. At night, the two eggs were still intact, and I was reluctant to eat them. Take out a sewing needle, pierce a small hole, and put it in the pickle jar. When it gets salty tomorrow, eat it with dry food. Two eggs. The aroma of eggs has not gone far, my parents are gone, and I rarely go back to my old house. Writing this can be regarded as a memorial to my parents.