Talk about crying spirit

When you are born as a human being, you will inevitably experience birth, old age, illness, and final death.

Every person’s death will cause condolences from relatives, friends and classmates around him. Especially during the days when we are doing mundane things, our closest relatives will keep vigil and cry.

In the past, and now as well, I couldn’t bear to see others doing things in vain, and I couldn’t bear to see others crying. Whenever I see a place in a street or alley where people are busy doing idle things and crying, I will walk far away.

However, when one’s relatives pass away, those who should participate must actively participate regardless of their closeness of contact.

If you are not a close relative, you can just go and pay homage. If it is a close relative, the mourning mourner must accompany the loved one from the day he or she dies until he is laid to rest.

The earliest experience was the death of my grandmother. I was in high school at that time, maybe because I was young and inexperienced in the world; maybe it was because I wasn’t very close to my grandma: she liked boys, but our family was full of girls and we didn’t welcome them. Therefore, I did not feel particularly sad about my grandma's death. On the last day when I saw my grandma off, all my relatives gathered around the coffin and wept and shed tears. But I didn’t shed a single tear at that time. Of course, I must have been reluctant and sad about my grandma’s passing.

This is my first time crying.

As I grew up, my initial complaints about what my grandma did were slowly becoming more understanding. The concept of favoring boys over girls is not her fault, it is a poison left over from feudal society. At that time, it was a remote rural area, and there were many elderly people who held this concept. There were not only grandparents, but also parents. Therefore, I have long since let go of what my grandma did. On the contrary, I often miss her kindness to my father.

The second time I cried was when my mother-in-law died of illness. My mother-in-law is not my mother, but she was really kind to me when she was alive. Since I married into my husband's family, their family has never treated me as an "outsider". Especially during the confinement period, I will always remember the kindness my mother-in-law did to me.

Therefore, I was very sad and heartbroken when my mother-in-law passed away. I also felt guilty for not being able to show too much filial piety during the days when my mother-in-law was ill.

In the last few days of my mother-in-law’s wake, I didn’t cry loudly, but my mother-in-law’s daily behavior was engraved in my heart. As long as I have the opportunity, I will redouble my filial piety to my father-in-law. Moreover, I will never forget my mother-in-law for the rest of my life.

The third time I had to do something for my uncle (my father’s brother) who had just passed away. My uncle is not very old. People say he is seventy years old, but he did not live to be seventy years old. The current living standards and medical conditions are not the same as before. However, no matter how good the conditions were, he could not be saved. The main reason was that he did not seek medical treatment in time for his illness. He felt unwell last fall and delayed going to the doctor. When I can no longer hold on any longer, I want to check for treatment again. The disease is already terminal and there is no way for anyone to make a comeback.

First of all, I felt sad about the death of my biological uncle. After all, he left a little prematurely. Secondly, I once again feel that life is impermanent. To be honest, no one knows how long they can live or how they will die.

Therefore, in the limited time, let your life shine more, do more things you like, and do more things that are beneficial to others. Even if I leave, my visit here will not be in vain, nor will it make people feel disgusted or hateful when they think about it.

I went to pay homage to my uncle in front of his soul, wishing him a happy journey and wishing him no pain in heaven. But I didn't cry like other sisters. Respecting deceased relatives and reverence for life are fundamental.

Looking back on every detail of my brother-in-law and my father’s life, although they are from the same mother and father, they have been more like sworn “enemies” throughout their lives. No matter how hard one slaps, there is right and wrong.

Fortunately, our generation gets along pretty well.

Crying spirits all look the same on the surface, but in fact they are very different on the inside. Some are 'real crying' and some are 'fake crying'; those who are closely related by blood may not necessarily have true feelings, and those who are not related by blood may also have true feelings. Become close relatives.

As long as the true feelings are there, the crying spirit does not have to stick to formalities.

“Relatives may still be sad, but others have also sung.

What's the way to die? It's the same mountain as your body. "If people could be like Tao Yuanming and regard returning as a mountain to support their body, it would be trivial. Then they would not be resentful of other people's "Yi Jie Song".

Life is not easy, It's not easy to live, and it's even harder to go back. I hope people have more respect for life and cherish it more. As for those who wake up and cry, it really doesn't make much sense.