Tomb-Sweeping Day's Grave-sweeping Prose

Lead: Grave-sweeping is a memory and blessing for the dead relatives. April 4th is a day to commemorate the dead relatives. At this time, you should hold flowers and bring sacrifices to send sincere blessings and deep nostalgia to your dead relatives. The following are excerpts from Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping prose. Welcome to read!

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I haven't been back to my hometown in Tomb-Sweeping Day for many years because of my official duties.

I finally took a public holiday for the first time, and my main task was to go back to my hometown to visit my ancestors.

Saturday, April 7, 27. Depart at 8 am, the weather is fine, sunny all the way. Lao Fang, a friend of Kunming, drove with him, nearly 3 kilometers away, and walked in two sections. In Jinping, I spent some time eating Chinese food at my wife's big sister's house. Due to the increase of personnel in Jinping, his wife's two sisters, brother-in-law and children went with him, so his wife had to call the car of Jinping immigration supervisor again, so nine people from two cars rushed to Dunzhai. On the way, according to the distance, I visited the graves of my mother-in-law and father-in-law. Then, at the intersection of Mianhuachong in Longchi, my friend Lao Fang and I hurried to our hometown Bangzhai, and my wife first accompanied her second brother-in-law and second sister to visit Liu Jiazu's grave in Bell Slope. When we arrived at our hometown Bangzhai, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon.

In order to take care of the children's class time on Monday, the clan elders in their hometown began to sweep graves in the morning, and when we arrived soon, we had finished the whole grave-sweeping ritual activities and returned home.

In this way, we'll have to postpone the grave sweeping until the next day to make up for it, and then sweep the graves of several ancestors within three generations again to show our filial piety.

there were three tables for dinner that evening. The elders have two aunts, four uncles and four aunts, and the peers have my eldest brother, sister-in-law, three brothers, two sons and daughters-in-law of my uncle, three sons and daughters-in-law of my uncle, two brothers, Kehuakekun, who came down from Grandfather * *, and their corresponding nephews and grandchildren, plus my husband and wife and my friend Laos, at least 4 people. In the past twenty years, my second uncle, my third uncle, and my mother and father have passed away one after another, and my chances of returning to my hometown have gradually decreased. Therefore, many nephews and grandchildren, who basically don't know each other, can only judge who they are from by their looks.

My father is an only child and has two sisters. A few uncles, in fact, are only * * * squire, and my father is only a cousin, but my generation has not exceeded five generations, and it is also a close relative.

Part II:

The next day, Sunday, April 8th. It's still fine weather. In the morning, my wife, Lao Fang, accompanied by my niece, Xiao Yi, and four of us, first of all, were buried in the mother's tomb of Huanggou Cuowo Zu in 1974.

I crouched in the yellow dog's nest, the elders who were sleeping, my great-grandmother and great-grandfather, and some other elders of my clan.

although the distance is only 2 Li, it is a path. Out of the village, over the dam, then into the tea mountain. The mountain of my hometown is hilly, mainly planting camellia oleifera. In this Camellia Camellia Mountain, except for the main rush and some small paths in Mao Mao, the rest have to walk by drilling the mountain. In the Camellia oleifera forest, the trees in the mountain are tall, while those on the hillside are relatively short, so you have to bend down below them to drill. At this time, the flower pedicel of Camellia oleifera faded away, new leaves began to grow, tea bubbles appeared, and tea petals were green. Under the bright sun, the branches of Camellia oleifera are green and green. Mother's grave is quietly settled in this camellia forest on the Dangyang slope.

My mother, named Long, was born in Chengzhai, Li. She was born in the eighth year of the Republic of China (A.D. 1919) and died on February 7, 1975 in the Gregorian calendar, only 35 days away from her grandmother's death, when she was under 55 years old.

It was December 27th of the lunar calendar on the day when Mother lost her temper. At the right moment, it was dark.

At this time, every family in the small cottage has been immersed in the strong atmosphere of the New Year, but only my family has to bear the unfortunate grief of losing my mother.

At that time, I had not graduated from high school, and my sadness was hard to move. Nai wrote a 114-line ancient poem in a rough style and tears, and copied it on the wall of the study with a brush, which was later included in the collection of poems "Poems for Ancestors and Mothers". What is it? Years old in Jiayin in November, the north wind is blowing when I am twenty years old. My grandmother came home without a disease, and I wandered around once in eighty. Just 35 days later, the mother left her children. On the 27 th of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year is busy, and others celebrate China. When I am alone in front of the hall, I am a big event, caressing the coffin and crying my throat. There are five mothers in fifty who are not old, and the mother can still drink three cups of wine. The world celebrates the New Year in Dai Xiao, and everyone is happy and I am alone. The sun couldn't stay, and bucket handle moved west and water flowed east. A paper flying butterfly becomes an old friend, and the high hall is full of trees and soil. How can an inch of grass be rewarded? Only a sad sentence is still vivid in retrospect, with a dull pain in my chest and tears streaming down my face.

It's been 33 years since I left my mother. I'll start with one? To learn? The young man, suddenly became a? Know destiny? Middle-aged Old Master Q. Compared with the age when my mother died, she was only 4 years younger. Fifty years ago in the spring, my mother, who was 37 years old, gave birth to me. Then, after suffering from poor material life and abnormal spiritual life in those extraordinary years in the late 195s, early 196s and mid-197s, she has successfully given birth to five children, and her health is obviously worse than before. A frail and sickly mother often works with her palms pressed against her abdomen in the fields, on spinning wheels and looms, and by the kitchen stove? In that era of extremely underdeveloped economy and lack of medical care and medicine, the only common way to treat mother's illness was scraping. By the time he was taken to the hospital, he was terminally ill and there was nothing he could do.

in the last days when I took my mother home from the county hospital, I didn't even think that my mother turned her blood into nutritious milk and selfless feelings, and raised us day by day, but we, children, couldn't use our own blood to turn it into a good medicine to save her life?

I don't know, in this long 3-odd years, the mother who doesn't have to work, worry and care for our children any more, will her old man's health get a little better now? Ah! 33 years, compared with the long river of time, is just a stretch between heaven and earth, but for our mother and son, it is life and death, and the vast world is two days! If God can let me live another 3 years, I will definitely cherish this maternal love. The first thing I want to do is to ensure that my mother has a healthy body and a happy old age. Mother, I blame God! Why do we have to wait until we, children, have become parents before we can understand this simple and obvious truth?

mother, my own mother! 33 years ago, when you drove the crane to the west, you cried for your son. Pity my mother, pity my mother, my mother lived to ninety years, why is my mother too short-lived? My mother is bitter, my mother is bitter, her clothes are patched and her quilt is not new, and her bed is covered with sacks. My mother was poor, and she saved money at the end of her life, and her pockets were wrinkled. Who says my mother is poor in the world, and my son says my mother is the richest! Farming, reading, family heirloom, and scholarly excellence in one subject. Whoo! I'm especially anxious before I get old, and I want my parents to go back to my old house. Last year's children and grandchildren went to their hometown in the province, and their ancestors touched their faces and touched their heads. It's not too much to look left and right, but grandma looks at it and then looks at it. At present, you knock on the door and smell the dog barking, but you don't listen to your parents. There is no personal shadow over the couch, and there is no mother waiting in front of the door. It's a dark day, and when it's not good, it's a Buddha.

But now? Mother! Tomorrow, it's February 22nd in the ancient calendar. It's the day you gave birth to me, my birthday. At that time, you were an infant, and now I am a frosty person with mottled temples. ? When will you stop thinking and hate? People are vaguely different from each other, so why ask for anything more than home? I miss my relatives every night, but I don't see a skeleton every day. Thinking of my mother looking at the rural platform from afar adds seven points of comfort and sorrow! Nanke had a good dream several times, and his parents were filial to him. When I wake up from a dream, I feel sad, but I will make a sacrifice as a song. ?

Chapter III:

The second stop of the sacrifice is the cross slope that turns to the west on the way back. Hengpo, as the name implies, is a hillside parallel to the village, facing the stockade from north to south, only a stone's throw away. This is my mother's paradise. In addition, my third uncle's grandmother and my second uncle's daughter-in-law are buried.

The tomb of the old lady in Hengpo was not included in my plan for this sacrifice. The reason is that considering the tight time, I'm afraid I'm too busy for a day. When I left the gate, it was my eldest brother who made a special explanation:? I'm going to Hengpo to give my mother a kiss! ?

Lao Niang, a member of the Uzhai family in Li, whose surname is Mao Lan, died shortly after she married my father and had no children. Later, my father married Long, my biological mother. So, relative to my birth mother? Mother? For example, there is again? Mom? Concerned about.

My mother has given birth to eight children. But only five survived, one woman and four men. Elder sister is the boss, and I am the son. My third brother, Kebai, was 22 years old. In 197, he was swallowed up by a devastating flood.

My mother, in her young life, although she didn't leave a man and a woman, her status is particularly high in our family, and her dead are highly respected. Because, according to the superstition of the old people, they have counted their lives and seen them? Sweet? , said we brothers and sisters, are in the grave of the old niang to? Send? I came to Yangshi. Therefore, my soul in heaven is especially a houseful of girls who love the world. Especially my eldest brother, even if he is disobedient or does something wrong, even his mother can't complain and blame, let alone get angry and beat and scold. Otherwise, big brother will have a headache and get hot. See? Sweet? It is said that it is also the reason why my mother is partial to the underworld and loves her children. At this time, my mother will say something in her mouth:? The elders say that if a dead person speaks well, your mother must not talk about her daughters in the underworld. ? Afterwards, I really thought about it. For this reason, every holiday, our family will never forget to offer sacrifices? Mom? . Especially during the tomb sweeping season, it is a statute to pay homage to the grave of Hengpo Laoniang.

according to the routine, we offer food such as wine, fruit and so on to my mother's grave, put paper money on the grave and the top of the grave, burn it at the end of the grave, and then burn incense, light candles, kowtow, make sacrifices and set off firecrackers.

At this time, I knelt down before my mother's grave. This is an old son who has never met before, a memorial service and filial piety to a young and elderly mother! I guess when I died that year, I must have been very young and beautiful, maybe I was only seventeen or eighteen or twenty years old. Now, this son in front of the young mother will be 5 years old tomorrow!

yo, my mother! If your young life can really be reincarnated, wouldn't it be my age by now?

however, when I walked along the long river of time, I crossed an eight-volume book, Ouyang's Genealogy, which was revised and supplemented in 198s, and was more than one foot thick, but I only found it? Euclid, bury the cross slope? A few words, it is very vague. This is the same as the genealogy of any surname of the Chinese nation. The huge roots of all families are all based on the gestation, life and death, continuation of male life, and even fame and fortune, while the rare land has lost the poetic brilliance of women's life and flowing traces!

yo! My young Auntie Ou, therefore, I especially hope that one day, one day, she will suddenly float away from the familiar pile of yellow imitation Song lyrics and gently knock on my door. Then, sit down slowly and have a heart-to-heart talk with me, so as to solve those stubborn knots that have been entangled in her heart for a long time, live again, and grasp the lost life track.

The warm spring sun has gradually risen to the top of the head, and it is very hot. Take off your cotton-padded clothes and feel relaxed.

next, is it for me? Neighbors? My third aunt and my second uncle's daughter-in-law, Lotus, visited the grave to pray for her door? Neighbors? The relationship between two generations of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is always harmonious and friendly in another world.

So, the whole morning's sweeping activity is over.

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