A sober article

Essays at the wake 1 You welcome me when I come, and I'll see you off when you leave.

Our life is limited, but our memory is long. People in the world are very small, so small that life and death can't stand the slightest storm. People in the world are also great, so great that their spirit can influence Qian Qian.

In my impression, you will always be a smiling face. At that time, I kept thinking. Later, I didn't ask, but I understood that there is a kind of indifference called a smile.

When I was a child, I was glad that you disciplined me for a short time, but I was impressed. You planted a plum that year. You said it can't bloom here in winter, and I like it, even though I really haven't seen the day when plum blossoms bloom once. Although I have been looking forward to it, maybe people always like to lose and can't get it. Now, I have grown up. It's a pity that I heard you say that the plum blossoms are gone. Unfortunately, I can't see it. It's a pity, because it's very cold this winter.

After I went to middle school, I seldom saw you. I didn't forget, but I didn't know how to express my gratitude. In the past years, many times, at banquets and banquets, you always patted me on the shoulder and asked me if I remembered you. Every time I respond to you, I just smile and don't talk. Being stiff and silent has become a habit, but you have been telling my parents that this child is very sensible, very good, very good. I don't know what to say or what you think. Now, in the future, I begin to miss someone who patted me on the shoulder to remind me, but how can I forget!

Just a while ago, I was wondering why life is short and people have to run for it. At that time, Baidu got all kinds of answers, but today, you enlightened me. Life is limited and infinite. A person can't live for thousands of years, but a person can influence generation after generation. This is because of spirit, memory. It is also the reason why race can flourish. When I think about it, I always feel guilty. Why? I still can't figure it out.

On the way of growing up, you influenced me and taught me to grow up. I know, in fact, you are still there, still there, just different sky, earth and ocean. I wish you a different world, and I wish you a smile as always.

The dead are like this, and the living are dead.

Outside the window, the wind is cool and the sun is no longer warm. In winter, this neglected season, some words are sparse in the morning light. Stroking my hair, I hid behind time, counting the passing moments, and that unforgettable face. Spread out the yellowed paper and walk gently along the rhyme of the story. Time has not gone far, the heart is still there, love is short, but infatuation is long, so long that we often have to hand over our souls.

A breeze blew away the moss of a season, leaving a broken shadow swaying gently, and my thoughts became clearer and clearer in the eyebrows at the end of winter. Pen, the color of dust is a bit messy, scattered chapters, and the story is mottled. Be a beautiful spring scene like bodhi, watching flowers bloom one after another. The shocking beauty is attachment, walking through the fireworks alley with an umbrella and burying seeds in love stories. A wisp of graceful thoughts, strung together plain graceful poems, put my name in your heart, waiting for you to wake up.

The days come as scheduled, but such thoughts often sting in dreams, and I can't extricate myself in a chaotic world, and I have been living in the deepest part of my soul. You came into my life and walked around my pen. All my moods are the scenery of fireworks in March, a piece of idle clouds, a green tree, blooming with feelings, warm and poetic.

One person is lonely, two people are warm, and red beans sprout quietly under the ancient locust tree. At the end of the sea of clouds, I draw water for you to paint makeup. Spring is brocade, and summer flowers are embellishment. Please borrow the autumn wind to pull, even if it is not before the flowers and under the moon, the words will burn into shallow happiness and deep love. Since then, the soul is no longer free, and in the splendor of a flower, it has endless aftertaste.

Smiling at the years, a ray of sunshine swept over my heart, warming the cold winter. Light and shadow overlap, and the most beautiful wishes are deposited in the mountains and rivers in the misty rain and setting sun, and stay poetically. This is a beautiful peach blossom garden, with green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers. Looking at the picturesque haze, soft wind, green grass, the warm trace of your heart wave, is a unique arrangement of heaven, and I am lucky that similar souls collide together.

It is said that half a month is the most beautiful, because there is something to think about, and it feels half hidden and half present, and there is nothing to speculate. Just like the fairy-tale love between San Mao and Jose, we chose Jose, that is, we chose happiness at our fingertips. There are no perfect people in the world, and strange girls are also looking for people who keep their souls in the fireworks. This is San Mao's happiest time as a woman. In her heart, her love with Jose was purified and sublimated in the Sahara desert.

In the time at hand, flowers bloom sometimes, and fate is life. Isn't life so beautiful because of love? The world with long years and dreams is the agarwood of spiritual harbor. Everyone, there is always a story that you will never forget. Rhythmic love echoes in your body like warm and humid air. The original' passion' began to swell, and the drunken posture bloomed beautifully on the stems of the years!

Oh, even the air smells fresh, mellow and sweet. After a long time, delicious food is brewed, and it is joyful because of knowing each other and tacit understanding because of similarity. Give each other a hug when you are sad; When you are lonely, give each other a smile; The actions of two hearts precipitate every ray of warmth.

Chasing the wind on the moon, a mountain river is full of one person, and I am not tired of reading you a thousand times through the wooden window of time. It is the misty mountain rhyme in the fog, the quiet beauty under the moon and flowers, and the coolness of the rain hitting the banana, which is too clear to be described with a brush. A breath passes through, frowning brows, and a trace of vicissitudes is reflected in deep eyes. I've never been quiet inside, and I'm instantly attracted. I accidentally touched my chest. There was a pool of clear water and sunny, and my heart suddenly fell to the ground.

Walking on the mountain path, I seem to hear the long flute rhyme coming from the clouds, and the notes are euphemistic. Gorgeous tunes seem to tell that the soul has a place to rest, watch the sunset turn red, watch the clouds roll and relax, and listen to the fishing boat serenade. Even if it is very sad, there are people who can feel sorry for it. At the moment when hearts meet, it is beautiful for souls to meet and hold hands.

It is said that all encounters are reunions after a long separation. Even though we are all passers-by in the world of mortals, Shao Guang, who is lonely and speechless, always sighs, but forgets the Sichuan side. Wine and beauty are not intoxicating, but people are drunk. This is the fragrance of flowers from the spring breeze. When the wind came, it was longer than when I met her, but longer than when we were apart. Several thoughts that moistened my heart were covered with indigo naturalis on the distant mountain, and gentle souls gave gifts to each other. Even if the yard is overgrown with weeds and the souls collide, you can enjoy it silently.

Looking in a half-life relationship, the other person has love, and it takes a long time to know. The heart is like a flower, and the persistent heart guards a door. Reasons are born from the heart, and love is made from the heart. I admire those who pay for their lives, not earth-shattering, but also unforgettable; Although there is no pledge of eternal love, it can last forever. This is something that yearns for the curtain in the bones, emitting a distant peace and a quiet garden of the soul. Because of you, it can be properly placed.

At a certain moment, when you are not around, I can think of you by the bamboo fence, stick to a persistent love, give my heart to the quiet night and drink with the meteor. In this way, not far away, the faint soul can be intertwined with you, wandering freely in the wind, not burning each other. Life is beautiful because of understanding and love, and the holy land of the soul meets just right.

The book is quiet and safe, and the background color is pink green. After holding hands for hours, the smile is no longer far-fetched. A peach tree, an obsession, has an intersection, and the agarwood in the years suddenly warms my heart. When the petals fall on an ordinary piece of paper, dotted with shallow word marks, it is beautiful no matter how you look at it!

It turns out that having a soul in your heart is a good warm and secretly happy word. Because of you, my soul is no longer lonely, and the four seasons are blooming in spring. A drop of dew, with a touch of autumn sunshine, embroidered a consistent, with you, a character with a little love, in accordance with nature, shallow, with you, in thin lines, burning a similar soul.

I believe in reincarnation. Before the next reincarnation, I will write my love to the fullest. I will watch the sea, enjoy flowers, enjoy the moon, walk the overpass, cross the road and taste fragrant tea with my loved ones. Then, I will light a candle and let your figure accompany me forever. In the quiet and beautiful years, stick to your heart with one heart, so as not to waste this life and owe it to the afterlife. With you, * * * will keep the soul forever.

About the author: Ai, a native of Chongqing, is a member of China Prose Writers Association.

The prose of the wake 3 20xx 65438+ 10 month 12 lunar calendar10/Monday, 22nd month 13-4 degree moderate pollution.

When the door of the funeral parlour's cold storage was closed, there was a loud metal crash, which passed far away through the funeral parlour where the lights had dimmed and the off-duty staff were almost empty. I have to really believe it again. The old Wang Man who gave me life, accompanied me, nurtured me and taught me for more than 60 years finally left us.

My father won't go out to ride that permanent 28 bike in the morning and come back at night, as I did when I was a child. I don't go on a business trip with a briefcase like when I was young, and I will come back in a few days; Unlike people who have nothing to say to me when they reach middle age, I like my grandson; Today is different from before. Although he is weak and has to call the hospital his home, Father Wang is still the spiritual pillar of our family. However, when we stood in front of the iron gate of the cold storage and saw the door closed, I had to believe in the cruelty of God: my father would never come home again.

A minibus has only four seats: me, my brother, my wife and my sister-in-law. Master Wang's two tall and fat grandchildren had to cooperate with each other and try to squeeze themselves into the narrow space behind the van. It suddenly occurred to me that in this van, except the driver Lao Fang and two daughters-in-law, the remaining four big men are the legacy of old Wang Man, the incense brought by his father from Yixian County, Hebei Province, and the crystallization of his father's efforts and struggles, so in a sense, old Wang Man can breathe a sigh of relief and smile for nine days.

When I returned to the city from the funeral home, it was already brightly lit. The mighty traffic jams every intersection in Dongshan Development Zone, and the lights are very bright in the dark, forming a long light chain. Master Wang, like the driving force of the optical chain, brought the light source from Shi Cun, Zijingguan Market in Yixian County, Hebei Province, to Yichang, Hubei Province, and from Juma River and under the pagoda tree to the mouth of the Yangtze River and Xiling Gorge. Only in this way can we have our home, our world and a room full of children and grandchildren, but why did dad leave in such a hurry this time? Can't it wait? Less than a month later, he can drink respectful tea; In less than a year's time, our Wangs may live under one roof for four generations. Unfortunately, with the death of Wang's father, it will never happen again.

Go back to the 100-meter tower where you live now and cook with rice habitually; My son is habitually lying in bed playing computer, and my wife is habitually busy in the kitchen. Only when she turned on the computer and changed her personal signature to "Great Sorrow, Bon voyage to Master Wang" did she realize that all the actions of the whole family were mechanized, and she hardly had to think or dare to think: I couldn't imagine how much impact the sudden death of my father would have on our two brothers, and what impact the reflective departure of a supreme father would have on future generations.

According to folk custom, a person will go home to visit within three days after his death, so his children must wait in the mourning hall until his soul returns and sees him for the last time. In this way, relatives and friends should accompany you every night until the body is buried in the coffin. Up to now, the wake has become a gathering for relatives to mourn the dead and express their feelings of remembrance, and it is also a kind of nostalgia for the deceased relatives by the living. That is, the Shinto master said, "Today, one wakes up and the other keeps the body, just in case something happens. Both of them are filial and considerate, and do their best; Three relatives and friends expressed their condolences and thanks; Four people sacrificed food and provided dinner for their dead relatives; Clean up the mourning hall and put on new flowers and fruits; The six are concerned about the death of their loved ones and whether they will be resurrected. "

Master Wang's home is in the compound of the municipal government. Usually, "no one else can enter", so there will be no accidents. Of course, I hope the old people can wake up even in the early hours of the morning, wash their faces with cold water, put on a pair of sports shoes and start running in the government compound, just like they did after retirement. However, my father's death certificate was issued by the emergency department of a hospital. At that time, we all knew that as long as the ventilator was unplugged, Master Wang lying in the ICU intensive care unit would never live again. Moreover, I not only witnessed my father's last moment, but also saw how his father became silent. I also saw people in the White House dress their father in a shroud. Therefore, the wake is just a little memory of my father Wang.

The idea of giving my father Wang Shouling was actually decided when my mother died. My brother and my sister-in-law arranged my mother's funeral, and I also hoped to "keep it simple" under the instructions of the old man, so I didn't set up a mourning hall at home or arrange a wake for my family. On the third night, two daughters-in-law and two female chaperones stayed at home for one night, and the funeral seemed deserted and silent. Although it is explained by "keeping the funeral simple", it is still criticized by many parties, so

In the evening, my wife and I walked into the gate of the municipal government again, crossed the familiar compound and took to the secretary building of old Wang Man. As soon as I opened the door, he seemed to be sitting at the desk in the bedroom reading a newspaper, wearing a blue coat and a pair of yellow pants. When I heard the iron gate ringing, I turned around and said nothing, and went on doing his own thing at my desk. My mother is always the opposite. Whenever she hears the iron gate ring, she will come and have a look. She will not only talk to me about her parents' shortcomings, but also do housework with her eldest daughter-in-law. Who would believe that she was once the leader of the largest women's organization in this city?

No one has lived in this house since my mother died. Even if I come here from time to time to water Master Wang's flowers and plants, I have never taken care of them, and there is a lot of dust. We have to do a lot of cleaning work, and the phone calls are one after another. My good friend Dongming noticed the sudden update of my personality signature and knew that the situation had changed. He called everywhere to ask about the situation. When I received his phone call, it was another slap in the face: "Do you want to be the same as last time and not take our beloved relatives and friends seriously?" One is untenable, the other is inarticulate. In the face of criticism, I can only be speechless.

Shu Ren, who had just returned from Yunnan, only asked, "Do you want me to come over now?" After a while, I waited for them at the gate of the city government. Although it was a long time, we sat together and went straight to the point without saying a few words. We had a long and detailed discussion on the scale and form of funeral service and the influence of this sudden change on our son's wedding date. He was particularly dissatisfied with the handling of the funeral of our two brothers after the death of their last mother. I have a glib tongue, and I am no match at all. If people are right, I have to do it. Finally, the knowledge is: my eldest son is responsible for the funeral of his father Wang this time; There is a mourning hall at home, and he will buy a Huang Ju flower basket in the mourning hall; It is suggested that Master Wang's farewell ceremony be presided over by the Municipal People's Congress. Of course, it is a matter of face.

They didn't leave until after twelve. It was already deep when they saw the couple walk out of the gate. Today, our bodies are still running around, but dad's soul has been rippling in the night sky.

Today is the first day of New Year's Day, and it is not suitable for joint events.