Chapter 19: Qingming Festival in those years

How long has it been since I returned home? Tomorrow is Qingming Festival, which reminds me of the scene of worshiping my ancestors when I was a child.

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls.

On the Qingming Festival many years ago, it rained in the morning, the valley was hazy, and the sun came out in the afternoon, and the air was stuffy.

Grandpa took me and my uncle to worship my grandfather. The cemetery was on the hillside of a certain Jigong Temple.

The worship items include cooked food, live roosters, white wine, firecrackers, incense, candles and mud coins. On the way, you will hear the sound of firecrackers all over the mountains.

Looking up, the thick smoke in the mountains was flying with the wind. I hated the expectation at that time. Grandpa told me to be sincere when worshiping grandpa, so that he would bless you to get into college.

I didn't understand. When I arrived at the cemetery, my grandfather and uncle used sickles to clean up the weeds next to the cemetery, and I watched from the side.

The tomb is covered with flowers and bamboos, and the arms of the water and sand trees on both sides are seven or eight meters thick and dark.

I was a little scared. After all, I was only nine years old at that time, so I followed my grandfather. My grandfather told me not to be afraid, and my grandfather would bless me.

Kill the chicken to get blood. Grandpa took it and circled around the grave. I lit incense and candles to kneel on the grave to burn money, and my uncle set off firecrackers aside.

After burning the underworld coins, I stood up and bowed three times, muttering something in my mouth. I forgot what I said at that time, probably just begging the old man to bless me.

What about now? Worship is mourning, tradition, and a kind of filial piety.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the cycle of reincarnation in heaven and earth. No one can be spared. Death is like a lamp extinguishing. Without blessing, one is more about missing the deceased relatives.

To be honest, if there was no Qingming Festival, I probably wouldn't have thought of my deceased relatives.

Today is very dull, I went to work, ate, played games, took a shower and went to bed after get off work.

Life has smoothed my edges and corners. I want to take risks and experience different lives, but I have no action.

The novel I am writing now is more about writing for myself, because it is difficult to write for others to read. The story must be read well and others will collect and subscribe.

I had already conceived a new novel in my mind, but I had no action and didn't even write the outline.

Have I been defeated by life and surrendered to it?

2018.4.5, at 0:42 am.

(End of this chapter)
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