The years of mottled past, I put flowers for embroidery, from spring to winter, through the entire four seasons and day, now, it is also April blur, walking on the land of my hometown, every step is the former glory to return to the hometown.

Holding a black umbrella and depicting a landscape corridor, he sketched it with his heart, but he could not copy the old appearance, and what remained vaguely unchanged was perhaps only this dripping spring rain.

He was thinking, don't ask me, where is the pedestrian who wants to break his soul, and don't look for the shepherd boy who refers to Xinghua Village from afar, since he was a child, he should also go.

In the vast river of time, it is not only about growth, but also about time, just as this clear wind and rain cannot erode the annual rings, but it erodes the years.

So, everyone who is alive is safe.

By the small river in front of my hometown, there is still green grass, and the green yellow fruit tree, which stands luxuriantly on the riverbank, its huge branches and dense leaves, covering half of the riverbank.

He carried the paper and firecrackers that he had prepared, as well as some paper money, and walked on the way to visit his mother.

On the other side of the river was still a row of willow trees, remembering that the willow tree was a plant that his mother loved.

So he couldn't help but pick a fresh willow branch, tie a string of floating grave paper, and slowly came to his mother's grave, I don't know when, his mother's grave planted a willow tree, the small body itself grew tender green, thin leaves, as if it had not been planted for a long time, but seemed to have come to life.

He looked at the small willow tree, and thought to himself, maybe his father had planted it, and someone had already come to sweep the grave in front of the grave, and there were some unburned paper money left.

He looked at some firecracker confetti in front of the grave, as well as a pile of dirt on the grave, and suddenly sighed.

In fact, life brought nothing when we landed, but it made the people around us laugh, but when we left quietly, we didn't take anything away, but the people around us were secretly sad, and also took away the hearts of everyone around us.

One year, the Qingming Festival is here again, and he didn't have such a thorough understanding of the Qingming Festival before, but this time, he understood it all thoroughly.

Today's sky is a little dark, dark like a melancholy face, gray appearance, and the feeling that it will rain at any time.

Just as he was going to the grave very seriously, he suddenly felt a coldness somewhere on his face, on the back of his hand, between his fingers.

At this time, I suddenly looked up, only to find that there was a misty drizzle again, very fine, cold and cold, like a tear that fell gently.

The wind tore the clouds into wisps, and the white curtain hung long from the budding branches. The water of the creek churned white waves one by one, as if it were also whimpering softly.

He sat on the stone beside him, quietly reminiscing about all the warm days with his mother, as if everything was so happy.

Suddenly, he was a little reluctant to leave, so he wanted to stay here quietly, accompany his mother, and tell her that now that he was so tired, he wanted to fall asleep for a long time and not get up, and not to ask about all the pain in this world.

Looking at the paper money fluttering and burning on the ground, I thought, let it shuttle between the two worlds of yin and yang, and the lines on it are full of my son's endless thoughts about you.

He was praying, praying that his mother would appear in his dreams at night, because he felt that no one had listened to him for a long time, and he wanted to tell all the grievances in his heart.

"Mother, come to my dream in the evening! When the time comes, I have a lot to say to you, and you must want to know everything about me in the days after that!

He sat alone on the stone, drenched in the drizzle, and expressed his current thoughts to himself.

Nowadays, the land in the back mountains is full of flowers, pear blossoms, plum blossoms and so on......

Ya pear is not a fruit that people love to eat, not only because the astringent and large pear pit is difficult to eat, but also because the pear with more water and less flesh is not very delicious in addition to quenching thirst and removing fire.

I still remember when I was in junior high school, every time my mother went to the pears to ripen, she would always happily step on some and share them with the neighbors, or she would keep urging him to send some to the quiet ones.

I still remember that once because of the delivery of pears, he was still unhappy with his father, it was almost dark at that time, she had to send pears to Ning Ning, but her father thought that it was safer to send them during the day, and in the end, her father still did not twist her, and sent the pears to Ning Ning's house at night.

Her reason is that fresh pears are more delicious, in fact, she also grows a lot of pears near Ningning's house, and she can't eat them all when she eats pears, but she still sends them like this every year.

Until one year she suddenly stopped sending it I don t know why suddenly she I don t like tranquility although she didn t show it but han chen still understood.

Suddenly it felt like a dream, and it felt like a lot of things happened yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, it was already yin and yang.

He told her that she couldn't hear him, he cried that she couldn't see it, and he wanted to eat his mother's cooking, which was even more impossible at that time.

Sitting on the stone, he didn't know whether the rain wet his cheeks, or the tears hazy his eyes, gently wiped the water from the corners of his eyes, and continued to calm in this quiet place.

The sound of firecrackers startled him, and he suddenly stood up from the stone, and forgot about the place where the firecrackers sounded, and it turned out that the people above had also returned to sweep the grave.

I suddenly remembered the poem: "During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls, so they asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village"

At that time, when I learned this poem, I didn't fully understand all its meanings, but now I don't need to understand it, I can fully understand it.

Now I may be the pedestrian who wants to break my soul on the road, and my heart has long been unaware of the place where I flew to heaven, and I want to have a collision with my mother from the beginning, and I am asking her again, is the current self what she wants?

If she had the opportunity to start all over again, would she ask him to follow her direction, would she force him to walk with Lin Xiaoxiao, or why did she suddenly dislike tranquility.

The carefree time of youth is always short, so short that you don't know where you have gone in a flash, just like a kite that was flown in childhood, broke the string, and disappeared without a trace, and its shadow was nowhere to be found.

This year's Qingming, he gradually understands more and knows more, and the Qingming in the future will have a touch of sadness for him.