There are some customs in my hometown, about death, about graves.

There is no grave for the young who dies, and the young here refers to the one who is not married. The first is that a woman who has not given birth to a child cannot be buried with her in-laws.

What is the measure, probably can only say that you are useful or not, first, the young man is not married, has no offspring, and it took a lot of effort from his parents to finally grow up, but he died in an accident, and became a worthless cold and hard swishing corpse, he contributed nothing, what he brought to his parents was the pain of the second half of his life, he was guilty, he did not deserve to have a grave of his own.

A woman, married, childless, looking at the faces of her in-laws all day long, the initial husband will take care of her in her affection, but time slowly passed, the relationship between the two faded, the husband gradually got tired of the constant mediation between parents and lovers, she was abandoned, she became a resentful woman, why? Because she could not leave one or two and a half daughters, and the moment she closed her eyes, no one collected her body, no one cried for her, she was carried to a wasteland and buried hastily.

Let us build a tomb for ourselves, and what do we have to bury? Is it just a body that has long been stiffened and even decayed, or the residue that has been melted by the heat?

As you die, before you close your eyes, think about whether we deserve a tomb for future generations to worship.

You say you're still young, and you still have a lot of days to live.

So can we build a new tomb for ourselves and let the rest of our lives fill it, so that it becomes a real tomb so that we will not be ashamed to be worshiped by future generations.

You will also say that when you die, you don't know what will happen, as long as you live well now, you can live well in the world. Who's to say it's not, we should cherish every minute and every second of our lives.

But we are not afraid of death, death is inevitable! We cannot escape it, we will not recall this whole life until the moment before we die, and we will still be a great achievement.

Don't ask so much, it's good that we can live half of our understanding, and that half of it is hidden, even if you understand, you have to pretend not to understand, otherwise you may not survive to die. (When it was supposed to die)

Graves, a few wandering spirits, the ghosts are colorful, and they frighten people with weak hearts, or children.

Death, grave, value!

Being alive doesn't mean you're worthy, it's up to you to die, and if someone is willing to collect your body and pray for you when you die, you will be blessed on your journey to heaven.