When it comes to "Dream of Red Mansions", if there is any poem that I love the most, it is undoubtedly the funeral flower lyrics written by Lin Daiyu in the novel. The bleak and bleak picture statement, the strong and sad mood, makes people can't help but feel sad and melancholy when they read it, and immerse themselves in the protagonist's lamentation, anxiety, sadness, helplessness, and dazed emotions for the cruel reality.

And when I listened to the song "Funeral Flower Yin" composed by the famous composer Wang Liping in the 87th version of "Dream of Red Mansions", I couldn't help but think of a deceased relative.

A year and a half ago, when I was still in Shanghai and my internship was coming to an end, my aunt was sleeping forever......

My grandparents have two sons and a daughter in their lives, my father is the eldest, the second father (second uncle) is the second, and my aunt is the youngest of them.

I remember when I was very young, I was the only child in the family, and my second father and aunt loved me very much. My second father always hugged me and told me stories, and the most impressive thing was probably the ghost stories he told, and every time I was so scared that I didn't dare to continue listening, and I wanted to sleep. At that time, not long after his new building was built, I often came to sleep with him, and the stacks of storybooks and miscellaneous books placed next to his bed became a beautiful warmth that I will never forget in my childhood memories.

And the beginning of my deep impression on my aunt was the first remote-controlled tank that I bought for me when I was good with my uncle. At that time, it was still the mid-to-late 90s, and for the children in the countryside at that time, this remote-controlled tank, which was not small, was definitely an invaluable gift. I still remember that I was overjoyed when I received it, and I regarded it as if it were a treasure.

Not long after, probably less than a year, she got married, and the object of the marriage was none other than my uncle, who paid me to buy a remote-controlled tank at that time.

It was the first time in my life that I saw a loved one get married. I remember that day, when I was still asleep, I was called up by my parents in a daze, saying that my aunt was getting married today. What is marriage? I still remember that at that time, I was confused about this concept and didn't know why.

The place to welcome relatives, in the new building built by the second father, was brought by the parents early in the morning, and found that it had been newly decorated, and the big red happy words were pasted all over the wall and door. There are already a lot of people in the new building. Relatives, neighbors...... Many of them are familiar, but they don't know what to call them. Of course, there are also some who do not know or even have never seen them.

I don't know when, all of a sudden, firecrackers rang out outside, and my ears rang loudly. The atmosphere in the house suddenly became lively and quite noisy. At this time, my aunt was taken down, and I don't remember who was carrying her down at that time, maybe it was my father, maybe it was my second father.

Dressed in a snow-white Western-style wedding dress, she was dragged on the floor for a long time, and in my young eyes, she looked so beautiful. Like an angel in a fairy tale, holy and noble, and elegant.

When I crossed the brazier and knelt down on my parents, I was very impressed, my grandmother cried, her eyes wet with tears, and the big drops of tears, connected in a string, slid down on her face, which was so moving. My aunt also shed tears, the autumn water was rippling, she cried and wore makeup, and since then she has been married and no longer a member of the family. As the saying goes, the girl who marries out, the water that spills out, once she gets married, it will always be different from before she was married.

After all the ceremonies, my aunt was carried into the wedding car, and my grandfather and grandmother followed. In my memory, I vaguely remember that after a few wedding cars and buses, motorcycles, and wooden blue (dialect, Mandarin I don't know how to read), lined up in a long line, which was extraordinarily spectacular.

I asked my mother, where did they go, Auntie? Mother just said that Auntie got married and went to a new home, and grandparents would go first, and we would go back later.

Subsequently, I was ignorant and went to my uncle's house with my mother. As far back as I can remember, it seemed like a bumpy road, the concrete road was not yet fully paved, and their house was indeed some distance from our house.

Since getting married, my aunt has rarely had time to go back to her parents' home. However, during the summer vacation and the New Year, I often come here. During this period, she was born prematurely, and it was not easy to give birth to a cousin.

She loves her daughter very much, although her cousin has been playing with firecrackers and everything since she was a child, and she lives like a little boy, and she doesn't beat and scold her less. However, no matter how much she beats and scolds her parents, no matter how much she dislikes her cousin's poor academic performance, she can see her feelings for her cousin.

During this period, when I was in the third or fourth grade of elementary school, she bought me a jade pendant, which was in its original form and had a very good texture. I like it very much, and I often hold the red rope of the jade pendant in my hand, swinging and turning in circles, but then I don't know where it went. Thinking about it now, I still regret it.

Later, the second father married the second mother, and since giving birth to my cousin, she has shown a deep love for her cousin, and verbally, she always said that she would change her cousin and my cousin. And my cousin always refuses to live or die, and the aggrieved look, the reluctant look, really makes people laugh.

Day after day, year after year, just like that, more than ten years passed quietly. After experiencing the frustration of the junior high school entrance examination, the decadence and sinking of high school, and the frustration of the college entrance examination, I entered the hall of university.

Zhejiang Tourism Vocational College, although it is not the first choice school, but fate let me have an encounter with it. At this time, I have to thank the mercy of fate for allowing me to come here after my very frustrated high school career, find what I want to pursue, and find a friendship that is more precious than that of high school.

And in my youth, my aunt was constantly sick, Shangyu People's Hospital, Hangzhou, and even Shanghai, constantly running. Surgery, reoperation...... That kind of hardship and suffering is difficult for outsiders to understand and understand.

The money that you have worked so hard to save is also passing away like flowing water. According to my uncle, if it weren't for my aunt's poor health, they might have bought a new house in the city.

It's just that fate is not good, and creation makes people make such a big joke for a thrifty and simple family.

At the end of December 2014, I suddenly received a call from my mother, saying that my aunt's uterine cancer had recurred, and now the situation is not very good, I can't eat anything, and my excretion is a problem. So, on New Year's Day, I took the high-speed rail to Shangyu, and I went to the People's Hospital with my mother as soon as possible.

When I arrived at the hospital and entered the ward, I saw her extremely emaciated, with a lot of bags of saline for infusions hanging on the bed. But to my surprise, she was not as unable to speak as I imagined, and although she was weak, she was still able to speak. I couldn't eat food, but I still ate a little bit of the sweet potato I bought. (Because I was a little hungry, I bought it for myself.) ）

At the time, it seemed to me that her situation was not as bad as I imagined. Because, she said a lot of words, let me save some money to spend, because many things need money, and said that my dad is not in good health, don't let him stay up late to play cards......

However, the reality is not as rosy as I imagined.

At 7:20 a.m. on February 7, 2015, a phone call woke me up in my sleep. It was a call from my dad, and he said that at 9:35 p.m. last night, your aunt was gone......

Astound!!!

There are no other words to describe my reaction after hearing these words but shock. And with that, I had extremely complicated feelings. His chest was very tight, as if a boulder had suddenly fallen down, and there were tears shining faintly in the corners of his eyes.

On the same day, I bought a high-speed rail ticket back to Shangyu at the first moment, asked for leave, and went home. Within three hours, I arrived at my uncle's house.

When she arrived, she entered the house and saw her lying quietly on a bed made of doors, her eyes closed, and she looked very peaceful. And beside her, her grandmother, who lost her right arm because of the car accident that year, sat in a distraction, her eyes were extremely red and swollen, and she obviously didn't know how long she had been crying and how long her heart had been hurting. The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, that kind of sadness, you can imagine!

Those who have lost their souls, only farewell!

Grandpa sat on the side, although after his aunt got married, the two often quarreled over some things, but at this moment, he was also in an extremely bad mood, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

Although he didn't cry, I could tell that he was just holding on.

And I, when I saw my aunt, there were tears in my eyes. A person who was originally alive, at this moment, was lying there in cold silence, motionless, even if I saw her in person, even if I witnessed her not being able to say a word again, I could hardly believe that this was the truth, it was hard to believe that she really went!

How I wish she could suddenly open her eyes and surprise us. It's a pity that this is just my wishful thinking after all, and she has never opened her eyes. There is no resurrection after death!

I vividly remember that at that time, the color of sadness was imprinted on everyone's face, and the heavy lingering.

My uncle said that night, as if she knew she was going to die, she told him something. Because of his physical condition, the family spent a lot of money and owed a lot of money, and he couldn't pay it back in half a year, just one year, one year, two years, so that he didn't work too hard and made himself over. He also said that I am not young anymore, getting married, decorating the house or something, it costs a lot of money, first to pay my father and then to my second father. Originally, it was planned to be returned after my dad. And instructed my cousin to go to my grandmother's house more often, and give them a little money if they have some money, they are old and it is not easy.

My uncle also said that that night, she called my dad and told him not to drink anymore, stop smoking, pay attention to his body, mahjong, cards or something, and play less, which is not beneficial.

After the cremation, when I sorted out my aunt's clothes, I found that most of them were brand new, and I had not seen her wear them at all, even once. Thrifty is so frugal, which makes everyone present sigh and sigh.

Now, although my aunt has been gone for more than a year and a half, the form is immortal, the god is indestructible, and the memory will not be erased. It proves that a person ever existed.

At a certain moment, when I heard the funeral flowers, I couldn't help but think of the scene when the new version of "A Dream of Red Mansions" came out in 10 years, when my aunt swallowed melon seeds and watched "A Dream of Red Mansions" carefully. remembers that she likes "Dream of Red Mansions" very much.

Listening to the funeral flowers, and then looking at the funeral flowers, I couldn't help but feel infinite emotion. Because, how similar are some sentences to my aunt at this time......

Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;

Taoli can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing;

When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift.

Last night, the sad song outside the court was released, do you know that it is the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird?

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to keep, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

May Nong give birth to wings on this day and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.