The whole family is looking forward to this day, and it is a good time to visit the graves in this spring season.

In the past, Xia Wei's grandparents' graveyard was a cemetery bought by their ancestors before liberation, where the old lady and grandmother and her grandfather's brothers were buried. Before this, the ancestors were buried in their hometown in Henan, and the old lady came here from Henan all the way to work during the famine before the liberation, and then there were these children.

After several generations of development and cultivation, this is already a fertile farmland and pond, and on the ridge of the farmland and pond, there is artemisia grass everywhere, which is the wild grass loved by Henan people. It is said that this is planted by the seeds brought by Henan people from their hometown, it is a root crop, it does not bloom and does not bear fruit, and there will be no such grass in the place where Henan people live. At the end of the tomb sweeping during the Qingming Festival, I will go to the ridge or pond ridge to pick some artemisia grass and go home to make baba with glutinous rice noodles to eat, also called Artemisia baba, which tastes very glutinous and refreshing, and is also one of Xia Wei's favorite foods when she was a child.

Due to the development of local ecological agriculture, an ecological agriculture science and technology park will be set up next to the cemetery, and the leaders of the village committee came to Xia Wei's house to discuss the relocation of the cemetery.

The cemetery is located on a hillside at the foot of a large mountain, with its backdrop to the mountain, with evergreen pine trees on the left, green bamboos on the right, and white wild roses and some unknown pink flowers all over the mountain. A gust of wind blew, the rustle of bamboo leaves, the whirring of pine waves, and the crisp chirping of birds in the mountains, played a concerto of spring. The scent of flowers in the air is mixed with the faint scent of grass and bamboo leaves, which is truly fascinating.

At the foot of the left side of the cemetery, there is a clear and bright river, this river is a large reservoir dug artificially after liberation, the water in the reservoir is rainwater flowing from the mountains when it rains, there is no pollution, therefore, the water in the reservoir is clear and transparent, and the reservoir ridge is also one of the roads leading to the cemetery.

When Xia Wei and the others decided to make an appointment to go to the tomb, Qinqin was the first to sign up to go together, she specially went to sweep the tomb of Xia Wei's grandparents, that is, Qinqin's old lady and grandmother. These two old men are very important to Xia Wei and her daughter. Xia Wei and her daughter were brought up by her grandparents, especially when Xia Wei gave birth to her daughter, her grandmother accompanied Xia Wei and her daughter until her daughter went to school in other places. Soon after Qinqin went to school in other places, her grandmother passed away, and when her old man left the world, Xia Wei and her daughter were in other places, and they didn't catch up to see her off for the last time, and it is painful to think about it ......

Xia Wei remembers that when she was very young, one day, she and a few five or six-year-old friends were playing under the jujube tree next to the house, and suddenly saw her grandfather walking from the field path with his hand on her mother's shoulder. Her mother told her, "I took my grandfather to the hospital to see his eyes, and the doctor said that my grandfather's eyes could no longer see." "From then on, my grandfather was blind. Xia Wei and her younger siblings became the eyes of her grandfather, leading her grandfather to carry water with a bamboo stick, and helping him hand grass when he was weaving straw sandals, ropes, and straw mats. My grandfather was a hardworking man who made great contributions to the family and the production team after he lost his sight. At home, my grandfather helped with some housework, such as cooking pots, carrying burdens, peeling edamame, taking care of children and other housework within his ability; In the production team, I do some manual work, such as weaving straw ropes, picking peanuts and other farm work. Xia Wei was proud of her grandfather, and the straw sandals, ropes, and straw mats he knitted were the best in the village, so other production teams also asked his grandfather to help with these manual work. When doing farm work, my grandfather told stories to the members while doing manual work, and my grandfather's memory was particularly good, and he told everyone the stories he heard in the teahouse when he was doing business before liberation, from "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to "Water Margin", which was very popular with people. At home, it is often a room full of people sitting around and listening to my grandfather's stories. In the village, Xia Wei's house is the most lively place, and people go to her house to listen to her grandfather's stories when they are fine.

Grandpa is a very principled, reasonable person, as long as there is a quarrel in the village, he must invite his grandfather to comment, grandpa is very fair, very good at persuading people, as long as he is present to mediate disputes can be satisfactorily resolved.

Grandpa is also the master of singing dragon boat songs in the village, during the Spring Festival, he led everyone to play dragon boats, sing boat songs, those songs are improvised by grandpa and sang, he sings is the best and most interesting, everyone respects him very much.

remembers that Xia Wei's life was picked up by her grandfather.

That year, Xia Wei took her grandfather to the shallow beach of the reservoir next to the village to touch the river mussels to feed the ducks, suddenly, her feet slipped and fell into the deep ditch, she saw the fish swimming in the clear water, and heard her friends shouting: Grandpa, grandpa is not good, my sister fell into the water. Xia Wei can't swim and can only wait for help, grandpa scurry into the water and grope, Xia Wei saw her grandfather's outstretched hand underwater, so she handed it over, grandpa grabbed her hand and pulled it, so Xia Wei was rescued.

Xia Wei still can't figure out why she can see her grandfather's hand in the water underwater? Maybe it's because the river is too clear and clean.

My grandfather was a very intelligent man, and although he was illiterate, he was very quick in oral arithmetic. I remember one year when the Spring Festival was approaching, the pigs raised at home were killed and sold in the village, and my grandfather sat there to calculate the price of the pigs.

Xia Wei's grandmother is an amiable old man, Xia Wei and her younger siblings were brought up by her grandparents, and her grandmother often led Xia Wei's siblings to collect pigweed, go up the mountain to chop wood, go to their own land to grow vegetables, and teach them to do all kinds of farm work and housework.

My grandmother was very kind to people, she treated the old people and children in the village like her own relatives, and helped anyone in trouble to take care of the children and the elderly, and the people in the village affectionately called her "real mother".

My grandparents are very kind people, I remember that there was an old man in the production team, my grandparents called him uncle, this old man was very pitiful, he was foreign, there was no relative, no one knew where he came from, only that he was a very kind old man. He didn't have a house of his own, so he could only live in a small room next to the warehouse of the production team, and the old man often came to Xia Wei's house to listen to his grandfather's stories, and sometimes helped take care of the children with his grandparents, who treated him like a relative and often left him at home to eat. When the old man was not in good health and couldn't get up, it was his grandmother who cooked the meal and asked Xia Wei and her younger siblings to send it to the old man to eat, and also asked him to help the old man do some housework. In this way, Xia Wei's family took care of the old man like this until he died.

Growing up with such grandparents and grandparents, Xia Wei's childhood was happy and happy. Therefore, she and her younger brothers will go to the grave of her grandparents every Qingming to pay respects, she said: That's our roots! On April 4th, Xia Wei and her family set foot on the road to their hometown early in the morning, for the arrival of this day, everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time, one is to come to the cemetery as soon as possible and say some heartfelt words to the deceased who have been missing for a long time, in order to express their sorrow for them, but also want to meet the classmates, neighbors and friends who rushed to the cemetery from all over the world to pay tribute to the tomb when sweeping the tomb.

The daughter has not been to her hometown for a long time, and the son-in-law has not been to it once. On the way there, they all admired the beauty of nature through the car window, and the daughter excitedly praised, "It's so beautiful!" Too much has changed. ”

With her daughter's praise, Xia Wei looked out the window and saw the green trees in the flower beds on the side of the road, the lush farmland on both sides, and the large yellow rape flowers swaying in the wind.

As the car drove to the tree-lined country cement road leading to the cemetery, it was greeted by the roadside Agricultural Science and Technology Park, which is the location of the Provincial Agricultural Science and Technology Research Institute. There are a variety of vegetables and fruits, as well as lush wheat and yellow rape gardens. The various seed samples covered in plastic bags look like a flowering manor from a distance, and it is very beautiful and spectacular.

In the center of the reservoir, there are several small islands, the islands are shaded by trees, reflected in the water, like green jade embedded in the water......

Suddenly, Xia Wei's eyes fell on the pavilion on the ridge, and her imagination fluttered.

It was the late spring of 1980, Xia Wei was interning at the town's health center, and in countless sunset dusks, she and Wang Tao walked on this road, chasing and frolicking...... Leave countless wonderful memories.

I remember that the small pavilion on the ridge is a good place for them to rest, and when they are tired of walking, they will sit in the pavilion, rest for a while, and say some fleshy whispers......

It was also that pavilion that made her soft and her thoughts boundless.

In the third year after they fell in love, their parents broke them up. At that time, Xia Wei was so cowardly that she didn't dare to fight with her parents, so she could only wash her face with tears all day long. I don't know how many years after the breakup, when she passed by the small pavilion that used to be, she looked around the pavilion with remembrance. Suddenly, I was attracted by a line of small print in the pavilion.

Ah, isn't that Wang Tao's handwriting! That was his message to Xia Wei. She was stunned, the words were written in chalk, could it be that he left it to me back then? It's not like, after so many years, how can there be a chalk writing that hasn't been erased? Is it that he goes to pay tribute to our love every few days? Or did he want me to be able to see his message and let me know what was on his mind at the moment? Since we broke up, we have cut off contact, he must have wanted me to see his words and redeem our love, but, but, ......

When Xia Wei saw it, they were already wives and husbands. They are not happy with each other, because they both have each other in their hearts......

After their unhappy marriages, they are still in love, but the little pavilion that witnessed their love is gone. Oh, and it was this big pavilion that took its place. Looking at the beautiful pavilion and the endless river, Xia Wei's heart was full of excitement and thoughts......

She suddenly wrote a poem for him:

That year, you wrote your thoughts and reluctance in my pillow

When I inadvertently opened it

You have become someone else's bridegroom

I let the tears run down my cheeks

Read the verses you left behind

Open the gallery of my memories

That day, I didn't know what you meant

You ask me: What is love?

I said: Love is to hope that the lover will have a good life

You are silent

Is it because of this sentence?

You gave up on me

Perhaps, you don't want to see me embarrassed

I thought you were walking in style, and you didn't have to worry about it

However, when I opened the notebook at the bedside

There's the sound of you crying

You're not as carefree as I thought you would

Actually, I'm not as strong as you might think

Love cannot be happy without the blessing of parents

It was also this wise quote that destroyed my courage to love you

Since then, we have all lived in a mess

We don't know how to cherish when we are young

Therefore, the flower of love withered and withered

Now when the sun is setting, we meet again in the Internet

We sow the seeds of love again

Let love begin to sprout, take root, and blossom again

In the sunset, in the benches

Rely on each other and never give up

There is no more power to separate you and me

Cherish each other and cherish what you get

They enjoyed the beautiful scenery all the way, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the village cemetery.

At the cemetery, they met people from the village who they hadn't seen for many years, friends from neighboring villages, and grandfathers of the same clan who guarded the cemetery. Everyone greeted each other and was excited to meet each other. Everyone came to the mother's face, shouted "Hello teacher", so that the mother's heart was comforted, she watched her students rush back to the cemetery of her hometown from all directions, at this moment the mother was happy like a child, she and those former students pulled home, greeting each other......

After the tomb sweeping, Xia Wei and the others, at the initiative of their mother, scattered to look for wild vegetables on the side of the road. On the side of the road, on the edge of the field, there are wild shallots, wild pea heads, and artemisia grass......

They picked a lot of wild vegetables and laughed all the way home.

Dad took the initiative to sign up to stay and cook, and when he got home, Dad had already prepared the meal and was waiting for them to sit down.