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A lonely grave, screaming night and night.

It's always those things that come to mind.

This year, the sky was still dripping with rain as usual, and the raindrops accumulated to form a fog, tightly locking the mountain and covering the mountainside. The mountain road with yellow mud and gravel has long been muddy, and the footprints of cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs are scattered and scattered, which is somewhat unsightly. The cold snap has just receded, the warm wind is still coming, the weather is still a little cold, the lucky green bamboos next to the river beach occupy the favorable terrain, growing wide and fat, and the few green bamboos near the rocky ground are not so lucky, crooked and skinny.

According to custom, the Qingming Festival should get up early, kneel down to worship the ancestral hall, and worship the ancestors. The camellia leaves had just been stained with the first drop of dew in the morning, the red had not yet fully bloomed, and the green bamboo leaves had just woken up. The offerings in the sacrificial plate are very particular, in the middle is a piece of fatty pork belly, near the front is a plate of fried crucian carp, a plate of clear water tofu, and a few wine glasses, a few dishes of side dishes in the back, and some incense candles, paper money, and so on. I don't remember exactly what they represented, but the people there have guarded these customs for generations.

Green smoke came out of the incense burner mournfully, wisps of silk, like two pinches of cotton wool, entangled with each other. The paper ash has not yet had time to be annihilated, like a white butterfly, stirring up bursts of mourning. The huge red candle, with tears dotting, dripping down a table of thoughts. The trickle of family affection flows endlessly, and the lovesickness is unforgettable. Even though they are separated by nine heavens, this kneeling, kneeling through the sky, this sorrow, grief-stricken. The sacrifice in the ancestral hall belongs to pure mourning, a few piles of paper money, a few red candles, just for a lifetime of peace.

Coming out of the ancestral hall, the mountain tea leaves should have accumulated a layer of dew, the red should also bloom, and the green bamboo leaves should also wash their faces and wake up. Next, it is the matter of passers-by who want to break their souls, which we call "going to the grave", that is, we weed the graves of our deceased ancestors and burn some paper money. I counted the offerings, wreaths, and went into the mountain to "go to the grave".

The rain stopped, and the fog dissipated, revealing the mountain peaks. I carried the bamboo basket, passed the small river at the foot of the mountain in front of the door, and walked straight into the mountain. The first thing that appeared in front of my eyes was the green bamboos in my impression, the green bamboos next to the river beach were still so domineering, like a greedy rich man, fat and oily, in stark contrast to the green bamboos in the stone field, like an exploited poor peasant, skinny, like a very thin little third son.

Similar scenes will remind people of similar people, and the people they think of will always make people remember.

"Chao, do you know what's on the other side of the river?" asked the little third son with a ruddy face.

"I know, there's a camellia forest there, it's big, big. "I was happy with the Q&A.

"Not exactly, there's good stuff out there. "The little third son pretended to be mysterious and teased me with interest.

Stepping over the large rocks buried in the river and revealing only the smooth surface, we talked and laughed along the way, and soon saw a large field of camellia trees, which were scattered in a patchwork manner, as if the mountain had given it a gift to the people it loved.

"Where's the good stuff?" I asked as I chased after the little third son.

"Look, I found one. The little third son stopped beside a cluster of camellia trees, bent down slightly, and stared at the top of the camellia tree with two inky black eyes.

"Wow, I know, it's camellia fungus, and it tastes so sweet. "I looked at the thick piece of camellia ear, light red and light red, so tempting.

"It's not the best, it's the best camellia ear with red glow, transparent and crystalline. Xiao Sanzi shook his head regretfully, he knew that the most delicious camellia ear generally grows in sunny places with abundant rain.

Unpicked tea leaves are aura, absorbing the essence of nature, and exuding a faint fragrance from time to time. People wandering in it, can be intoxicated by this burst of fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and refreshed.

We continued to walk inward, deeper and deeper, about a few bays, there were a few simple bamboo houses in front of us, all the bamboo houses were made of local materials, built with bamboo, there was no trace of the shadow of reinforced concrete, there was a natural well outside the bamboo house, a few bamboo chairs and a bamboo bed were placed next to the well, maybe it was used to cool off. Looking inside, the bamboo fence also raised a few local chickens, "clucking", screaming happily.

We were going to go in and have a look, begging for water, but there was a bamboo fence outside, and the door of the bamboo fence was also locked.

"Let's go, I'm going to give you the best camellia ear!" Xiao Sanzi could see that he was serious, and told me seriously.

"Forget it! It's dangerous in the mountains! Let's take a look and go home." "When I was a child, I heard many ghost stories from old people, and some of them were afraid of the mountains, and I was always worried about whether a ghost would come to me or encounter something "unclean".

Before I could react, the little third son grabbed me and walked towards the mountain one by one.

After about half an hour of walking deeper and higher, we still did not get out of the camellia forest, and the further we went, the more secluded the mountain appeared, and the camellia trees became more lush.

That's when a cluster of red caught our eye. Xiao Sanzi and I looked at the cluster of red, looked at each other, and then laughed. Luck can't stop it, and we really found the most beautiful camellia ear.

We inspected the surroundings and our faces turned blue when we saw that the camellia tree with the most beautiful camellia ears was hanging from the fault. I finally came across it, but I could only watch the cooked duck fly - in vain.

"Let's go back! It's too dangerous. I shook my head at the junior son with regret and signaled him to give up.

Before I could stop him, he jumped on the camellia tree that hung on the fault, and I looked at the unfathomable valley below the fault, and I was very worried, and my face was sweating. "Be careful, step on it and hold on to the big branches. I kept shouting at him.

"It's okay, I promised you that I would give you the sweetest camellia ear, and the man did what he said. He squeezed his eyes at me, as if he didn't care, not worried about the abyss under his feet at all!

"Almost, almost. The little third son kept moving forward, and the branches in front of him became thinner and thinner, shaking violently.

"Come back, come back quickly. "I heard the sound of the branches, and my heart beat a drum, and I began to cry and call for him to come back.

"No, I said I was going to give you the sweetest camellia fungus. Xiao Sanzi, as always, continued to move forward, and just when he was about to reach the red flower, suddenly, with a "click", the branch of Xiao Sanzi's left foot was overwhelmed and broken. The little third son's center of gravity was unbalanced, and he shook back a few times, but fortunately he grabbed a side branch.

My face turned white and I couldn't speak. Xiao Sanzi smiled at me: "It's okay!", he grabbed the most beautiful camellia ear he had just snatched in his hand and waved it at me.

"Slow down, slow down. I kept talking, my heart trembling.

Danger came again, and just as the little third son was about to leave the crumbling camellia tree and set foot on the land, the camellia tree broke by roots. Xiao Sanzi reacted quickly, and when he saw that the camellia tree was about to break, he quickly let go of his hand and grabbed another branch, and I immediately grabbed Xiao Sanzi's hand when I saw this. In this way, one crawled on the ground and dragged, and the other hung in the air and hung.

The mountains are so quiet that only the birds chirp, and the water is so clear that you can see the bottom.

Time passed little by little, my hands turned red and purple, I began to feel numb, and my mind began to dizzy, but I couldn't let go, and letting go would be regretted for the rest of my life.

"Let go, I don't blame you!" Xiao Sanzi twitched and ordered me to let go quickly.

"No, you can't. "My face was full of tears, and I prayed in my heart that good luck would come and good people would have a safe life. I kept shouting for help, and although I knew that there was little hope, there was no hope if I gave up.

Just when I didn't know how many shouts, my voice was hoarse, and I was already in a semi-comatose state, I suddenly felt a pair of strong big hands help me pull up the person who was holding me in my hands.

"Fart boy, don't run around in the mountains, it's good to meet me and come back from chopping wood. "It turned out that the owner of the bamboo house came back from going up the hill to cut down trees, heard our cries for help and rushed over to save us.

"Here, the sweetest camellia ear!" Xiao Sanzi took out the reddest camellia ear from his pocket and happily replaced it for me.

Nowadays, the camellia forest is still there, a thick one, and the camellia ears have also grown, sweet. But the old man of Kanshan was put to rest, the bamboo hut was gone, and the well was put on a shelf, replaced by a stone factory built of reinforced concrete and concrete. The green mountain was slashed, and it was full of devastation and scars.

The dust is rolling, no one feels pity anymore, they even clap their hands to welcome, finally someone is going to build the mud road into a concrete road!

The tea forest is deep and flowery, and a sentence has become an empty concern.

"Here, the sweetest camellia ear!" Xiao Sanzi took out the reddest camellia ear from his pocket and happily replaced it for me.

Nowadays, the camellia forest is still there, a thick one, and the camellia ears have also grown, sweet. But the old man of the mountain was asleep, the bamboo hut was gone, and the well was put on a shelf, and replaced by a stone factory built of reinforced concrete. The green mountain was slashed, and it was full of devastation and scars.

The dust is rolling, no one feels pity anymore, they even clap their hands to welcome, finally someone is going to build the mud road into a concrete road!

The tea forest is deep and flowery, and a sentence has become an empty concern.

(I did a day of experiments, from eight o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the evening, I have been doing experiments in the laboratory, and I have very little time to eat, and I have to put a song on the toilet to time, for fear of being late, I'm sorry!) Today's article is not a big word, I just wanted to call, my mind was blank, and I was dizzy, so I sent you an article written by myself.) ｝