Until that day, I would be able to walk and speak simple words. will be called grandpa, grandma, aunt, uncle, and dad and mom. I was playing with a few uncles outside, and it was in a yard, and there was a big grinding pan and a few stone stones in the wheat field, and I was carried by them, and rode on one of them, and went back and forth like a horse.

I laughed and looked in the direction of my house. When I looked at it, I saw two people, strangely shaped, each holding a stick in his hand, and the stick was wrapped with a white strip of cloth.

And both of them were very tall, and they looked a head taller than the big mulberry tree in my house. These two people walked slowly in the direction of my old house without touching the ground as if they were stepping on cotton. After walking a few steps, I had to look back at me riding on the rock.

When I saw these two men, whom I had never seen before, with white faces painted on their faces and white and black pointed hats on their heads, I was so frightened that I immediately burst into tears.

A few uncles who were laughing on the side didn't know why I suddenly started crying, and they were also startled, and hurriedly picked me down from the rock, and before they could put me on the ground, I shook off my feet and ran home. Little did I know that I was just over a year old at the time, and I was still walking waddlingly.

The uncles were chasing after me, and I ran home like crazy while crying, until I reached the dragon gate head of my old house, and I stood against the door frame.

He didn't cry anymore, he didn't run anymore, he just stood outside the door and looked inside. I could clearly see the two men sitting on the roof of my house. This hall of my house is an old tiled house, and the ridges are covered with green tiles, and there are all kinds of mud beasts.

And among the damp green tiles, there are still many high and low tiles, those tiles are gray and red, and the leaves are very full and very standard.

Then I saw the two men, sitting on the ridge of my house, holding small sticks wrapped in strips of white cloth in their hands, and poking them into my yard. And my house, I don't know when it was full of people, I know all these people, my two aunts, my parents, my uncle and aunt, and my uncle and grandfather in the backyard.

In the middle of the hall there was a door, on which lay a man, dressed in the same clothes as the two men on the ridge, and that dress looked like a singing costume. And he covered his face with fire paper, as if he deliberately did not let me see it.

And I saw that the man was wearing a round hat on his head, and it was black, and it was brand new, like his clothes. In front of his head, there was a small square table, on which were placed two round plates of white bread, each plate was four, three were placed below, and one was placed in the middle of the top.

In front of the middle of the two steamed buns, there is a rice bowl filled with rice seeds, and three sticks of incense are inserted in the middle of the rice seeds, and the incense is emitting a thin smoke, and the smoke goes straight up, until it is almost to the girder before disappearing.

Under the small square table, there was a stack of fire paper, and in front of the fire paper was a clay pot, and there were several pieces of fire paper in the clay pot, which was burning vigorously. The flame was big and small, flickering and dimming. I also saw that my parents had strips of white cloth tied around their heads and waists, and even the old cloth shoes on their feet were sewn with white cloth on the uppers.

I stood at the gate of the courtyard, without saying a word, looking at the people in white clothes, walking around in the hall, in the staggered shadows, I saw my father, and beckoned to me behind these figures: "Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang, I am your father, come on, my lord will give you candy to eat......"

My grandfather smiled, just like I usually see, tall and big, with a white face...... When I heard my grandfather calling me, I burst into tears.

When people heard my earth-shattering cry in the hall, they all looked up and saw that I was crying like a tearful man, and their hands kept pointing into the hall.

I hurriedly ran over and asked me what was wrong, but I didn't speak, crying vigorously, and pointing vigorously to the place where my father raised his hand to me. My father hurried over, hugged me tightly, and asked me repeatedly: "Xiaoliang, what's wrong, what's wrong with you, Xiaoliang." ”

I cried so much that I couldn't catch my breath, and in the midst of crying, I said to my father, "My father, there, stand, call me, come over, say yes, give me candy to eat...... After saying that, I continued to cry.

And the people on the side, my uncle, my two aunts, and my mother and aunt, when they heard me say this, they all quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed their heads to the ground, and said, "Dad, let's go, Xiaoliang is still young...... The room was full of crying, and I slowly fell asleep in my father's arms amid everyone's crying......

When I woke up, it was almost dusk, and the courtyard was lit with gas lamps, and the gas lamps were so white that the whole yard was as white as day. My dad said that after I fell asleep, I had a high fever, and Boss Bai came to give me an injection before the fever subsided.

And when the fever subsided, I kept saying: "I won't go, don't pull me, I won't eat sugar, don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go......"

My dad was holding me, tears raining down. The whole family burst into tears. When I woke up, my father said to me, "Xiaoliang, your grandfather is asleep in the hall." "Later, I realized that my father said that my father fell asleep, and my father died, and my father died when I was out playing.

I thought desperately later, and finally found out that my grandfather had died only after those two strange people had come to my house. But why did my grandfather, who had passed away, call me behind a shadow and give me candy......

My family's ancestral grave is on the old ditch a few miles east of Zhuangzi. At first, there were only three of them. I clearly remember that the front is the old man's Quanchun's, the left below is my uncle's, I can't remember the uncle's name, and the right is my grandfather's Yonghe.

At first, these three graves were still small dirt bags, but as long as the crops in the field were not growing, standing at the east end of the village and looking eastward, you could see the graves sleeping silently in the green cloth-like crop field.

Later, I don't know which elder in the family, carried a few pines and cypresses by this grave, and in a few years this pine and cypress actually lived, and it grew quite tall and lush, looking from afar, the pines and cypresses were also thick and thick eye-catching.

And when these pines and cypresses are getting thicker and thicker, those grave bags are slowly getting bigger, maybe the frequency of the later generations adding graves is too high, or maybe it is because of the pine and cypress that the vision is poor.