A spring and a summer, an autumn and a winter a year, life starts again and again, falls and opens, opens and falls. The world is unpredictable, life is impermanent, it begins with movement, and ends with silence.

After polishing the stele, the blue eucalyptus put the flowers on it, and sat in front of the stele himself, resting his head against the stele. "If you can, you can bless my sister to wake up soon. The wish is still the same. ”

There was a light rain in the sky, and she didn't rush to leave, just quietly looked at the gray-white sky, watching the falling rain slide down the handwriting of the tombstone, wetting the small inch blurry photo.

Zhang Ning, who was wearing a black skirt with a white collar, bent down and bowed, and stepped forward to put the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the stone tablet. Looking at the gentle and smiling old man in the photo, sadness is certain, with this kind of etiquette to face her relatives who have been with her for so many years.

"We should go, we can't catch the plane later, and we have to go to the ancestral house to pay respects to our ancestors." Zhang Yanyuan, who was holding an umbrella for her in the back, looked at her expressionlessly standing motionless and looking ahead, lowered his head and whispered to her.

"Ning Ning goes, the day after tomorrow, we will go to see my grandfather and grandmother, and my grandfather will also come back to worship my ancestors." Zhang Wanwan walked over and grabbed Zhang Ning's arm and pulled her away.

Meng Lingyu looked at her like this, and sighed, and Grandpa Zhang also sighed.

Grandpa Zhang asked his daughter-in-law in a low voice, looking at Zhang Ning who was walking in front, "This child, can't you pass this hurdle?" ”

Meng Lingyu, who was dressed in black, shook her head helplessly, "Don't mention it, there's nothing, once it touches it, it's in this state." Since her mother left, she has not had a single tear, and it may be all backlogged in her heart. Speaking of Meng Lingyu, when she remembered that day, they were all crying and sad, only she was expressionless.

"Alas, I hope it's not really backlogged in my heart, I'd rather she vent it out. It is a person who always has to experience life and death in his life, and the process of acceptance is different for people and things, and his child should be more enlightened and enlightened. After Grandpa Zhang finished speaking, he stepped forward with his arms crossed and walked side by side with the three of them.

"Every festival has this meaning of existence, for example, today, Ningning can express your thoughts to your heart's content, and it doesn't hurt if you cry sadly." Grandpa Zhang said to Zhang Ning, who was in a trance.

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When they arrived in the countryside, the three of them put away their luggage and walked to the stone bridge together. Looking into the distance, the scene after the rain is as beautiful as an oil painting, a green field with trousers raised high on the ridge, and an old man in a straw hat leading a buffalo to walk by.

Seeing that the old man was getting closer and closer, they walked down the stone bridge and stood on the side, waiting for the old man to walk by.

The old man stopped and looked at them, and with an amiable smile on his tired face, he asked in the vernacular, "Is the scenery beautiful here?" There are also many young people here who envy the life in the city, but when they are old, they have to return here no matter what, and wait for the fallen leaves to return to their roots. When people are young, they always have to go to distant places to know what the nostalgia of their hometown is like. After finishing speaking, he lit a grass cigarette, glanced at the stunned Zhang Yanyuan and Zhang Wanwan, smiled and said, "Silly babies! He drove away the oxen grazing in the meadow, and the figure gradually walked away.

Zhang Ning looked at the figure and remembered that sentence, my body and mind return to the distance, and my soul returns to the hometown behind me.