You should have also had the experience of burning paper on the graves of your loved ones, on the Qingming Festival every year, the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar and the big holidays. So when did you all go? Afternoon or evening? I think every place is different, but I remember that when I was a kid, I spent most of my time stuck when it was almost dark, and by the time everything was over, it was completely dark.

Once, I went with my grandfather to the grave of the old man in the family, and by the time we returned, it was already dark. Grandpa walked slowly in front, I followed behind, our route is the ridge between the farmland in the village, sometimes have to pass through a few mounds, the sky is dark, the occasional insects and birds make the environment more eerie, a bit like the scene of the ghost in the strange place of the ghost grave at night.

I quickened my pace to keep up with my grandfather, and the strange thing is that when I walked briskly, I always felt like someone was following me, I was fast, I was slow. Along the way, I suppressed the urge to look back, and walked to the entrance of the village in one breath, and when I saw the faint bright spots in the village, I breathed a long sigh of relief. Then I turned to look at the ridge cemetery behind me, and saw that there were green light spots jumping around several graves, and in a few forests farther away, there was a larger green light, very much like someone was walking around with a green lantern. I was a little scared at once, because on the path we had just walked, I saw a dark figure standing faintly, and it must have been the one who followed us all the way.

"Grandpa, grandpa, look at the back, look at the back."

"Hurry up, don't look, today is July 14, the day the ghost gate is opened, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts have come out to get the money!"

Grandpa said calmly, but still didn't look back, I was scared and ran forward.

This is the first and only time I have faced the legendary ghost fire, in the dark night, the green spots of light, and the jumping and jumping, not to mention how exciting! Later, when I was chatting with my grandmother, she told me a supernatural story about going to the grave.

There is a family surnamed Han in the neighboring village, and on the day of the Qingming Festival, the grandfather of the family took his grandson, who was only 5 years old, to burn paper to the grave of his old man. In rural areas, there has always been the habit of taking the newborn male to the grave to burn paper, one is to let the next generation understand the rules and know how to pay tribute to the ancestors, the second is to let the next generation recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors to know the location of their ancestral graves, the third is to let the ancestors recognize their own descendants, and the fourth is to let the ancestors bless the family safety and prosperity.

The grandfather held his little grandson in one hand and a basket containing fire paper ingots in the other, and as he walked, he told his little grandson about his mother and grandchildren's grandmother (great-grandmother). The little grandson didn't fully understand his grandfather's words, and his little eyes were attracted by the insects, birds, and trees around him, and his little hands were pointing around, as if someone was teasing him in the dark.

After walking about five miles, the grandfather and grandson finally arrived at the place, because there was more rain this year, and there were a lot of vines and weeds growing on the mound, the grandfather only cleared a small piece of paper burning place, and did not go to a large area to clean up the weeds. There is a saying among the elderly in the countryside that if there is grass and animals on their graves, it means that the land has good feng shui and can ensure the prosperity of the family and the safety of the generations. At this time, the sky was already getting dark, and the fire in front of the mound became the only bright spot within a radius of several miles, and the grandfather asked the little grandson to kneel beside him, and he chanted while burning the fire paper ingots.

"Mother~Mother~ I brought your great-grandson to see you, burn some money for you, if you want to eat, what you want, I will buy it myself~"

A nameless whirlwind suddenly swept the fire paper ingots that were about to burn out and flew into the sky, as if someone really came to collect it in the dark, but this is indeed not surprising, and the phenomenon of paper money floating without wind seems to be everywhere. The grandfather used a wooden stick to flick the embers one last time, and he first kowtowed three times, and then prepared to let the little grandson kowtow too. But when I turned my head, I saw the little grandson holding up his finger and pointing to the grave and screaming in his mouth.

"Grandma, grandma~"

Grandpa didn't care, thinking that he understood everything he said to his little grandson along the way, so he gently kowtowed to his little grandson's head and corrected him.

"You can't call grandma, you have to call the old lady, quick, kowtow to the old lady."

After the three heads were knocked over, the grandfather cleaned up, and then led the grandson back, but the grandson still pointed to the grave and shouted grandma, and he didn't listen to what he said. There was no one in the wilderness, and the grandfather felt a little uncomfortable, so he picked up his grandson and sped up the pace of going home. The little grandson was lying on his grandfather's shoulder, and his little hand was still waving in the direction of the grave, and he said coldly.

"Grandma, goodbye, grandma!"

The grandfather and grandson soon returned home, and as soon as they arrived home, the little grandson was taken by the grandmother to take a bath and sleep, and the grandfather also went back to the house to rest.

That night, my grandfather had a strange dream, in which he was standing in front of the grave and saw his mother sitting on the grave with her back to him, and he screamed, but his mother still did not turn around, and when he was about to cry, he saw his mother sitting on the grave slowly turn around, and when he was about to see his mother's face, the dream was interrupted by a rooster that crowed in the morning.

As soon as I got up, my grandfather told my grandmother about the strange dream, and the old couple summed it up and felt that something must be wrong, and the grandfather immediately thought of the performance of the little grandson at the grave last night, and immediately called the grandson to ask about the situation last night. From the little grandson's intermittent words, the grandfather knew that the little grandson saw an old lady sitting on her mother's grave last night, and finally turned her face and smiled at her grandson. After some description by his grandson, he found that it was his mother who he saw.

In the afternoon of the same day, the grandfather immediately called a few young people in the village, went to the mother's grave again, and asked them to take a closer look along the perimeter of the grave. Sure enough, in a tall grass behind the grave, a corner of the wooden coffin used for the corpse was found, apparently caused by the rain. Grandpa immediately brought new soil, reburied the exposed corners of the coffin, and burned some ingots and paper money. That night, Grandpa dreamed of his mother again, but this time she was sitting on the grave, facing him and smiling...

According to my grandmother, if you want to express something, you will use dreams to guide your living relatives, but you can't speak. Because the child was not enlightened, he could also see those unclean things, and after two calculations, the Han family judged that there was a problem with the cemetery.

The so-called cause and effect are mutually reinforcing, and sometimes some things are just so magical.