What happens when a person dies? Will he actually enter another dimension, or will he live in another form? It's a philosophical question, I don't know, you probably know. We also joked before that no matter which of the two of us goes first in the future, we must give our dreams to the other person, and we should make some preparations in advance. But why haven't you told me yet?

I don't know if there really is heaven and hell in this world, but I believe that there must be a place where your soul can live. There is a golden wheat field, where people work leisurely, and a reciter stands in the setting sun and sings softly. There are also mountains, rivers, and the sea, with sunshine, four seasons, and rain and dew.

But I believe that as long as you can still think and have memories of the past, you can't be carefree. Because, there are no mom and dad, no little turtle, no me.

But what does all this have to do with me, you are gone, leaving me alone. In the world where I exist, there is no longer sunlight. The sun still rises every day, shining on the earth, everything grows in the world with a grateful heart, and people are also bathed in the sun to study, live and work, except for me.

After you left, I came to realize my stupidity. I don't know how to cook, do laundry, clean up the house, and my house is gradually making a mess of me, and I am no longer as neat and clean as before. Every time I go to the toilet, I still forget to turn off the lights, I am used to going out without a key, and the moon flowers on the balcony have not been watered for a month.

After you leave, time suddenly becomes capricious. Sitting at my desk at noon and thinking about you in a daze feels like just a moment, but time has passed through the whole afternoon, and tossing and turning in bed at night feels like a century has passed, but time has only passed for a few minutes.

After you left, I suddenly looked forward to a kind of destruction, or a rebirth. From the land of no, born from the land of you. I think it's a kind of happiness, and even you can't deny me. But don't worry, I won't run away. I know in my heart that everyone comes to this world not naked, but with some responsibilities and missions. Now that you're gone, I'll continue with both of us. Don't worry, when I'm done with this life, I'll take you to see the sea.

The day before yesterday, I took a solo trip to Mount Qingcheng, where it was snowing. In the past, you always complained that we hadn't seen snow since we came to Chengdu to work, but this year I went to see it, but I only went to see it......

I have been wondering what kind of title I should give to such a woman, and it would be better to say her own name, but unfortunately, I don't know her name, nor where her hometown is, or how old she is, the only thing I know is that she is Nara's wife, she looks thin and short, she is not very old, she has become ill at some point, and then it is getting worse, she died the morning before yesterday, and she will be buried in the earth by her husband today.

The living are still running for their fate, and the dead may also be worried about firewood, rice, oil and salt.

For such a stranger, I gave myself pity, pity, sympathy, in fact, sometimes I can't even figure out what it is, because I don't know her, I really don't know, I don't know a friend, I haven't said a word, and the only little understanding I have about her is just a few words I heard from a third person, but I just heard it one by one.

I heard that she was only a sophomore in high school when she fell in love with Nara, and she stopped going to school for love and came to such a small mountain village from Xi'an, I heard that her parents did not approve of them being together, and they were forced to agree to their marriage only after she became pregnant with a child, and I heard that she could not cook, do not do laundry, and could not do farm work.

I actually want to know if she regretted it, regretted her original decision, chose and gave up, maybe she should have had a better and more gorgeous life, she could go to a bigger city, see more beautiful scenery. But I think she shouldn't have thought about it before she died, after all, only when a person is about to die can she have a deeper sense of what is the most precious thing to her.

She may say to her husband, I'm sorry, I can't stay with you anymore, she may say that I just can't worry about the baby, or she may say, look at you, you've taken care of me for so long, you've lost weight, your hair should be cut, and you should wash your face. Of course, she may just hold her husband's hand, trying her best to remember what he looks like, and then smile at the corner of her mouth, leaving the last tear of her life......

Life can never stand scrutiny, any small storm may destroy a sprout of life, the deceased will forget their past and present lives, and people in the world are still looking for their own paradise. I am in the world of the living, commemorating the dead, she may feel it, or it may be just my own nagging, but I believe that it is always meaningful, at least someone can remember, at least someone can remember, at least someone can remember, she at least does not come in silence, go in silence, this is the meaning, this is the value that people pursue in their lives - to be remembered by some people!

Your passing has quieted the heavens and the earth a little, and made some people's emotions a little heavier, but I think you will definitely feel relaxed, and maybe there will be a little reluctance and nostalgia, but the birth, old age, sickness and death in the world will no longer be able to torment you, and can no longer make you haggard and painful. Your soul has long since left your body, and has gone to a distant place with some unknown power, which people call heaven! You will also be somewhere, looking at everything you hold dear, and you will see your lover grow old, your children grow up, the river in front of your door is getting clearer year by year, and the spring flowers on your grave are the first to bloom in the spring breeze every year.

At this time, three cannons rang out outside the door, relatives and friends carried your coffin and prepared to go up the mountain, and I was also ready to get up and look at the sun outside.

I have been wondering what kind of title I should give to such a woman, and it would be better to say her own name, but unfortunately, I don't know her name, nor where her hometown is, or how old she is, the only thing I know is that she is Nara's wife, she looks thin and short, she is not very old, she has become ill at some point, and then it is getting worse, she died the morning before yesterday, and she will be buried in the earth by her husband today.

The living are still running for their fate, and the dead may also be worried about firewood, rice, oil and salt.

For such a stranger, I gave myself pity, pity, sympathy, in fact, sometimes I can't even figure out what it is, because I don't know her, I really don't know, I don't know a friend, I haven't said a word, and the only little understanding I have about her is just a few words I heard from a third person, but I just heard it one by one.

I heard that she was only a sophomore in high school when she fell in love with Nara, and she stopped going to school for love and came to such a small mountain village from Xi'an, I heard that her parents did not approve of them being together, and they were forced to agree to their marriage only after she became pregnant with a child, and I heard that she could not cook, do not do laundry, and could not do farm work.

I actually want to know if she regretted it, regretted her original decision, chose and gave up, maybe she should have had a better and more gorgeous life, she could go to a bigger city, see more beautiful scenery. But I think she shouldn't have thought about it before she died, after all, only when a person is about to die can she have a deeper sense of what is the most precious thing to her.

She may say to her husband, I'm sorry, I can't stay with you anymore, she may say that I just can't worry about the baby, or she may say, look at you, you've taken care of me for so long, you've lost weight, your hair should be cut, and you should wash your face. Of course, she may just hold her husband's hand, trying her best to remember what he looks like, and then smile at the corner of her mouth, leaving the last tear of her life......

Life can never stand scrutiny, any small storm may destroy a sprout of life, the deceased will forget their past and present lives, and people in the world are still looking for their own paradise. I am in the world of the living, commemorating the dead, she may feel it, or it may be just my own nagging, but I believe that it is always meaningful, at least someone can remember, at least someone can remember, at least someone can remember, she at least does not come in silence, go in silence, this is the meaning, this is the value that people pursue in their lives - to be remembered by some people!