Winter solstice night long

　Tonight, it is the night of the winter solstice.

　　The darkness was mixed with a thick fog and looked heavy.

　　In the distance, several unfinished high-rise buildings towering in the darkness scattered windows with lights coming through, the light was absorbed by the fog, leaving only a halo of yellow, not bright, but some of the magic of the underworld.

　　It was a night unlike any other! It is the longest night of the year!

　　In this night, to stretch, to spread too long memories, too long to miss, too long to think about the past lives.

　　I, miss my late grandma and dad ......

　　After they passed away, it took a long time for me to come back to my senses and realize that I could no longer see their faces, hear their voices, or feel their scent.

　　I began to be bewildered, began to look around, began to ache ......

　　So, when I thought of them in the long night, I would wet my pillow with tears again and again; I would walk into an uneasy dream, but I couldn't pull away decisively.

　　I often think! Did they have a good life in that world? Will they miss us as much as we miss them?

　　This kind of mourning is boundless, without a landing, very heartbreaking, very helpless, very sad ......

　　In this world, grandma's love for me, no one can compare. From the beginning of my memory, I lived with my grandma.

　　When I was young, I took my grandma's hand when I slept, and when I walked, I took my grandma's hand, warm and dependable.

　　When I was older, when I was thirsty, I would shout, "Grandma! I want to drink water!" When you are older, when you are thirsty, you call out "Grandma, I want water!"; when you are hungry, you call out "Grandma, I want to eat! She would bring it to you, and it was a wonderful feeling to be pampered.

　　When I was in high school, I got up late in the morning and was late for school, so my grandma hurriedly helped me put on my socks and shoes and shouted, "Mingming, eat before you go! She was from Shandong, with a Shandong accent.

　　My father used to say with a dark face, "You've spoiled the kids!". But my grandmother did not hear me, and I was still spoiled by my capriciousness, laziness, and sometimes even unreasonableness.

　　When I got married and had a son, she helped me bring up my oldest son, taking care of everything without a hint of negligence.

　　When my grandmother died, at the age of 89, she died peacefully in her sleep, at the end of her life.

　　The warmest light around me was extinguished.

　　Grandma's story is long, long, like a roll of fine floss that cannot be tugged ......

　　My dad was in his early 60s when he died, which I never expected.

　　He had a big personality and always ignored the feelings of others, as well as his own body. High blood pressure, which is not a major disease, ended up with irreversible consequences. My dad spent ten days in intensive care due to a cerebral hemorrhage, and finally died, leaving so many regrets! How wonderful it would have been for him to see the four of us, his siblings, prosperous and well, and his younger grandchildren and grandsons all grown up!

　　His most beloved oldest son has a house and a car, and his most missed youngest son knows how to take care of his family, so it was a good time for him to enjoy his old age. Dad is so unlucky!

　　When he was young, he was always strong in his rough and tumble, the pillar of my family. No one in the family would disobey his will. Later, I took over my dad's baton and the whole family listened to me.

　　It's a long night on the winter solstice! The night is long and dreamy.

　　Sometimes, I would dream of my dad, standing in front of me in rags, full of sorrow.

　　Sometimes, I would dream of my grandma, kind and peaceful, looking at me for a long time ......

　　The dream is gray, hazy; see not, hear not, long long long long thoughts entangled heart, can not break free.

　　The next day is the winter solstice, the fog still has not cleared, and can not walk away from the dream continues ......

　　The first thing you need to do is to buy joss sticks, paper money of various colors, and all kinds of things, bring a heart full of words, and go to the cemetery at Mid-Levels to pay your respects. We are convinced that there will be a channel connecting this world and the past and that grandma and dad will receive our greetings.

　　A good way to relieve the spiritual burden of people in the present world is to be prudent. Thankfully, they are still alive and we are still filial and understanding.

　　Serenity Cemetery is like a big park, with winding steps and lush flowers and trees. At Qingming, tea flowers bloom, and the brilliant pink is intoxicating; at this time, the lush green cover the sleeping soul. On these two days, the sound of people and the smoke dazzle. People come here to reunite with the deceased and reminisce.

　　The fallen leaves are all over the ground, it is like nature's words, written on the ground, recording the story of the earthly wind and rain. I tell the fallen leaves what I think, what I miss, what I think, what I ask, and write them in the dirt to send to my relatives in heaven, wishing them all the best and prosperity; I also pray that they bless their families with peace, health and no worries!