Pure Brightness · sacrifice · house

Brightness and rain.

Sacrifice of loved ones

I didn't go home, nor did I go to worship the people I have never seen before. I have always been such an disobedient, insensible, and infilial child.

I can't remember how many times I didn't go back to the Tomb-sweeping festival to worship the people I lost, but I just started my life and spent 22 such bright seasons, the only thing that can be affirmed is that it is only 10 times.

Yesterday, I went out to karaoke with my colleagues. Several of my colleagues sang "daoxiang". In a twinkling of an eye, I remembered the days when I was a child and lived with my grandmother. Because I was a child, I am not obedient, so I don't know what to do, and I don't have to be filial.

Another colleague gave a song "Hometown" and sang very well. I didn't mean the voice, but the feelings I sang. Maybe it was the reason why he stayed outside, I may just recall my hometown. I remember writing in my diary: I can't find a home. Indeed, when I grow up, it takes only 10 days to go back. What's more, my current family is not the place where I have lived for more than 10 years.

Wandering outside, homesick; Back to the thought of "home", but found that things are not human, but fortunately there are still fathers and dads, but ultimately cannot find the taste of home. As a result, I have been wandering around here, and occasionally find a night of duckweed, so it seems that I have found the taste of my home. However, the sun will always shine into reality, so I can't open my eyes, turn around to escape from reality.

At this time, I always think of my mom and dad, and think of our friends. In front of them, I am always a child who grows up and always needs their care. However, I always want to prove that I have grown up, and regard loneliness as the inevitable price for growth. Therefore, when you are alone ......

I will remember the days when I was a child with my grandmother, and the memories of my childhood are very bright, not dazzling. But now I can only be one person. I will also remember that the cousin who likes to eat meat always regrets that he was so bad to him that I didn't even have the courage to look at him at the last glance. I also think of my uncle, who is very painful, remembering that he is desperately holding my hand, but I am shrinking and struggling, just because I am afraid of my illness that year. I will also remember that I always like to beat my grandfather, although my mind's memories of him are limited to a bald head and a sore whip. It also reminds me that many people who have met or who have only met the cold tombstone that belongs to him or her. If there is heaven, I hope you will smile happily now.

 

Wenchuan sacrifice

There are less than 40 days, one year.

I still remember that when I read the things related to the Tangshan earthquake when I was a child, I always put my thoughts on the question of what the earthquake looked like, and never cared about the people I would never see before. Maybe, it's just because I haven't come to this world that year. For things we don't know that we haven't seen with our own eyes, it's always vague and indifferent.

When I look at a photo after the earthquake, when I look at the buried old county seat, when I look at the broken reinforced concrete, I think of the passing past as brilliant as we were, when thinking about the painful memories that can't be erased in the hearts of people in the earthquake zone, and thinking about the souls that are still buried under the reinforced concrete that do not know, how can we not feel heartache.

Once proud to preach to people, God does not matter whether it is unfair, because fairness is created by itself. However, this time I know it is wrong, because God is simply a heartless alive. The way it takes control of its life is to shake the dice and then shake the dice to whom.

The only thing we can do is pray that God can play more before throwing the dice next time, because we are unable to bear so much suffering.

Those souls that have passed away from suffering are in heaven, OK?

Ching Ming · Zhai

When we were born, everyone smiled, but we cried. When we passed away, we tried to smile, but everyone began to cry. I can't bear to continue to add a few gray tones to the original mournful brightness.

When I was a child, in addition to following my parents to worship our parents, the children also had a game to fly a kite. In this way, with the active figure of the children, the brightness of the screen will be somewhat lost. Now, when I go out, these memories can only be memories.

Recently, my work has fallen for a while. During the three-day holiday in China, it was not suitable to go out and play. It was a good idea to make up for work. Just now I went out to buy food as a reserve and found that I had pulled a pair of shoes out of the house in such a cold weather, and I didn't wear a coat or comb my head. I looked decadent. I bought something and went out of the supermarket. I held a pile of junk food and mentioned it with my friends: this is a typical otaku image ......

This is pure brightness.