Black hole draws

Grandma had been ill for a long time. Finally, on that day, I vaguely felt that the atmosphere at home was wrong. My father and aunt always look in a hurry. My sister and I fell asleep in the east, where could we sleep? There was a sense of fear in my heart. Late at night, I heard my father and aunt turning outside the door and shouting: Mum! Come on! God! Come back! “Later I knew it was the custom of my hometown, and it was said that this could call back my soul.> maybe it was almost dawn, crying came from Xili, and the voice was getting louder and louder. My father’s cry shocked me. My father cried, and I knew what that meant. Father and aunt cried inside, while mother cried outside. I felt bored in fear. My mother and grandmother were always at odds. Did she cry too? But my mother did cry very painful, and it was the kind of crying without adulteration. From birth, it seems that there is a black hole attracting you slowly. Step by step, people will go to the black hole, and no one can escape. Even a great man like Mao Zhou and Zhu Liu just disappeared in the black hole eventually. This is a process, which is long and short, vigorous, ordinary, happy and sad …… in my memory, death seems to be a very distant thing. Suddenly one day I calmed down and counted people around who were not old but had already died, only to find that sometimes death might be close at hand. Although this is pessimistic, who can say it is not true? Li Chong, the son of the next-door neighbor, came back from the Army and was killed in a fight with others in the dance hall as soon as he joined the job; The man who was as strong as a cow was called Wen Shanhe and died of suffocating in the oil tank because; when I was young, my partner Ma Jun died of nameless symptoms when he was working outside; My uncle’s family and my fifth brother were killed in a car accident. Who can hold himself? When we unconsciously get closer to the black hole, who can resist its gravity? Judging from my life experience of more than thirty years, there are absolutely some pure, real and beautiful things in life. For example youth. One day, I found that I became lazy, impetuous, and no longer active. When I was drinking, I didn’t make my fist as loud as before, and even didn’t do it at all. It is no longer like the timely rain Song Jiang on Liangshan to make friends with various heroes. My friends fixed those close friends and only muddled with them. Sometimes on some occasion, my friends introduced their friends to me. I just dealt with a few words politely, and I was extremely reluctant, too lazy to talk. Is this an old sign? But I am still between standing and not confused. How can I get old soon? There is one real thing in the world, that is, money, which can be exchanged for other materials. Of course, there are also those invisible but more precious than money, such as love and friendship. People become more and more realistic. They value everything in front of them and are too lazy to pursue these tiring things. Think also, rather than wait for windfalls, came with respect to kindly accept, not to go. Because people are going to walk into the black hole, they have to do something before going in, and they have to do it wholeheartedly. In the process of walking, there are some fruits on the fruit trees on the roadside, which are within reach. If you pick it and eat it, it may be sweet, sour or astringent. I will experience countless choices in my life. Every choice is my life. What kind of fruit to pick and which fruit to pick are sour? Is Sweet? Or astringent? This is all life! If there are fewer choices in life, will there be more happiness? When I was 19, my grandma was critically ill. When I was dying, I came to her Kang. I am look after my grandma, I have deep feelings for her. This time I felt the atmosphere when my ten-year-old grandma passed away. My mother was waiting by the Kang, while my uncle was restless and worried. I asked Grandma: Grandma, do you still know me? Grandma opened her eyes and answered me two words: Yes. This is the last sentence my grandma left to me. Looking at my mother and uncle’s grief, I knew that everyone had to experience this kind of scene, and one day when I reached the edge of life, my children would also grieve for me in this way. Today, when I write these words here with the mentality of an adult in my thirties, my tears can’t help overflowing. I was not afraid of death, but it was hard to imagine how sad my only daughter would be and couldn’t bear it at the last moment. Not long ago, I saw another scene in the funeral of a friend’s father. An old friend of this old man came to the funeral before his death. The old man who was in charge of shouting three bows in front of the mourning hall and the one who was in charge of the funeral were also old acquaintances. The old man shouted: a bow! Second bow! Three bow! After shouting three bows, the funeral preparation left to one side, but the old man continued to shout: four bows! The mourner had to stand still and continue to bow. Five bow! Six bow! …… The mourner couldn’t help asking: Ah, old punishment! Why do you still shout a bow? Lao Xing said: this is the rule here. We have to bow 120 times before we finish the calculation! Everyone laughed, and the mourners also laughed and scolded: this old guy! On such a solemn occasion, the old friends of the old man could have fun even before his death. It was conceivable that the old man was also an open-minded and free man before his death. His soul is not far away. Seeing an old friend doing this in front of the spirit, he must have a smile! Salute to these old comrades!

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