I remember the memorial ceremony during Qingming Festival

The Qingming Festival rains one after another, and people on the road want to die. — Inscription the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming again, and relatives and old friends around are paying tribute to those who have passed away. When walking on the road, there were often people holding paper flowers in their hands. They took a taxi and left with their heads swung. As a lonely person, I am more lonely in such a season. Since ancient times, this festival has brought sorrow to people, and the emotions that are too late to express in daily life have been found in this day. Men are superior to women in this day, which shows unprecedented toughness. Old-minded people do not allow women to pay tribute to their ancestral graves. They say that they are unlucky. Only boys can burn incense and paper money seriously, put a bowl for serving vegetables and worshiping for ancestors. Those families without boys can only hide some paper money secretly from their parents-in-law in no one’s place during such festivals, just like burning some paper money. The daughter married by Li family became the daughter-in-law of Chen Family. During the Tomb-Sweeping Day, she could only follow Chen family to pay tribute to Chen family’s ancestors, which was the water poured by the so-called married daughter! With the change of the society, this ancient unreasonable rule finally changed. The woman embraced into the motorcade to pay tribute to her relatives, showing her grief in full. Who said that her daughter was inferior to a man, see me change! The sky is far away, the makeup is light, the colored clothes are changed into dark tears and wet shirts! I suddenly felt that being a woman was so painful. It was because of women that there was too much beauty in this world. But was it not us who loved to get hurt most in this world? Gender discrimination makes us feel cold like that. What’s more, those shameless men are talking nonsense that women are like clothes, and they are like wolves and tigers in front of sex, however, how many of our compatriots are heartbroken like this? Tomb Sweeping Day is a festival of memorial ceremony. On this day, there are too many memorial ceremonies, and what I want to commemorate are the scars of the past. I am looking forward to that after this memorial ceremony, they can be like wind, don’t remind me any more, but feel painful! In April this year, the temperature in Liaoyang was still a little cold. I sat in a cold shop every day, looking at the outside world, sometimes I felt very absent-minded and felt that I was in an empty interval, they can’t walk into my world, and I can’t go out either. We can see each other, but we can’t integrate, just like the lonely woman described in a novel I once saw, for thousands of years, I have become the most beautiful scenery in others’ eyes, but my heart which is eager to leave cannot be realized. No matter how far I go, it is silent. I dare not think about how tired I am in my heart. My future is even more distressed. I am groping in a world where there is no way out and never stop! It seems that I have never been young, and it seems that I am always young. It seems that I have always been affectionate, and it seems that I have always been infatuated with it, and it seems that I have always been sober, I live paradoxically. Sometimes I don’t even know what kind of person I will be. I am gentle, affectionate and refined, or pessimistic, sensitive and unreal. I only know that I should try my best to adapt. Qingming Festival, I remember to pay tribute to my past time, though they are not clear in my memory; I remember to pay tribute to my past emotions, though they are not happy in my memory; I remember to pay tribute to the words I have turned over. Although, maybe only I am the one who loves them most, my quiet memorial to them, my own pure dreams, their white wings flapping, it sank into darkness.

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