Write articles for you in the starry sky.

The flowers on the mountain are blooming in order, the new leaves are green, the birds are curious, and the gentle wind is blowing in my face.

In this way, the years have brought us to another Qingming year.

Qingming-how good these two words are.

Look at the word "Qing", a meadow, next to the water, revealing the breath of spring.

And the word "Ming", because the sun and the moon complement each other, makes people shine at the moment, and the darkness and ignorance are gone forever, and the earth is covered with light.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a season full of energy and enthusiasm in spring. It respects ancestors, seeks roots, misses and cherishes spring. It comes from the distant past and has profound meaning. ...

Hometown, old friends, and stories are always in front of us in a casual moment, and Qingming gives the most solemn sense of ceremony.

The client of Volkswagen Daily and the Harvest Supplement of Volkswagen Daily launched the theme essay activity "Tomb-Sweeping Day" to pay tribute to every long-distance relationship, and the topic of gathering and parting is renewed today.

A busy day, stop, look at the sky, think about the past and think about where to go.

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There is no limit to the number of words, and it is best to have pictures and videos.

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Liu Jie

Second sister, are you all right?

Today is the second anniversary of your departure. I have never mentioned you to anyone for two years. It seems that the fact that you have left will not be true as long as I don't say it. Maybe one day, when I call "Second Sister", you will still answer me. Second sister, even now, when I write down the word "second sister", my heart is still shaking and my face is full of tears!

Today, I asked Kumataro, "Do you miss your second aunt?" The dog seemed to know what I was thinking and put his head in my arms. Every time I cry, it's always like this. It's pathetic to think about it. I was taught never to cry in front of people. Even if I am alone, I can't howl like a normal woman, I can only cry silently. Dr. Sun often said that I "can be healthy if I feel comfortable."

So, second sister, talk with me tonight.

Second Sister, on the evening of April 7th, 20 15, Yao Yao called and cried and told me, "Third Aunt, my mother is dying". My head is buzzing, and I just keep telling Yao Yao, "As long as I live through the night, your mother will be fine." Second sister, that's when the disaster began.

That night, my mother happened to live in my house, and I walked around the room with tears in my eyes. Dad Lang booked a plane ticket to Beijing the next day and waited nervously for F's call. I don't know why, but there is only one thing on my mind. As long as you get through that night, everything will turn around. Sure enough, you survived that night!

The next day, Xiao Wu and I went to Beijing to see you. A group of people are waiting for news in the hospital corridor. I just feel in a trance. Everything in front of me is so unreal and terrible. My sister always sneaks in to see you. I see you holding a lot of pipes through the glass. I'm not even sure it's you, second sister. Looking back now, I was just afraid. I'm afraid I'll lose you.

Second sister, I hid in the corner outside the hospital alone and called a friend with good medical skills and understanding. Second sister, this is the first time in my life that I have asked someone for divination. He asked me to find six one-dollar coins, thinking about my divination, voted three times and sent him pictures. Second sister, like a thief, I went to the newsstand to change some money and secretly took pictures in my room. Then, I immediately regretted it.

That night, my family came and went between the hospital and the hotel, and I was forced not to go to the vigil. I didn't look in the mirror, but I was half dead. On the way to the hospital, I took the subway, and a stranger helped me rub Hegu point. That kind-hearted man probably thought it was me who went to the hospital to see a doctor.

I went to the hospital at four o'clock in the morning, when you were awake. At six o'clock, my friend called to tell me that divination was unlucky. I said a few words and hung up the phone. Second sister, at that time, I began to hate my friends and regretted doing such a stupid thing. Second sister, do you know? Because of this, I often blame myself afterwards. If I am not smart, will the result be different? ! Second sister, do you blame me?

Second sister, in fact, many years ago, I was not so persistent in this world, and I was not so persistent. After coming back from Beijing, my life depends on my sister reporting your illness every day, and my mood is determined by your life index every day. During that time, when I couldn't sleep at night, I often knelt on the ground and prayed-this utilitarian belief was despised by me, but for you, whether you are a god or a Buddha, I just need help. I'm even willing to sell my soul to the devil, whether it's Lucifer, Lucifer or Satan himself, it doesn't matter, as long as you can survive, because you want to survive so much!

Second sister, you are obviously getting better every day. You can get out of bed and do exercise by yourself. Last time I went to see you, we talked about your arrangements after discharge, didn't we? Just when I thought you had escaped. ...

Sister, it's been two years. I dreamed of you several times. You always smile at me, but never talk to me. In the dream, you are healthy and beautiful, and you still have those two long braids. I remember that Mr. Liang Jizhang of Radio Television Hong Kong wrote to his son that "no matter what kind of relationship, father and son, husband and wife and brothers are just lifelong love". Second sister, our sister's love didn't and won't end because of your departure.

Second sister, my father died and took away my Spring Festival. After all these years, I still hate it! You took away my Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will never have the pleasure of eating moon cakes and enjoying the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival again. Hemingway said something similar in his book for whom the bell tolls. Everyone who dies dies dies for us, that is, everyone who dies takes something with him.

I remember Mr. Russell said that "minor disasters come from stubbornness, and major disasters come from fanaticism". Second sister, this is an effective example for you and me. If you were not so persistent in believing in surgery to treat your disease, the situation might not be so bad.

Second sister, my stubbornness lies in my hoarding. I hoard too much waste, both materially and emotionally. Second sister, my father's early death changed the fate of all of us. After his father died, "Where can I live if I can't breathe?" It is a problem that has puzzled me for many years. I study psychology and analyze myself in order to find the answer. As a result, I don't like longevity. I pursue the width of life, not the length. As far as my attitude towards life is concerned, second sister, I think that since the house where the soul lives in this world is broken, you have the choice of heaven and hell as ordinary people say, but I hope you will become a star in the sky. Mark Twain once complained that heaven was boring. I think comparing Dante's Divine Comedy to see the world we live in, each layer has its own correspondence, and there is really nothing to be afraid of. These two places are natural, but according to China's traditional culture and Buddhism, "samsara" is even more boring and boring. It's just that a few people in this world get together, and the world is still a group of these people. Second sister, such a creative thing is really not suitable for a free and easy person like you, so I'd rather you become a star and be free in the universe.

Second sister, this year's health is slightly better than last year. As always, Dad Lang treated me much better. He coughed in autumn and winter, which troubled him for many years, and his body was healthier than before. I often make fun of him as a layman who has been running for 200 years. Sometimes, I wonder, did I make his life so empty? If he married a more ordinary woman and gave birth to his children, maybe his life would be much simpler and happier, right?

Si Er bought me some jewels the day before yesterday. Hehe, to live to this age, or to be happy with things, is really a muddled thing! She tried to take me on a trip several times, but my remedy was seclusion.

Now Kumataro is the focus of my life. This dog is becoming more and more like me, very picky and unsociable. Last time I went for vaccination, I asked the dog doctor if he was a little depressed.

Second sister, Ya Baobei went to Vancouver to study abroad last year. The first time she flew from Beijing, it was Yao Yao who helped to arrange to send her to the airport. Our home is vast and sparsely populated, and these three girls are the only ones in the next generation, which is also separated by thousands of waters in Qian Shan.

Second sister, I know that Yao Yao is the person you are most worried about in this world. Don't worry, I will try my best to take care of her and put her in my will. Second sister, I promise you, as long as I am here, Yao Yao will have a home!

Second sister, I have been nagging you for a long time, and I feel closer to you in my heart. After so many years, maybe it's because I shouldered a heavy burden when I was still unable to do it. I have little ability to cry and tell. After all, everything is willing. Who can I cry to? Everyone is so busy, who are you going to tell? Second sister, I will write to you every year from now on. As for you, you can come to me anytime, anywhere and in any form.

Second sister, I was chatting with a friend the other day, and I happened to find all kinds of valuable good teas that Si Er gave me at home, but I only love worthless scented tea. That day, I realized that scented tea was the smell my father gave me. You must remember the thick scented tea that Dad often drinks!

Second sister, people always say "everything will pass". I don't understand. Why do we have to pass? Isn't everything people feel in the world life itself? Why must we "go past"? Or am I born a sensitive person? Anyway, I won't choose to forget, dad and you are extremely important in my life, and I will never forget them in my life!

Second sister, I saw a couplet the other day: the caged bird hates Guan Yu, but it can't be Zhang Fei. It is wonderful to think that there are eight quit and Wukong in the world. Second sister, your cage has been opened, fly to your heart's content!

Second sister, the night is as cold as water, so stop writing.