Qingming without rain is the rain of my heart have

galdyuer

I walked on the way home, during the Ching Ming in the morning.
way very few people, but my way is go elsewhere, because the car broke down. I get up early, so to repair people, wait for the car completing, so I got home, the time has passed eight half. I asked my father, has added to the forest soil was up and asked when I was full of Kuiyi. Many years, I have never to this day during the Ching Ming grave Tim grandparents over land, even yixian.
earlier because his mother a Christian, does not allow us Shangfen, and later work, the mother no longer control, but because of their high school education [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], always overtime, do not leave forever, wanted to go home every year, every year they are both can not make the trip, had the night before during the Ching Ming at home on the third brother to call her parents to let him Dadi for us and great dedication. Then, in the year back home each time, I will a person go to the forest, surrounded by grandparents grave slowly turn around, and then stop there and do nothing, say nothing, is to like their smiles, like they told me the good, like my grandfather's beard, grandfather's broken jacket, do I drink to my grandmother's thin gruel, like Grandma's feet.
finally have time this year, I plan a thousand times, I want early in forest land, their own grandparents grave in person pulling weeds net, yixian lift the training on the new earth, for just a gently Paisui soil, the grave trimmed to give grandparents a year of shelter. Then, Grandpa and Grandma's grave knelt to talk with them, then said to them, I would like them. I will not let them see my tears, I'm an easy emotional person, easy to build and tear of the people, but in my grandparents grave I will not let my tears fall onto the next, so that my tears the sky clear and bright haze, let Grandpa Grandma sad for me because I cry. I hope that is always clear and bright sunny days, so that the world's people will be able to return home the day goes well [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to add land to their ancestors miss Tim. [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
This year, I again time to waste on the road, I become more and more sad the way home, more and more air out of the sky, heart gets heavy.
without rain, clear, my heart have been the rain.
While returning home, I do not have the courage of people in the graves of Tim already time to go home alone to go their own forest land. I quietly ate dinner, watched television Juanjuan in fact, I did not look into, I do not know self-blame, or what, do not want to talk. Third and Dadi also busy for their own thing going, and even ask people to be found. Understand my father, he said nothing, rode busy to go to the garden; mother knows the purpose of my home, just give me hot meals, I cook, and then busy packing house. I knew
home without pictures of grandparents, grandparents may be simply left no pictures because I grew up not impressed, but I still keep the house frame to rummage those photos again, knowing that is a disappointment with no hope, but I still look very carefully, slowly with their movements over time the zoom to miss.
I have for many years, would like to ask my father, uncle and master is not home I have pictures of my grandparents [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but has never said it. I remember my grandmother who said that photography is the intake of soul, as long as photography to lose his own soul, in fact, to understand, not Mastermind, is the dismay of the share of the money.
so many years, year by year I was thinking to find pictures of grandparents, never do so, but the grandparents are in my heart more clearly each passing year, they smiled at me, is so kind .
grandparents are always in my heart.
rubbed my hand has been called the water to wet the eyes missing, out of the room and went to have a clear and bright sunshine in the courtyard, warm sun shines on my face, body, heart, warm, like most grandparents love me.
2008 年 4 月 7 日