The Sadness of the Grave
An elder among my relatives had passed away. It was clearly a sad event, but the scene was different. The cold coffin was placed in the mourning hall, but the people nearby shed no tears; adults laughed and chatted at mahjong, and children giggled on their phones. Suddenly, I felt so cold. Winter really has arrived. I only hope that those who come before my grave can truly grieve for me for a while. Even if it's just one person. Even if there are no people at all.
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Hehe, when a person is alive, there are human feelings; when a person is gone, the feelings are gone too! ... My grandfather used to be the director of the Land Bureau. When he was alive, how glorious was our family? But after he passed away, those dogs who used to surround us all day either went off to find other masters, ran away without a care, or even gave us cold stares and mocked us... They all forgot who once fed them and gave them bones. When we go to them for help, they all make excuses, and some even show their official power to my family. They have completely forgotten the kindness our family gave them before. Without my grandfather, could they be like this today? But no matter how they change, they're always just dogs! And the government—after my grandfather passed away, there were no retirement benefits or subsidies, and they even wanted to sell our house... Never mind, I won't talk about it. Just thinking about this makes me furious, so I just hehe and repeat hehe, hehe. Millions are not enough for these dogs! I hate them, I will never forget! One day, when I regain power, I will kill all these dogs, wipe them out!!
Yes! At that time, our family needed to rely on their dog identities to handle some matters. We invited them to eat and drink to their fill, and also burned some "spirit money" for them, but they felt it was not enough, so they "politely" declined, hehe! ...
...I just wrote down some thoughts. Since I plan to study literature, I wrote a short essay of over 100 characters to practice. Yesterday, I also just wrote this short essay spontaneously because of my feelings.
Awakened infinite sorrow. The night is bone-chilling cold. I walk shivering on the street in thin clothes. A few white doves fly overhead. I really envy them for having the sky and freedom. Who told me to be willful yet obedient? Enduring the cold, I still insist on wanting to say: I hate being held!
Last month my grandmother passed away. It's exactly this kind of scene: after finishing the funeral arrangements, the atmosphere was like a meal gathering. It was really disheartening—people leave, tea gets cold, who remembers that he was once here in this world?
Silver Wolf! Please accept my condolences, okay? Everyone experiences birth, aging, sickness, and death, as well as joys and partings. You have to believe that the relatives and friends who have passed away are watching us from heaven! I also believe that my grandfather and grandmother have already turned into angels accompanying me!
In this winter, there is a sled gun, ****, laughter thunders, ,,,,,,, ,,,,,, the music ends and everyone disperses, at the door迎死神
Oh, sorry, I replied and then went to do something else, so I didn't see it... Saipan girl said it very well, thank you.
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