Waiting for My Old Age
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The harsh and dry sound of the suona suddenly stopped, the small gong banged, and the Taoist priest in black shouted expressionlessly: "Bye, filial son and virtuous grandson!" All the relatives around him knelt down. My uncle and aunt were in front of me, kneeling respectfully on the ground, their heads hitting the cement floor. But it took me a lot of effort to kneel down. The fat in my belly pressed against my thighs. I finally bent my head enough to touch the ground, but my neck was almost broken. Time froze and my mind went blank. I forgot why I was here. I only saw the sweat stains on my uncle and aunt's white cloth mourning clothes. They continued to expand and gradually formed an impressionistic three-dimensional oil painting. "Get up!" The Taoist priest finally gave the order. I stood up immediately, my thighs were shaking, my calves were cramping, and my heavy body could not help but sway.
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