One day before the Spring Festival, it is a timeless tradition in my hometown to visit the graves of deceased ancestors.
On the appointed day, you will definitely not be able to go during your menstrual period. Choose a piece of prepared meat, blanch it in water and put it on a plate, put it in a bag and you're ready to go.
The route is still the same as before, and every time I get to the last place, I get so angry. "When I took the money, I ran very fast. When the people were gone, I didn't even mention that the grave could be built. If the grave wasn't built, I didn't even mention it. There was no road left."
"Oh, stop talking." My dad sighed as he pulled weeds. "People are like this. There are very few filial piety among my own children, let alone those who were picked up along the way."
"I believe that God is watching what people do. Some things are too bad, and they will cut off the path for themselves and future generations."
"Do your thing and say so much."
"Adie... Adie..." A sound that was suddenly far and near floated into my ears, and it seemed that everything around me was as blurry as a melting candle. It wasn't until the figure on the slope in front of me gradually became clearer that I could clearly see that he was wearing a monk's robe and had a bare head. "Monk? Taoist priest?" I couldn't help but mutter...
