The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the white curtains spread their wings restlessly. I asked Sunshine, "What is death?", But I didn't get a response for a long time, and I didn't know what the answer I was expecting was.
Emotionally speaking, I don't want to go to Qingming Festival. I want all my family to be alive and I don't want to visit graves.
I hope that Qingming will always be a reverie in my heart. Oh! Most of the time, the sadness in one person's heart is much stronger than the crying of a large group of people. This is what Sunshine said.
I also understand that it does not answer the question, but how can the living understand death?
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