Chen Yi looked at Gao Qianliu's tomb and saw the bulging bag. He thought: It must look like his mother's belly when she was pregnant with him. But at this time, lying inside was his mother whom he would never see again. Grandpa lowered his head and touched Chen Yi's little head. The wind on the roadside slowly blew the grass, and the grass slowly returned to its straightness...
Intention: People are like fallen leaves in the wind, not knowing where to go, and like leaves falling back to their roots, looking and wandering not far away.