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Days pass quickly, in the blink of an eye, your departure has reached the sixth year, it is still this Double Ninth Festival, the bowl of chrysanthemum wine, and the longing that is so thick that it cannot be melted for thousands of years, one after another in my mind, one reminder flashes, it is still as vivid and so tearful.
The days that had been raining for several days, it cleared up this morning, but the air was particularly cold, just like the day you left, I was standing outside the station in the early morning when I rushed back, fighting a cold war in the dark night, waiting for the vehicle home anxiously, waiting for the last time to see you.
When I finally arrived by your side before you left the house, I retreated at that moment and didn't dare to look at you in front of the coffin, because I was worried that this look would occupy most of the scenes with you in my mind. I wanted to keep your most beautiful smile, the most kind instructions, and the most gentle touch.
In these past times, the scenes with you often flash in my mind and often meet in my dreams. Every time I make my strength full, let me continue to run forward.
In the past few days, I have mobilized a job closer to home, bought a house in the city I chose to stay, and married my lover. My days are thriving in your hopes and are always new every year.
listened to the song again, and the lyrics read "Grandma's handkerchief hides the candy for you". This scene has been staged countless times in my childhood. On that day without snacks, there were often a few pieces of rock candy in your handkerchief. You took a piece and handed it to my hand. It was the sweet echo of those ordinary days.
Some people say that those who leave on Double Ninth Festival all go to heaven to be gods. So every time I look up at the sky, I imagine that you will be a god, and it must be very beautiful.
Grandma, I believe that as a god, you will definitely see that I live a good life in the world, so in those longings that make a river, happiness must replace sadness.
On Double Ninth Festival, all my thoughts flow thousands of miles away. The beauty of you is still stored in time. Everything is well, and it is the watchful eyes of our grandparents and grandchildren.
