Yesterday was the first day of the tenth lunar month, Cold Clothes Festival . It was supposed to send you cold clothes and commemorate your day. But the damn mask separates you and me, standing on the balcony, looking at the direction of your grave, the feeling of helplessness in my heart is so strong.
Since the 15th July chat with you on your grave, it has been almost three months in a blink of an eye. When you go on July 15th, the place where you sleep is still green, and the clumps of mulberry trees around the grave almost cover the sky above the grave. It was a hot day that day. Under the scorching flames of lit paper, the mulberry leaves on the grave were burnt. Standing in front of your grave, I felt the heat. I just want to talk to you quietly.
After September 9th, the weather has become colder. I know you should add clothes there too. I thought about buying more pieces for you during the Cold Clothes Festival, including autumn clothes and cotton jackets, so that you can spend this winter warmly.
didn't expect it, the damn mask is coming to make trouble again. Last year, I delayed the money for spending my masks. I also knew that you might never spend this money, but I still wanted to give it to you. I can’t send it to you. I can’t send it to you. I can’t send it to you. That’s the longing and memories of you that I can’t let go in 14 years.
Now, the cold wind in late autumn is blowing, and I still feel the chill when I put on my autumn clothes and pants. Dad, the Cold Clothes Festival has disappointed you. I will definitely send it to you when the lockdown is unblocked. 
