Missing my aunt
Cui Xueli
Aunt, I think of you again tonight, your kind eyebrows, your smile, and your nagging to me. Thinking of you is like thinking of a flower, one that blooms hard. In earthly flowers.
In the days since you left, I rarely think of you. Only when I see an old man who looks and walks like you do I suddenly think of you. The moment I think of you, my heart feels like being stung by a bee. The pain filled my heart instantly, and I endured the pain in my heart and reluctantly watched the old man leave, just like I once watched you leave.
Aunt, please forgive me, forgive me for not being able to think of you all the time. Thinking of you, I will fall on the cliff of melancholy. Thinking of you, I will sink into dense sadness, and will also be hurt by countless layers of past events. That kind of innate emotion with you will make me have a feeling. A tearing pain that can't be relieved for a long time. In fact, whether I think about you or not, you are always in my memory. Although you are no longer in this world, you are always in my heart.
Aunt, the memory of you blooms in the spring, falls at dusk, is forgotten in a flower event in midsummer, and rises in the frosty autumn, and still turns into mourning on the snowy days. No matter how time passes, it is about you. Every bit of you will always be in my memory. Your voice, appearance and smile are like flowers blooming in my heart, which is unforgettable and painful. Although I know that there is no long life and no long-term companionship, and farewell is inevitable and natural, my heart always stays in those warm days with you, and the memory is also firmly stationed in the beautiful years that have passed. See you. Even if I don’t see you, I still miss you, and whether I think about you or not, you are still wandering in my heart.
The world is like smoke. Last year today you were still wandering around in the world. Today at this time you and I are on both sides of the yin and yang. A year passed silently in my heart, but the deepest love and the most beautiful yearning are still writing sadness in the world. . Maybe in many years, the memory will be blurred and the pain will no longer exist, but the nostalgia in the world will always last in my heart. Even if there is no flowering period and no longer bloom, the distant memory and faint nostalgia will always stay in my heart until the end of time. .
The time in early autumn seems to be very slow. In the slow days, I will think of many things in the past and some people in the old days. I suddenly think of you today, because tomorrow is your first anniversary. People seem to have no days when they are alive, but they have time when they die, and this time is very fast, as fast as the blink of an eye. It seems that yesterday you were talking and laughing with your children and grandchildren, passing the time in the sun, and walking in a hurry in the fireworks. , but today you have been sleeping underground for a year. One year, to you, may be just a period of darkness that you no longer have memories of, but to the living, it is like a deep cut in the heart. Although it no longer bleeds, the pain is still lingering in the heart.
Sometimes I fantasize that maybe I will meet you quietly on a sunny day or an evening under the moonlight, and talk to each other about our thoughts and concerns across mountains and rivers, with laughter and tears, pain and pain. The pain is old, and a warm time will be left in the memory to be taken out in the future to soothe the sadness in the heart, but the fantasy is still a fantasy. Farewell that day, it is forever!
Aunt, is there spring in your world? Do you have your old friends and relatives to accompany you? Do you have your brothers, brothers, and sisters to chat with, share your concerns, and look at the world together? I think so. You are so hospitable, and your brothers and sisters will come and go with you often. I also believe that there will be the warmth of the fire in heaven, and there will also be chats with neighbors and sisters. You must still be that smiling old lady who is hospitable and enthusiastic, and you must still sit in the sun and watch people come. People go, flowers bloom and fall...
Family love is an emotion that penetrates time and is soaked in the world and cannot be buried. Many things in the world may be forgotten through time, but the family love that is thicker than water is the sorrow of a season and half a lifetime. , the longer it grows on the road of time, the more prosperous it becomes.It’s not that I don’t want to forget, but that I won’t forget. It’s not that I don’t want to forget, but that I can’t forget. Family love is not only a meeting in the world, but also warms each other’s lives. No matter how cold the world is, as long as there is the warmth of family love, all the coldness will be gone. They will be soft in the heart.
May my aunt be well in heaven, and may heaven be like the human world with talking, laughing, warmth and love!
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