I don't know why I'm sad. It surrounds me.
But something unexpected happened soon. There were rumors in the community, and there was a new saying that there was something wrong with the geomantic omen in the community, and the name of Luming Literature community was also flawed. Listen to "Luming Literature". Deer only whined and whined before they died. Therefore, Mr. Feng Shui said that unless a birthday girl stands on the mountain, evil spirits can be suppressed, and people in the community can live a long life without accident. As a result, large-scale construction was carried out. Looking closely at the old birthday star, we can see that the clothing pleats are very strong, bright and smooth, dignified, kind and kind, with eyes hanging down, and the concern for all beings overflows between the brow. I secretly pray that this birthday girl can bring good luck and peace to people in Luming Literature community.
I don't want to say this is superstition, and I don't want to classify it. You can't believe everything, and you can't believe it, whether it's permeated with mystery or hints. Elder sister said by phone that she had dreamed about her father many times since he left us, and her father was not very happy in the dream. The last two times, my father was in tears. My father was leaning on a crutch and limped in the aisle, looking very sloppy. The last time I dreamed that my father's shoes were worn out, my elder sister said, "Dad, today is thirty, and tomorrow is the first day. Your shoes are worn out. I'll buy you a pair." Dad's expression is very dim, and the elder sister and the second sister ran around many places and didn't buy a pair of shoes of size 44 suitable for dad ... I took the phone and burst into tears ...
My father was over 1.8 meters tall, with a straight waist, handsome appearance and good temperament. My mother was neat and tidy, and my father had five children. Think about how many sets of clothes he had. Dad was a very open-minded person. I thought bitterly that my father must have a bad life in that world, otherwise, how could he be unhappy? How can it be sloppy? Yes, my father certainly doesn't want to leave us. My father must be worried about his mother, his five children and his grandchildren, but that hateful drunk driver took his life and broke his father's leg ... I hate it to the depths. Sometimes, I even want to sell my family property and hire a murderer to avenge my father's death. Otherwise, my heart will never be calm, and I miss my father to the depths, and I even want to personally. Have a good talk with my father, tell him that we miss him very much and want to take him home, tell his mother that she has lost her mind because she misses him, and tell him that our sisters can't sleep at night without hypnotics now. See how my father's life is, what are his disappointments, and what does my father need me to do for him? Father's legs and feet are inconvenient. Who will take care of him for eating and washing? Does father have enough clothes to wear all year round? Does father have money to buy things? It's cold. Is father's quilt thick? Do you have cotton-padded clothes? I am eager to see my father in my dream just like my elder sister, even if I just look at his back. Before I go to bed, I even pray that I dream about my father tonight, but I am always disappointed. Privately, I think it may be that my feelings with my father are not too deep? Maybe I'm too far away from my father to feel it? Maybe my father doesn't trust me and thinks I can't help him? Maybe my father knows that I'm timid and afraid of scaring me? Maybe I'm heartless and unfilial and unqualified? A thousand question marks torment me. All day long, my father is limping on crutches. We are tormented by pain, tormenting us ... Sometimes, I am awake. When I go to my father's world, my father will blame me. My mother can't stand too much shock. After the National Day holiday, my mother saw that all her children and grandchildren went home to visit her, and suddenly she thought that all the dozens of people working outside went back when her father left. Mother said, "It's all right to go. I went to see your father and met him." But our children don't agree, we have lost our father, and without our mother, our five children will become orphans. I want to tell my mother many times that in the past, when I thought of my hometown, the first thing I thought of was a three-story building where my parents and sisters lived upstairs and downstairs. The building was warm and it runs in the family was happy. Now, however, when I think of my hometown, the first thing that comes to mind is my father's grave. My dear father is buried in the loess. My grandfather, grandmother, great grandmother and great uncle are buried beside his grave, and my five caring relatives are buried under the loess!
One day, a friend said to me, "Your hometown is very good. I have just been there. It is a famous forest oxygen bar, with unique kiwi fruit, mushrooms and green mountain vegetables. I brought back a lot ..." I didn't interrupt, so I buried my head deeply. In my eyes, there are no famous mountains and rivers in my hometown, only my father's grave. That grave is higher than Mount Tai, heavier than Mount Tai, and it is always on my mind, suffocating me. In the past, when I talked about going back to my hometown, my heart was so happy and my pace was so fast, because I knew very well that I could see my parents and family after a few days' travel. Now, I don't want to mention my hometown, and I don't want to go back to my hometown and face it. The building in my hometown a few steps away from my father's car accident scene was sold by us, and we can't face the place where my father fell when we opened the door. My hometown is no longer my yearning, my hometown is no longer warm, my hometown has no laughter … The only thing that worries me about my hometown is a poor old lady who makes me cry when I think about it!
I originally came to relax, but when I came out of my relatives' house, I was even more depressed.
I don't know who to blame, and I don't want to blame: who will pay for the expensive construction cost of the old birthday girl on the western hill of Luming Literature community and the huge project cost of transporting the old birthday girl to such a high mountain? Taxpayer? Have you consulted the taxpayers? Government behavior? Is this a popular project of a few aristocrats who waste money on the old people? Is there any special fund for shaping the birthday girl in the government's financial allocation? I don't even want to blame people who live in Luming Literature district for their expensive lives, or the old man who lives on the birthday pays special attention to people in Luming Literature district. Presumably, grandpa Shouxing and other ordinary people in the civilian community also love him very much, not to mention the crutches and big peaches in his hands, which are the unique big forehead of grandpa Shouxing. We also feel very kind and lovely, and we also want to get the protection of grandpa Shouxing. But who will invite grandpa to stand in our community?