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In the 20 years of dismantling the county and setting up districts, the Huairou people who have had the deepest influence on you!

He (she)

Is it also building the foundation for your spirit as you grow?

Is it constructive for your future?

Do you not give up when you encounter difficulties?

Write your story

Record and Huairou work together

You or he or she grows together

Previous issue

Huairou Rong Media solicited netizens

Thoughts of loved ones and friends

On the occasion of the Arrival of the Tomb Sweeping Festival

Let's hear their stories together

Netizen: I want to travel

During the Qingming Festival, the rain is pouring, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Du Mu's unintentional chanting, but aroused people's hundreds of years of sadness, through these two poems to express the thoughts and memories of the deceased relatives, incidentally the helplessness and regret for the passage of life, indulged in the spring will go, summer will change in the future seasons. In fact, death is the fate of human beings, just like life, there is no choice, there is life and death.

In this festival, people feel nostalgia and cry the most. Of all the crying, crying for the mother is the most real and painful one. Every time he stood in front of his mother's grave, refusing to leave, as if he were expecting and remembering. The bits and pieces of my mother's life flashed before my eyes like a movie, as if it had just happened yesterday. I feel guilty, for a long time, I did not dream of my mother, is it that I do not want to miss my mother? Perhaps, my mother was happy in that world, and she had no worries about me. All I can do now is to live every day conscientiously, as carefree and happy as she hopes.

Netizen: A Xing

I still remember the midwinter of my childhood, on the coal stove in the house in the countryside, the rolling polenta was steaming. I sat on the kang teeth and waited for my grandmother to put the porridge into a small bowl and sprinkle a little sugar. I held the small bowl, leaning against my grandmother, and the warmth of a bowl of hot porridge dispelled all the cold. At night, I always fell asleep in the stories told by my grandmother. At that time, I felt that every day was very long, and my grandmother would always accompany me.

In the impression, my grandmother's thin body was always busy at home. As soon as we arrived at dinner, we couldn't see her, so we always let us eat first. My grandmother, who has been frugal all her life, will leave me all the delicious food in the family. In the courtyard of my grandmother's house, all my childhood was contained. Later, my grandmother was gone, and the old house was gone. I never got another chance, and as soon as I entered the courtyard door, I shouted grandma.

In the blink of an eye, Grandma has been gone for more than ten years. I always remember that on my feverish nights, my grandmother wiped my body over and over again. Anxious to sleep, walk in the courtyard in early autumn, wait for the body to cool down and then hold me to help me cool down.

Even without my parents around, I had love in my childhood.

These loves allow me to bravely face all the hardships in my life without my grandmother. Because there was a person who gave me all my love and warmth.

I'll never hold those wrinkled hands again. The deceased is like a sif, and the living are long gone. Only a better life is the best memorial to the deceased loved ones.

This year, I will go to my grandmother's grave to give her a bouquet of her favorite flowers.

Netizen: Geng Xiao

Before my father died, he left me a message: Take good care of your mother. For that sentence, I had provoked her to be angry, and to cry, and eleven years later, I didn't know what I was doing right? Wonder if the father in heaven is satisfied?

Her mother, 82 years old and from a rural area, was unable to enter the school and attended "literacy night school" for seven days, barely knowing a few words.

In 2011, after the death of her father, her mother's spiritual pillar suddenly collapsed: at that time, her hair fell down a lot, and the whole person was thin.

"Mom, people can't come back from the dead, you just cry every day, my father can't come back, he looks at you in heaven every day, we have to wipe away our tears, go forward alive, let him rest assured in heaven, ah." 」

I planned to enroll my mother in a calligraphy study class, but when I heard it, I simply refused: "I don't go, I don't even know how to write strokes, nor have I ever taken a brush," In the continuous study, she gradually had new changes: she made new friends and knew more and more new words.

After the opening, I signed up for a poetry recitation class for my mother, but I didn't expect that after the first lesson came back, my mother cried bitterly: "I will never go to school again, the teacher looks down on me, you beat him for me." At that time, my mother was 72 years old, and looking at the tearful and aggrieved old man, my heart was broken, but I had to stop learning.

Later, with her to learn vibrato, shoot videos, learn to recite... Anyway, it was to arrange homework and did not let her idle.

Nowadays, Aunt Huairou lu has become a well-known elderly Internet celebrity in Huairou, and she is still participating in the activities of the volunteer service team in her eighties! In the future, I will also assign homework to my mother, because: this is not only my responsibility, but also her mission!

After all, happiness is always on the way!

Netizen: Huang Dakuan

《Qingming》

The village entrance is gone

You greet the figure

In the warehouse of my hometown

The hoe and sickle cane are quiet

Stand in the corner

Chew on the years that used to be

When I was ignorant

You took me to the ancestral grave to worship

Put a tribute to draw a cross

Set the paper money on fire

Mumble in your mouth

This year qingming

I'm going to repeat everything you've done

For you

March 2022

Netizens: Tweet and Autumn Autumn.

The one who had the deepest impact on me, and the one I felt most guilty about, was my grandmother. Even the day she closed her eyes I wasn't there for her. Before leaving, I saw her sleeping, didn't say hello, and I never saw her again. When I came back, the spiritual hall was set up, and there was no one in the bedroom, and it had already been cleaned up. When the coffin was closed, I said I wanted to take another look, but I was refused, saying that children should not look at it. My grandmother hadn't read books for a few years, but she was more sober than anyone else, and she encouraged reading and writing and taught me how to be human. The time spent with her was the most spiritually abundant time of my life. Miss you.

Netizen: Endless learning (Wu Xinmin)

"Sacrifice of Parents"

During the Qingming Dynasty,

I want to find it in my dreams.

A glass of sake sprinkled with loess,

Two lines of tears moisten the lonely grave.

May the pro-heaven be at peace forever,

Don't be distracted by your children and grandchildren.

Gently wipe the new tear marks on both cheeks,

Next year today, we will offer our relatives again.

A word and a tear

Xiaobian's heart was deeply touched

Time flies

We stride forward

The struggle does not stop

But on one late night in the middle of the night

Think of the loved ones around you

Ah Xing remembered his grandmother's thin body

Let tweet with autumn autumn. Grandma with a heart full of heart

Geng Xiao obeyed his father's will and held up a piece of heaven for his mother

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No matter how long it takes, the person in the depths of my heart is still there

His or her influence on us is long and profound

The thoughts are getting stronger and stronger

Remembrance is important

But it is more important to cherish the person in front of you

Cherish the present and live every day

Care for your loved ones

It is the greatest remembrance of the deceased loved ones

Photo editor: Yuan Jingming