Lily Love

It's too late, and it's too late to go to the hospital... Is everything predestined?Birth, death...a person cannot be brought back to life, that's how grandpa was...

Everything has been prepared for the funeral.The elders set down the palanquin beside the funeral pyre.The mother went up, closed the dead man's eyelids, and according to the custom at that time, put a copper coin into the dead man's mouth, so that he could pay Xing Long as the boat fare for crossing the turbulent Akailun River.Then, the widow kissed the deceased on the lips, and said loudly according to the custom: "Goodbye! According to the order arranged by God, we will follow you." The musicians began to play mourning music, and the devotees With a sound, many of the animals designated as sacrifices were brought to kill, and their blood was mixed with milk, honey, and wine, and sprinkled around the funeral pyre.When all this was over, the mourners began to pour sesame oil over the pyre, throw spices of all kinds, and pile up innumerable laurel wreaths and wreaths.There were so many wreaths that they not only covered the whole woodpile, but were thickly piled up around the woodpile.A thunderous applause rolled over the Place de Mars in answer to the homage paid to the dead by the young triumphant and marshal who conquered Africa.A burst of flame burst out suddenly, and then spread rapidly.At last, the whole pyre emitted countless winding tongues of flame, and was enveloped in clouds of fragrant smoke.

The deacons holding the white paper with the word "Yin" wearing long black cloth gowns and a thick, long and wide belt made of white cloth buckled around their waists, just came from Walking to the large living room which is the mourning hall at the gate, they rushed back to the dog gate to "introduce" new hangers-all of them were sweating profusely from exhaustion. Before 10:30, the eight people in this class could sometimes sit on the wooden bench next to the "drummers" at the gate for a minute or two with their buttocks pointing up, wiping their faces with the white cloth belt around their waists He used the white paper with the word "quote" instead of the fan, took a breath, and complained that Mr. Wu San didn't want to use more people, but when the poisonous sun hit his head directly, the diners rushed in like a tide, and everyone The two groups of drummers at the gate and in front of the mourning hall were blowing without breathing, and the group of deacons who "led" the way were like machines running back and forth, and they didn't even have time to complain, at most. I happened to look at the six deacons serving in front of the mourning hall, secretly envious of their good luck.The horn of the car, the flute, the suona, the small class gong, the mixed "sorrow and music", the errands crowded around and shouted "somewhere to pour tea, somewhere to open soda", the quarrel at the fare where the car departed, The yelling of people patrolling and spying at the gate to drive away idlers; the spicy smell of cigarettes and the smell of sweat on people's bodies; all of them formed one piece, permeating all the halls and rooms of Wu Mansion and the garden covering an area of ​​eight or nine acres.

When the ceremony was held, Wang Junkai felt a kind of panic, a premonition of the future, and couldn't stand up.Finally, the corpse was put into a coffin and nailed up.Then the undertakers put the coffin on the hearse and set off.He only walked the whole street with him.When they got there, the driver suddenly drove the car into a gallop, and the old man ran after the hearse-crying loudly, but the movement of running made the cry tremble every now and then, and the old man ran after the hearse.On and off.Then his hat fell off, and the poor old man did not stop to pick it up, though the rain beat on his head, and the wind blew up again, and the snow and rain kept stinging and beating his face.He ran from side to side of the hearse as if he didn't understand the cruelty--the sides of his old overcoat were blown like wings by the wind.There are books bulging in every pocket of his clothes, and there is a particularly large book under his arm, which he holds tightly to his chest.When the funeral procession passed by, the passers-by took off their hats and made the sign of the cross on their chests. Some passers-by stopped and stared at the old man of Si Lian in astonishment.Now and then a book slipped out of his pocket and fell into the mud, so that someone called to his attention that his book had fallen, and he stopped, picked it up, and ran to follow the hearse.At a corner of the street, the grandmother followed him until at last the hearse turned the corner.

The grandmother said her last farewell to her wife calmly, wiped away two tears secretly, and began to comfort her crying son. "Wake up!" The thunderous praise shook the clear sky, and the people of the whole village set off following the funeral procession... The crematorium was on the beach by the river outside the village.The firewood, sandalwood shavings, ghee, honey, rosin, sal resin needed to burn the body there have already been prepared. ... When the body was placed on the large and magnificent pyre ... the funeral pyre was lit ... the fire in the son's hand, this is really not easy, put the husband, son, grandchildren, relatives Friend, servant—everything on earth, all left in the blaze, he... went to heaven.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of of for for the first time but also..." There were crying voices everywhere... Shiny teardrops rolled in his eyes, and then, big, round, shining teardrops rolled down his cheeks , drops on the corners of the mouth, on the chest, on the ground.