In the tomb-sweeping day, it was raining heavily, and another year was coming. Standing alone in front of your tomb, a bunch of flowers were worshiped. Tears could not help stretching along the corner of your eyes, and thousands of thoughts in your heart turned into one sentence: can you be well in that world? Time went back and went back to the days three years ago. It was also a spring. The apricot flowers in the yard blossomed. You said: Girl, you can eat apricot before long. I looked at the heavy flowers on the branch happily, looking forward to the yellow appearance of apricot trees all over the tree. I couldn’t help feeling a little sour on the corners of my mouth. I know that I am your hope. Since you were young, you have taken care of me like taking care of fruit trees and vegetable gardens in the courtyard. When you were 8 years old, you asked me to study hard, you always ask me to get up on time at 7 o’clock every morning. In order to urge me to get up early, you always advance 10 minutes in advance of the exact time. When I grasp this rule, I will always reach out a little finger from the bed after you call me girl N, move, and say mischievously: Isn’t this move? For this, you are still not angry, or repeat the alarm that only belongs to me over and over again. And when I came home with the certificate of merit, you would always use a big frame to show it and hang it on the wall. Therefore, I have been trying hard to satisfy your hope. When I was in middle school, I clearly remembered that I had attended more than 1,000 night self-study classes, and you took me over 1,000 times. Every time after school, not far from the school gate, there will always be some familiar coughs. I know that is the signal that you told me that I can go home safely. I came over and pulled you up from the cold stone pier, so, against the backdrop of countless moonlight, two figures, one tall and one short, moved forward slowly. Later, I went to college and was far away from home. I only went home once a semester. I like to sit in front of Grandpa’s booth for repairing shoes at the school gate and listen to the comments of “white-brow warrior” and “seven chivalrous and five righteous” we only in such a scene can I enjoy your spoiled time. The countless thick backs on the way to school on rainy days, the countless figures looking forward to at the door when they came home from school, and the years marked with love went like this. Just when we were full of expectation for apricot to fill the yard, you went there without any omen or enough time for me to miss. You lay in the hospital bed for three days, the three days without opening my eyes are eternal for me. I hold your hand with my hand, and I try to stop your cold steps because of my warmth, but what I waited for was getting weaker and weaker breathing. I remember that day was tomb sweeping day, a day that I will never forget. It has been three years, and the days are long or short. When I tidied up my hair this morning, I found a silver thread, and I am old, too, she was no longer a naughty kid who got into the bed. When I told my daughter the story of my childhood, she would also get into the bed, move her little finger and say don’t rush, I’m moving. I listened and wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t laugh. I missed you. Before the tomb-sweeping day of this year, under my mother’s reminder, I bought you a lot of fruits and snacks that you had never eaten before according to the custom of my hometown, the one who loves me most and my beloved grandfather, I don’t know if you can be well in that world? Is there an apricot tree in your home at this time? Is it already full of apricot flowers?

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