Yesterday I had a dream that I got to my grandfather’s hometown. I picked many wild fruits and plants those I haven’t seen many years with my father in the dreams. I was so happy that I even didn’t want to wake up from my dreams.
When I opened my eyes,I couldn’t help missing my grandfa.The Qingming Festival is coming I suddenly realized.
I heard a few storys about departed families. One is that the ghosts you afraid of are the people who are missing yearn day and night, so I’m not afraid anyone when I’m alone.Maybe what we should take care more are the evildoers.
The other story is that the late people we love deeply hardly come out in our dreams.Because after they visit us in ours dreams we will get sicked,to avoid this trouble,they just express their cares by other way,especial in the rainny days.The rain water is the media that connecting the underground and the agrounds.
It must be the grandpa is missing us. It reminds of me a word that the dying is not the ending of lifes,the forgetting is.
Wish all the kind people have a happy ending.
