The annual mountain sacrifice broke the silence of the night.

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Qingming comes without warning, but there is always a special feeling for Qingming. Can a mountain full of sacrifices really reach the destination of the soul? Can you get the peace of underground people? When depression is clear, it is always easy to think of a sentence: if you don't cherish it when you are alive, why should you kneel in front of the grave when you are dead? Indeed, if you don't cherish it when you are alive, you will know to retain it when you die, and you will spend time and money with underground people to live in peace of mind. This is human nature, thinking that we can live up to the underground people and make amends. What's the difference between this and stealing a clock? Just fooling yourself. ...

The flowers in front of the grave bloom, thank you, and then bloom again. Looking at the crowds that flow all over Shan Ye year after year, the flowers are helpless. People under the grave are even more helpless. When they reached the grave, they had to look back and look back, but they left a mark on their hearts. It is regret, helplessness, and helplessness. They regretted just looking back.

The rain is muddy and misty on the grave, just like a heart swept by a sieve, and the bloodshot line falls on the grave. Looking at the crowd all over the mountain, the sad world is full of joy and joy. This ironic contradiction is heartbreaking, and this way of atonement makes them feel relaxed. The flowing smoke all over the mountain is filled with contradictory space. But in the end, it will only dissipate in the air, merge with heaven and earth, and finally understand the true meaning of existence, but it is too late, and there are only contradictions in the contradictory space.

The graves are evenly distributed on the hills, but ignorant people don't know that the graves are as empty as their hearts, their bodies are gone, their souls will fly far away, or have dissipated long ago, and they will only turn in a cycle-they will go to a new cycle one by one, kneeling in front of the graves one by one and returning to the graves one by one. This absurd cycle ...

The mountain stream gradually dispersed, leaving only lonely graves, and the night will gradually cover the hills. They are also afraid of leaving in a hurry? The night drew down the curtain of the performance, and the leading role and supporting role finally left this depressed place. No dead branches in spring matched the tomb fortress. When night comes, they will remember, is it Qingming today?

The hazy Qingming gradually rises and drifts. Finally, there is only a virtual shadow, an ethereal virtual shadow, which has broken the shackles of the tomb castle and gradually drifted away. ...

Qingming, or dead? ...