On April 3, Wuhan residents went to the cemetery to pay tribute to their deceased relatives and friends.
On the eve of Qingming Festival, 320,000 people crowded the cemetery in Wuhan, chrysanthemums were once again sold out all over the city, and the traffic on the road was as boundless as a dragon, a scene that once again touched the hearts of Chinese people. A few days ago, an article describing Wuhan’s tomb sweeping on the mainland internet was hotly circulated, reawakening people’s painful memories of the city’s closure.
The article was deleted from the Internet, but the article has been reprinted in large numbers, and the following is the full text (slightly abridged).
The greatest suffering in life is parting.
The biggest regret is to miss.
Last night, Wuhan shed many tears.
This article.
Dedicated to those who may not hear.
Our thoughts are with you.
Never stop.
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Yesterday, Wuhan was cold and wet, and it rained all day, and everywhere I could smell the fishy and savage dampness.
Old people say that ghosts don’t walk on dry roads.
Perhaps the people who left last year, are rushing back to see their relatives.
There is a comment on the Internet, read the instant tears.
“Every year it rains at Qingming, only this year, Wuhan rainy season is longer than ever.
Because a lot of love has had to each rest in peace.”
Qingming Festival rains not rain, is the tears.
Those who left the scene at first sight and were suddenly taken away by death, the heavens have heard your sadness, and families have rushed to meet each other, so don’t rush anymore.
After the epidemic, Wuhan’s first Qingming Festival, the first night, the streets were dark and crowded with people, the traffic was like a dragon, boundless, clusters of dim lights, dull and bright.
(Internet photo)
This jammed road is a mourning belonging to last spring.
There is a beautiful poem, love begins to feel that the sea is not deep.
It says, in fact, the sea is not deep, but miss a person deeper than the sea.
However, behind this longing is the painful regret, the scars of millions of families.
In fact, since last week, Wuhan mausoleum ushered in the peak, the most time, a tombstone, gathered 320,000 people bleak and repressed tears.
(Web screenshot)
Why go to the tomb so early? Did they forget that it was only a few days before the Qingming Festival?
The answer is silent.
People visiting graves in Wuhan. (Web screenshot)
Too many people left Wuhan last year, so if they concentrated on visiting on Qingming Day, they would have been overcrowded.
They had to hope that when there were fewer people, they could feel their way to the familiar tombstones and say a few heartfelt words to the people lying in them, without being disturbed.
This cautious and mature thinking, in front of the sad reality, is forced to choose.
Two months ago, on New Year’s Eve, a similar crowd was staged here.
There is a custom in Wuhan that if someone died back then, family and friends would buy a bunch of chrysanthemums on New Year’s Eve to express their condolences.
(Web screenshot)
So this devastated city, on New Year’s Day, the most common thing on the streets is not the bright red lanterns and the ear-splitting sound of firecrackers, but people holding chrysanthemums, walking blankly on the roadside, suddenly crying.
In the snap of a finger, it’s already been a year.
The past winter was full of heartache for Wuhan people.
The coming spring is overflowing with Wuhan people’s mourning.
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Do you remember the heartbreak outside the funeral home?
(Screenshot from Weibo)
Last year and today, Wuhan, long queues of people receiving ashes.
Perhaps we only saw the heavy backs of a bunch of people, it was as if they were pinched by fate, pinched by the invisible hand, lifting upwards, what bitterness, all choked in the throat, watching the people sit and stand uncomfortable.
But behind the silence, are gouging flesh like pain.
There are several stories like this.
At 3:00 that afternoon, it was pouring thunderstorm in Wuhan, but there was still a small car of urns that had not been unloaded.
In the heavy rain, a large part of the early queue had dispersed, except for one old grandmother, who waited in the rain for a long time, as if her feet had taken root, without the slightest thought of leaving.
People have come forward to persuade the old woman into the shed to hide from the rain.
The old man shook his head.
She said that she and her partner had been married for more than 60 years, and had never been separated, and her partner had gone so long this time, she must be in the nearest place, waiting for him to come out.
People say that every time you say goodbye, it’s best to push a little harder; say one more sentence, it may be the last; take one more look, it may be the last.
The real farewell, there is never any warning, neither outside the long pavilion by the ancient road, nor persuade the gentleman to finish a glass of wine, we still think that the future is long, but see the last side of this life.
There was an anti-epidemic nurse who died of infection.
Later, her father, mother and brother, a family of several people, all left the world one by one because of the virus.
And the ashes of the family were cremated and no one could claim them.
It is a tragic story.
I don’t know if they will be afraid on their way to heaven.
I only hope that across the endless wilderness, in heaven, the family will be reunited, the father holding the brother, the mother holding the sister, the family of four can continue to live happily together.
There will be no sickness and no more separation.
Sometimes it really feels as if people are punished for coming into this world.
We have to keep fighting against separation all our lives.
It’s just that sometimes it’s not enough.
For some people, it is a lifelong nightmare to watch their dearest ones pass by one by one.
In the long line of ashes that day, there was an 8-year-old boy.
His mother and father, a couple fighting the epidemic, had both died.
The little boy did not know the meaning of death, and when his community aunt took him by the hand to the funeral home, he was still happy to get his mom and dad’s ashes and said excitedly, “Dad, mom, can we go home now?”
Then he turned his head, fluttered his big innocent eyes and asked the aunt in confusion, “Are they sick yet? I miss my mom and dad so much.”
Perhaps, when he was a little older, he would understand that his mom and dad would never come back, that they had become two tiny graves.
Later, no one will send him to school, no one will secretly put the change in the small school bag, hungry no longer eat mom’s hot meal.
But this is the truth about growing up.
People on the ground, one by one, go.
The people in the sky, one after the other.
Maybe there will be a reunion after all.
But we had to survive the pain of longing, pick up the fragmented emotions, put together a pretend strong self, to have the courage to live.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into. When the person who accompanies you wants to get off, even if you do not want to leave, you should be grateful, and then wave goodbye.”
The most bitter thing in life is parting.
The geese are nowhere to be found, the fish sink to the bottom of the sea, the letters are broken, and the messages are cut off.
But the living, how much more pain of longing? How much love is needed to fill the desolation of the heart?
Cherry blossoms are blooming, park children are playing, the elderly are playing chess on the roadside, food stalls have reopened, the night market is bustling, Wuhan Bridge has resumed its usual traffic flow, the city is slowly gaining popularity.
But the city’s scars have not yet healed.
Qingming Festival rain, pedestrians on the road to break the soul.
Wuhan has been raining for many days in a row, maybe there are many sad people this year, suddenly understand the meaning of Qingming, is to remind everyone.
The mountains and rivers are solemn, the grass and trees are sad, and the Qingming is a time for remembrance.
When our lives are on track, do not forget those tragedies, please remember that we have actually hurt.
And more important than the pain is to reflect.
The reason you can’t see the darkness is because someone is in front of you.
Don’t forget the martyrs who died.
And please cherish what we have now.
The most bitter thing in life is parting, and the biggest regret is missing out.
Cherish the people in front of you, cherish the love of this moment, the sun does not always rise tomorrow.
If it is hard to be happy, then I wish you peace. The winter is over and the flowers are blooming again in spring. May the deceased be strong and the living be vigorous.
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