忆清明南在南极

作者:上官博康人气:2561更新:2021-07-12 22:00:09

匆匆忙忙中 ,终于赶上了那天的末班车,无论多累,都是值得的!急急切切下 ,当车门开启,于那个微风凛冽的清晨,终于回到了家 ,无论多远 ,也忘不了那个方向 。清明,一个属于逝者也属于生者的节日。忆清明,用我最隆重的方式去祭念我那些最亲爱的逝者! 那天早晨的天空很是阴霾 ,寻觅不到半点儿可以耀眼的光芒,这或许是每个季节都有它自己的秉性吧?晨风凛冽带有些许刺骨,浑然感觉不到丝丝的温度 ,这难道是每个节日都有它自己的体温吗?清明,一个属于过去也属于现在的节日!忆清明,用我最隆重的仪式去祭念我最爱的亲人! 才发觉路上的行人寥寥无几 ,儿时的那种风景已然不见了踪影,心情很沉重,这本是个不该去遗忘的季节 ,可记得的又有几个人几多情?顷刻间,我想到了小时候,清明时节 ,路上的行人很多 ,一个两个三个的都是要去到不远处的那座小山祭拜那些远方的亲人!小时候觉得扫墓是件轻松的事情,跟着大人们的队伍爬山,煞是过瘾!长大后 ,扫墓是场严肃的仪式,带着对亲人的怀念与不舍行走,沉甸十分!我也终于明白 ,大人们为何要带上自己的后代去祭拜先人了…… 写给我最深爱的母亲: 一年的轮回,我的头发长了的同时,不觉间 ,你的坟墓竟也荒芜了不少,远远的望见便已心酸,近近的看着更是心痛!我很努力的除去了坟前的那些荒草 ,哪怕是满头大汗,也不觉得累,生活本如此 ,尽致淋漓方才痛快!当冬去春来后 ,你已在这里静静地躺了一年半有余,一层黄土,竟隔开了两个世界 ,分离了两个最亲近的人!那年最后一别,自此你在山上安了家,我在你的心里落了户!那种感觉总在失眠的时候才知道叫做思念 ,那种顿悟总在思念的时候才明白是不舍,那种情怀无论白天黑夜都懂得是心痛! 天空终究没能熬过这场阴霾,下起了雨 ,这像极了你当时的天空,最终也没能熬过那场阴霾,撒手人寰……一点一滴浮上心头 ,都心痛!看着地上的贡品,我泪眼朦胧,抬头望向远方 ,硬是将眼角里那些还未落下的液体给咽了回去 ,只是双眸看不见那些更远的远方!浮生若茶,挽不回从前,劫后重生 ,忘不掉过去!此生,那些错过的机会,那些还未来得及的孝顺 ,那声声没能唤住的挽留,愿来世不要再错过!就这么的,一直呼唤到来世 ,把你留住,继续那些错过的曾经,所有的所有! 那天的雨不大 ,却很浓,就那样一直的在毛着。人生何尝不是这般,阴霾久了的天空 ,注定了一场雨 ,或大或小!那年,我最后一次抚摸你已冰冷的脸,答应过你清明节我一定会回家 ,亲自到你的坟前给你上香,以慰你的在天之灵!去年,我没能回家给你上香 ,这成了我心里的一道痕迹 。清明,这个属于你也属于我的节日,今年 ,我回来了!你的坟堆在了山上,任凭风吹雨打后,却结在了我的灵魂最深处 ,是我心里一道永恒的伤痕!那刻,我的脚下便是我日思夜想的你,踩得你疼吗?我踩在了自己的伤痕上 ,真的好疼好疼!清明 ,那个思念与被思念的节日,将我幻化成了那柱香,随风飘去那个有你的远方 ,幻化成那一地的纸钱,随火而生而逝,照亮那段我找寻你的夜路!我的思念原来是滴泪 ,悄悄地落下后,潜入到那个有你的地下,陪你伴你直到永远永远…… 写给我的祖先们: 家里的祖坟很多 ,这是我小时候的清明节跟着大人们去爬山才知道的,不是一般的多!那些我未曾谋面的先人们,愿你们能够永恒的安息 ,岁月弄人,我错过了你们的前世,时光转换 ,你们也错过了我的今生 ,于你们,这是我今生最大的遗憾!倘若真的有另外的那个世界,请你们等我 ,到那时我们共饮那杯!清明节,这个属于前世也属于今生的节日,这个一年才一次的时刻 ,地面上的人何不浓烈些,以告慰那些地下的逝者呢!你们后继有人了,安息吧!清明已过 ,再忆清明,这个清明我回家了,告慰了我的先人们 ,也安慰了自己的心灵!清明节,一个属于先人也属于后人的节日,忆清明 ,以我最隆重的方式去祭拜我的先人 ,忆清明,用我最浓烈的感情去渲染那些已逝的天空!当做完那一切,下山后 ,我在家中很安稳的睡了一觉,久违的舒适……

英译版本:

In a hurry, finally caught up with the last bus that day, no matter how tired, it is worth it! Urgently cut, when the door opened, in the early morning of the micro-wind, finally returned to the home, no matter how far, I can't forget the direction. Clear, a festival that belongs to the dead. Recalling Qingming, use my best way to sacrifice my dearest deceased! The sky in the morning is very haze, looking for less than half a bit of light, this may be that every season has its own bans? The morning wind is born with a little bit of bones. It doesn't feel the temperature of the silk. Is this a festive body temperature? Qingming, a holiday belonging to the past! Recalling Qingming, use my most grand ceremony to sacrifice my favorite loved ones! Only there were very few pedestrians on the road. The scene of the child had no trace, and the mood is very heavy. This is a season that should not forget. How many people do you remember? In an instant, I thought of a child, the Ching Ming Festival, a lot of pedestrians on the road, a two three are going to go to the hill that is not far from the far-reaching loved ones! When I was young, I felt that the grave was a relaxed thing, climbing with the big people, and it was a fun! After growing up, the grave sweeping is a serious ceremony, with the nostalgic and persevering of loved ones, and the sand is very! I finally understand, why do people have to bring their own descendants to worship the ancestors ... Write to me the most loved mother: a year's reincarnation, my hair is long, don't feel the room, yours The grave is still ridiculous, and I have been saddened by far. I have a sadness of my heart! I am very hard to remove the absurd herbs in front of the grave, even if it is full of sweat, I don't feel tired, the life is so, do you have a good time! When the winter is coming, you have lying quietly in a year and a half, a layer of loess, I have opened two worlds, separated two closest people! At the end of that year, I have a home in the mountains, I am falling in your heart! That feeling always knows that I am thinking about thinking. When I am always thinking, I will understand that it is not satisfactory. If the feelings don't know how to be a heartache during the day! After all the sky, I didn't have a haze. I have a rain. This is like a sky at that time. I finally didn't have to pass the haze, and I've been able to get through the haze. Looking at the tribute on the ground, my tears, look up to the distance, hard to give the liquid in the eye, swallow the liquid, just doubleI can't see those far away! If you are loving, you can't get back, you will be born behind it, you can't forget it! This life, those miss, those filial piety, the sound of the sound, no longer whatever you want! So, always calling the world, keeping you, continue those who missed, all all! The rain in that day is not big, but it is very strong, it has been in the same time. How is life, a long time? It is destined to have a rain, or big or small! That year, I finally stroked your icy face, promised that you will go home in the Ching Ming Festival, give you a fragrance in front of your grave, to comfort your spirit! Last year, I didn't come home to give you a fragrance, which became a trace in my heart. Qingming, this belongs to you, this year, I am back this year! Your grave is on the mountain, after the wind is blowing, but it is the deepest place in my soul. It is a eternal scarf in my heart! At that moment, my feet is my thoughts, you think you, stepping on you? I stepped on my own scar, really hurts! Clear, the festival of the thoughts and the miss, will illusion into the fragrance, floating with the wind, the paper money that has your distant, transit into the place, born with the fire, illuminate the paragraph I look for Your night road! My thoughts have been tears. After quietly falling, I sneaked into the underground, accompany you to you forever ... Write a lot of the ancestors: The ancestral grave in the family, this is the Ching Ming Festival after my childhood The big people will be able to climb the mountain, not a general! Those who have never met, I hope that you will be eternal, the years, I missed your past, time conversion, you also missed my life, for you, this is my bigest regret in this life! If there is another world, please wait for me, then we drink a cup! In the Ching Ming Festival, this is a festival that belongs to this life. This year is only a moment, why not be strong on the ground to comfort those deceased! Someone is behind, rest in peace! Qingming has passed, then recalls Qingming, this Qingming, I am going home, and comforting my first people, but also comforting my heart! In the Ching Ming Festival, a festival belonging to the ancestors, recalls Qingming, worshiping my ancestors in my most grand way, and reflects Qingming, use my most strong feelings to render those feverful sky! When I finished everything, after going down the mountain, I slept very well at home, long-lost comfort ...

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