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early spring
Author: Ping Jiayu
Excerpts from Early Spring
Update time 2008-10-19 20: 08:19 words: 3 185.
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In a trance, DuJiazhong returned to the cold gloomy evening five years ago. In the cold wind, the yellow weeds around the cemetery twisted and struggled desperately. The leaves of several sparse buttonwood trees withered, revealing thin branches, like claws reaching out to the sky to grasp.
The thin figure outside the wave is stored behind DuJiazhong, with his hands on DuJiazhong's small shoulders, and his expression is callous. Tears in his red eyes filtered the light. Grandpa stood upright, the autumn wind pulled his gray hair and beard, and the wrinkles on his face were as stiff as those carved with a knife. Aunt Liu Qiuxian leaned her head on grandpa's shoulder and sobbed. Father Du Gude hung his head deeply and was silent. After DuJiazhong's death, a large number of relatives and friends were set up, all with gloomy faces and gloomy clouds.
DuJiazhong looked stupefied, tears filled her eyes, and I saw a black shadow pulling too many chefs into a hurry. When the tears rolled down, I finally saw that my mother was being slowly pushed into the grave. Du Jia shivered in loyalty, woke up from ignorance and jumped on him, clutching his hands at the tomb. A desperate thought lingered in his heart-"I'll never see my mother again. What should I do in the future!" Tears ran down my cheeks. I cried in a daze, and everyone was coaxed and pulled. One by one, his "mother" and "mother" called me sad and I couldn't stop crying. Sister-in-law came forward and hugged DuJiazhong tightly. She choked up and said, "Be good, don't cry. Mom is asleep. Don't wake her ..." I convinced myself and cried even harder. Finally, I choked up and couldn't speak. They seized the opportunity to quickly seal the tomb door. ...
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