Chapter 3 third quarter

Both rooms were opened and were still as clean.I don't quite understand why the locked room is locked. When we come here every year, once we open it, the inside is always clean, there is no dust and cobwebs in the corners of the walls, and the floor is the same as at home. So yellow, can sit, can roll?The swastika windows were pasted up with white paper.The tables, chairs, and canopy beds were all polished to a shine.The things we bring, as long as they are well laid out, will be suitable.But every year when they came here, as soon as Mom and Dad entered the room, they would always smile at the old man who walked in heels: "It's hard for you, Mr. Deng! I have tired you for a few more days!"

The main room is not big, except for the shrine for the ancestors, there are only two large square tables.We worship our ancestors here every year, and our family has two meals a day. There is always only one table.The eldest sister said that one year, my uncle, my aunt, my second uncle, my third aunt, my aunt, my cousin Qian, my cousin Luo, and a few others came here together for the Qingming Festival. Three tables were set up, and it was very lively.She often talked about it with her mother. The second sister still remembers some, but I can't remember anything. Behind the main room is the inverted sitting hall.Opposite is a thick earth wall.There is a wide and high flower platform against the wall, with some flowers and plants planted.On both sides of the flower platform, there are two big bauhinia plants; there is also a papaya plant, which they call the iron-footed crabapple and the rhododendron.Beyond the wall is a grave, the grave of our whole family.One is built with stone strips on the edge, and the soil is extremely tall. It is said to be our old tomb for more than a hundred years.The remaining eight are all smaller; but there are all stone tablets and stone altars in front of the tombs.There is also a small one by the corner, without a stele or worship platform, it is said to be the grave of the old king and the second master.Old Wang Erye is Wang An's grandfather, a capable old family member of our great-grandfather, who once fought with our great-grandfather Lan Dashun and Li Duanfu, so he had to be buried in our cemetery after death.

The cemetery is very large, with two or three mu of land.There are big cypress trees in the middle, and the top one is bigger than the Confucian Temple and the cypress trees in Wuhou Temple.There are also more than 20 Hebao Dazhi trees.The dense shade is everywhere, and you stand underneath, as if you are standing in a big green tent.Daddy often said that these big trees were said to be big before we bought them as cemeteries.In addition, the ginkgo and plum blossoms planted by my grandfather are very large.Along the side of the living ditch, there are all alder and neem trees, with sparse branches and leaves, which are extremely beautiful.On the side of the ditch, there is a dense, thick and green wall of barbed wire.It is said that this is stronger than any fence.Not only can thieves not crawl in, but even dogs can't get in.

Dogs, Uncle Deng’s family has two thin and old black dogs.But they are very afraid of people, and when we came, they all hid; when it was time to eat, they slipped under the table with their tails between their legs to guard the bones.As soon as Wang An saw it, he always beat him out with a window stick. The cemetery is our blessed place, and it is this place that people miss the most when we are studying in school.My second sister is three years older than me. When we arrive, we always wash our faces and rush to the garden.On the green and tender grass, jump, run, and roll.The second sister likes to say that the grass is fragrant, "If you don't believe it, climb down and smell it!" Yes, it really is fragrant.Tired of jumping, I would sleep on my back on the grass, and look at the sky covered with colorful clouds from the green branches and leaves; I feel the sense of emptiness around me, as if it penetrates from my skin to my internal organs. You don't want to roll around.The clothes are wrinkled, the braids are frizzy, and I don't care.The eldest sister who has always managed us more strictly than my mother, when she came to arrange our clothes and braids, she was not as angry as she was at home, she just said, "It's so annoying!" Sometimes, she also sat on the grass. All of a sudden, she didn't dare to jump, didn't dare to run, she had small feet, and she was wearing high-soled shoes.