Change the poem "Qingming" into a narrative prose (more than 600 words)

Qingming Festival

It is Qingming Festival soon. There is always something to pay tribute to. It is the most profound thing to mourn for those who have passed away. However, the past is gone and can never be returned. It is time to reminisce. How could it be that they were just deceased. If something has touched us deeply, when it is lost, will we think of paying homage to it during the Qingming Festival? Or years, or experiences, or the innocence of the past, those beautiful things that once existed but seem to have disappeared now, will they all come to mind at this moment of recalling the past?

Qingming is always accompanied by the drizzle, revealing the coldness and loneliness of spring. The drizzle is as thin as sorrow. How many people linger in this sorrow... The weather begins in the evening The gloom has turned down, and the slight coldness makes people feel like the heart-breaking drizzle during the Qingming Festival. The sigh of the years and the awe of the past pour into the heart. We shouldn't be so emotional, so many things require us to forget our own moods, our beautiful and sad little thoughts, and our initial persistence... But if we lose them, we will also lose ourselves. How easily a person can change into another person under the wash of time and the halo of the world. On this Qingming Festival, let’s be in awe of the past that we were unwilling to change but were powerless to change.

Ching Ming Festival

Ching Ming Festival is a festival that makes people think deeply.

Ching Ming Festival is a day for people to express their longing for the deceased and leave a memory for themselves. Their festival of time and space.

Qingming Festival, a festival that allows us to ponder the meaning of life and death.

Qingming Festival, a festival that allows us not to Forget that we cannot forget people’s festivals.

Tomb Sweeping Day, to be more precise, is the day when I miss and miss my dad.

Dad, that love I, the person who loves me, is gone. . .

The person who made me act like a spoiled child is gone. . .

The father who has not yet received his daughter's filial piety is gone. . .

Many times I feel like I am in a dream or in life, talking to you, talking to you, you are so kind. You are so kind.

Every time. . . I reach out to pull you and tell you not to leave. . . But you still left and just told me to take good care of myself,,,

Take care of mom and listen to mom. . . , you still left. .

All that was left was the tears that woke me up. . . . .

Dad, don’t worry, I am no longer that willful little girl. . . I grew up. . .

Now that you are gone, we understand that there are still things you can’t let go of.

More about mom, I know and can understand,

Since you left. She shed countless tears. She was in great pain, and she burst into tears several times.

The crying is more about missing you and longing for you.

Don’t worry, Dad, we will do our best to take care of Mom.

Qingming Festival is the pain of missing my father.

Finished these. . . Tears also soaked the keyboard. . . I really do. . . I really miss you. . .