What did Ding think of ...

I walked over and came back ... Why is there a "tripod" at the intersection of Yingbin Avenue-black, with a round belly and concave eaves and two "ears"?

When it reminded me of ancient times, I quickly turned around and took a photo with my mobile phone. The four golden characters "dedication" are extremely eye-catching. Oh! I finally understand. With the approach of Tomb-Sweeping Day, many citizens have to burn paper at the crossroads. Ding is specially designed for the convenience of the citizens, which shows how intimate this city is!

Careful observation reveals that a long tradition of sacrifice has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. It is not only a national public sacrifice, grave sweeping and flower offering activity, but also a popular folk memorial activity. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, ghost paper was sold at almost every intersection, with piles and dozens of piles, some with brown fine lines, and some with dark yellow coarse linen paper engraved with round copper coins. There are also modern large denominations of Mingbi, with tens of thousands and billions. Gold ingot, sold in bags, looks quite tall. In normal times, it is necessary to manage roadside stalls, but few people ask about paper stalls and turn a blind eye. In late spring, pear blossoms bring rain, and Haitang is like a cloud. Piles of golden coins have become an indispensable part of a city, just like spring outing, flying kites, making cakes with money, taking off Toona sinensis and frying Toona sinensis fish. ...

I used to be young and my parents were alive, so I didn't care much about these things. With the growth of age, it is like white hair on your head and wrinkles on your face, gradually coming out of your blood and becoming an indelible part of your body. It reminds you of the source of life and the destination of the future. My grandfather and father, who grew up in the north, took root in that black land because of the crusade, and their separation from their native land began from their generation. With the unique stubbornness of the people in Guanli, it began a difficult reclamation for more than half a century. This land is selfless and vast. It never favors one over the other and supports strangers who take refuge in it one after another. Finally, grandma, grandpa and grandma were all buried on the mound in the north, and only the dead grandpa was guarding the ancestral grave in Guanli. I remember when I was a child, every Chinese New Year, my father and uncle would go to the north of the moat on the fifteenth day of the first month and send lanterns. They made a lamp out of tin cans and candles, walked more than ten miles in the dark, sent it to the cemetery and placed it in front of grandparents' graves. I think it's because grandparents are afraid of homesickness. Sending them a lamp can light up the way home. ...

On such a spring day, a city has fallen asleep under the sea of flowers. Almost overwhelmed, even petals are flying in the air, and flowers are scattered all over the floor. Begonia just blossomed, and Ren Mei Mei and Ye Zimei fell all over the floor. Pear blossoms are like snow, and it is drizzling. How many parting thoughts fill my heart. In the early morning or evening, the planetesimals are still in full swing, and the dim street lamps illuminate one section after another on the way home. There are always white-haired old people who come to the crossroads with help. The reason for burning paper at the crossroads is that the crossroads extend in all directions, and relatives anywhere can receive the grief sent. ) In the east, west, south or north, find a place close to your loved ones and light piles of yellow paper. Flames are flying, and the jumping flames reflect wrinkled faces and muddy eyes ... Every time I see such a scene, I will stand for a long time, staring at the beating flames and piles of charred ashes and asking myself, who do you think of?

The year before last, Tomb-Sweeping Day was also the season when begonia bloomed, but high school students died of illness. In a year, only one reincarnation of bloom's fallen flowers took away a living person, and from then on, Yin and Yang were separated and never met again. Now, thousands of miles away, I can only wander under the begonia tree and think of the once vivid life. I dare not even send a comforting message to his wife. It's been two years. I wonder if she can put it down and start a new life? (He and his wife are classmates) Feel free to open the mobile phone photo album and WeChat collection. The scene of our party is vivid, as if it happened yesterday ... Many people are like a tree. No matter where you are, how to spread your branches and leaves, there is only one root. That is your hometown and the people associated with you in your hometown. The imprint left by your hometown will accompany you all your life, including your temperament, your eating preference, your accent and your dreams. ...

Now, we have entered the era of high-speed flow. Mangosteen in Fujian is mature, and you can eat it when you go to Sanya or Harbin for the first time. Durian imported from Thailand can be eaten at the seaside in Xinjiang or Qingdao. In Hainan, northerners can be seen everywhere, while in Shenyang, Liaoning, Cantonese and Zhejiang people can also be seen everywhere; In any city, you can eat Sichuan cuisine, Guangdong cuisine, western cuisine, northern cuisine, and sour, sweet and spicy snacks with various tastes and characteristics. People with black, white and brown skin can be seen in any city, but now there seems to be no difference between skin color and nationality. We often hear the word "second hometown". How many people have never left the land where they grew up since birth? Everyone is a tree, just like ginkgo in the south can be planted in parks in the north, and pine and cypress in the north can also survive on the hillside in the south, although it takes a long process to survive, take root and grow. Therefore, when an old man religiously lights a pile of paper money, you must never laugh at him. He pinned not only his thoughts on his deceased relatives, but also his feelings that he would never give up his homeland.

A few days ago, my parents insisted on going back to the small mountain village where they had lived for decades. My brother and I both expressed our support. There is almost nothing there except an old house, a hundred poplars, some trivial things and old furniture. But parents are willing to go back. Of course, they can find and ask about land ownership, sell those trees, go to grandparents' graves and see if the new quilt has been bitten by a mouse … and so on, in one way or another. Brother said, go home. It's warm in summer, so you can stay in your hometown for a while. My parents were born and raised in Shandong, and Heilongjiang is only my second hometown, but they have lived there for most of their lives, and too many memories in their lives are related to this. How can I forget? This year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my wife and I will go back to my hometown in Yanshan to visit my grandparents' graves, and my parents who live in my home are downstairs to discuss when to burn paper. Whether it's Shandong or Northeast China, it's still cold. They can't go back for a while, so they can only light pieces of paper money at the crossroads and pin their infinite thoughts on their deceased relatives.

Ding was the earliest vessel created by our ancestors, and later became a sacrificial object and a national treasure. Ding has been used for thousands of years, which occupies an important position in the history of China's material culture and is also one of the symbols of China's national culture. Standing at the crossroads today is not a good example of cultural inheritance. I believe that it carries people from all directions with an extremely inclusive attitude, which is the connotation of culture and a belief. It is in this piety that this nation has lasted for thousands of years and formed a thick river of culture. ...

At this time I came back from my hometown and walked across the street. Those "Ding" have disappeared, and its mission has been completed. Only those flowers, continue to be magnificent, with endless grief!