Hundred Days Festival Prose Essay

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, Ajun has been gone for a hundred days.

At around seven o’clock in the evening on March 28, while I was talking on the phone, people kept calling me, so I had to end the conversation in a hurry. I called and it was my sister-in-law who called me and said that my neighbor Ajun was dead and wanted me to come and help.

I was deeply surprised by Ajun’s death. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, my motorcycle couldn't start. He took my pulse and asked me to step on it with my foot. I tried several times but failed. After looking at it, he touched his big nose and laughed loudly and said, "How can it start when you turn off the ignition switch?"

He laughed so hard It's very exaggerated, very romantic, and has a pungent smell of alcohol. I always care about face, and his smile attracted a lot of people's attention, but I didn't feel embarrassed. We are very familiar, so familiar that we don’t need to care about the details. Besides, lines are separated by mountains and I rarely ride motorcycles. It’s normal for me to be careless like this.

I went there in a hurry. His house faced the village street, and several neighbors had already arrived before me. Everyone felt that the top priority was to put up raincloths on the village streets to prevent violent weather when the deceased returned home. Also, there was rain in the weather forecast.

I was a little nervous about setting up the tent, inviting my husband, preparing dishes, etc., but it was still orderly. During this period, everyone was talking about topics related to Ajun: some of him did not listen to advice, was addicted to alcohol, and would die from drinking sooner or later; some were sad about his misfortune and angry at him; some were hearsay and biased; Some explain things in simple terms and express emotions... I am a deep thinker. Based on my understanding of Ajun, my views are slightly the same as others but very different.

Ajun has been very smart since he was a child. He can speak and sing. In addition, his tiger-headed appearance and Saddam-like fleshy nose give people a very cute feeling. Due to the hard-working and capable parents, he has never suffered any hardship since he was a child. He can be regarded as a child who grew up soaked in sugar water. This is a fatal flaw in his life.

After Ajun entered the society, he had experience in farming, working, singing and repairing machinery. However, after he became obsessed with playing cards, drinking and surfing the Internet, his life changed. Especially the latter two.

After getting married, the couple went to work again. Because of drinking and surfing the Internet, their normal work was naturally affected. Most women are motivated, vain, and impatient. Ajun made the same mistakes over and over again, and she had many episodes in her heart, such as running away from home frequently. After she left, Ajun had no intention of doing anything. He could only suffer in searching for his wife, and found solace in even more drinking and surfing the Internet. She hates that iron cannot become steel, and he is filled with pain. As a couple, the husband is reasonable and the mother-in-law is reasonable.

In order to keep their son’s family intact, his parents worked hard. His daughter has been raised by her grandparents since she was born. The couple often had conflicts while working, and the two parents took their daughter-in-law home many times to raise her. They hoped that Ajun would give up his bad habits and hoped that his daughter-in-law would never run away from home. However, a long-standing habit is hard to change, a strange bedfellow, a good family, just suffering, guarding, and accommodating...

She left again, impossible to guard against, very decisive. For more than two years, she has not made a single phone call, even to her daughter.

Ajun is passionately devoted to her. When she left her husband and daughter behind and found another way out, she could no longer look forward to her lover's return. He was heartbroken and in pain. Because of a man's dignity, many times he has swallowed his grudges and hatred for his lover in cups of bitter wine and sang one sad love song after another. How many times did he stumble, crying with runny nose and tears: I don't miss her, I'm just worried about the child, afraid that she will take the child away... Is this really the case?

Whenever this happens, I will advise him: The daughter is the product of your union. She is the mother of the child. You cannot prevent the mother and daughter from recognizing and getting along with each other. This is also the same for the child. This kind of harm; the daughter is over ten years old, and she has legal autonomy; in addition, she has grown up under the care of her grandparents, so she will leave the two old people easily? When your child grows up, can you control her? ... He has never suffered any emotional setbacks since he was a child, but he still can't get rid of the longing for his lover. Every time he thinks of her, he always pretends to be his child.

He has always been protected by his parents and has never had the pressure of life. Therefore, he is mostly in a state of unemployment and emptiness. I have advised him many times to find some work. Although it is difficult, it can temper one's will, not be empty, and have income. With money, you can regain a man's confidence and dignity. I have encouraged him many times, asking him to make use of the vacant house facing the street and open an agricultural machinery repair business. It is the same as his hometown and the business will definitely be good. He said there was no cost, so I just said that I could find someone to help him. However, his parents said that this year is his birth year and he is unlucky, so he should wait until this year. For him who has no self-discipline, who dares to easily say that there is someone to help him?

In fact, Ajun has ideals. He once told me that when his luck improves, he will do things. He will live the life of his brother within three years. However, his alcoholism is too deep and his self-discipline is too poor. As long as he is slightly sad, he will drink even when he has nothing to do, and he will be in a mess once he drinks. "Using alcohol to drown your sorrows makes your sorrows worse." In order to get him to stop drinking, his family tried every means, but how could this be a solution? He bought wine at all costs and hid it all over the mountains and plains. Occasionally, he would drink other people's wine even if he didn't want other people's money. Therefore, many people asserted that he would follow in the footsteps of his grandfather and uncle and die of drinking sooner or later.

I once advised him: The reason why human life is precious is that it is a one-time consumption. If something happens to you, who will care about you? As time goes by, you will be forgotten, and when the time comes, your death will be worse than that of a dog! In fact, many people tried to persuade him to say harsh words, but they all wanted to do his best.

However, he could no longer extricate himself. The emptiness and impatience of inaction, the deep longing and entanglement for his beloved wife, the addiction and illusion of the Internet, he could only forget himself in the burning of alcohol. At about three o'clock that afternoon, he drank in Yuanguping Town. When he returned home, he bought his mother a smart phone, weighed a few kilograms of small river fish, and fresh vegetable lentils, and rode his motorcycle. The speed of the car must not be slow, the alcohol must have made him bold, and he must have no sense of safety. When passing the seat belt in Lien Zhudong, it must have been just a bump, but the seat belt became his killer. According to fellow villagers who came later, he and his motorcycle had fallen to the ground. At that time, except for some small wounds at the corner of his right eye, there were no other marks. He could speak, stand and walk unsteadily.

An acquaintance took him home, drunk, and took my pulse on my motorcycle. Who would have thought that after having a few arguments with his mother at home and being scolded by her, he would hire a car and go to town? After that, he drank a lot of wine and said he was going to Wangjiaping, a neighboring town. At about seven o'clock in the evening, he fell on the road in a neighboring town and collapsed forever.

When he was sent home by 120, I helped lift the body from the car to the wooden board. I even touched his blood on my hands. He looked very peaceful, as if he was asleep, especially after his brother washed his face. I helped him put on his clothes. There were no scratches on his hands, but there was a bump on his left temple, which felt soft to the touch. I asserted that what killed him was his fall in Lianzhu Cave. His skull was bleeding at that time, but he was unaware of it. Drinking again in town worsened his intracranial bleeding. Judging from the wounds, his right forehead hit the ground directly, and he was unprepared because there were no wounds on his hands. However, some people raised objections. Since it touched the ground on the right side, why was there a blood bag on the left temple? I interpret it as a "hedging" effect. If you hit a bucket full of water, hit the right side, and the waves will rise on the left.

In fact, Ajun’s nature is kind. His "disobedience" has almost no harm to society. On weekdays, when he is not drinking, he is sincere to others, generous with money and materials, and cheerful. If someone's chain saw, motorcycle, tiller, or rice thresher breaks down, he will be there whenever called, diligently, and without any complaints, except for being severely drunk. Some charge a small wage, some receive a pack of cigarettes, and some take nothing. Therefore, his death, no matter how you say it, is a loss to the people in his hometown. Otherwise, after all this time, why would anyone still be nagging him?

It is said in the Book of Fleeting Times: In the third year of his life, A's army was in trouble and escaped the help of noble people... However, he could not escape the disaster. Rather than saying that Ajun died of drinking, it is better to say that he died of love.

His merits and demerits in Qianqiu are judged by others. People in his hometown commented on him as: kind-hearted, charitable, loyal and loyal; short-sighted, poor in self-discipline, and harmful to society.

The dead are the greatest. Words have no domain. I wrote this "Hundred Days Sacrifice" to commemorate Ajun.