Festival·Chaotic reveries

Author Li Jinglin

(一) Funeral with Fireworks

Just follow the brilliance and sound, your fleeting life ends here, leaving the world with the beauty and brilliance. Your life is your grandest funeral. You spend your life blooming the most beautiful smile, letting the world look up to you and let the world admire you. But we will never know how you feel. You spend your whole life planning your own funeral, and then use your own funeral to make people laugh.

In this short life, maybe you have not experienced laughter and sorrow, joy and tears. But you must have shed tears at this moment, otherwise, how could the wisps of smoke in the dark night still convey sadness and separation? You and your brothers and sisters lit up the night sky of the city with your lives, and the light smoke seemed like you were leaving in long skirts. You divide your body into several bright spots, which are brighter than starlight but not as eternity as starlight. You have witnessed thousands of human emotions in this moment of your life. You are moved by them and silently bless them. You may not know what happiness is, or you may think that this time you are just happy for no reason. You know how to cherish and be satisfied. You also hope that the magnificent funeral you spent your life building can do more for the world, for example, lighting up the hearts of two people.

The night sky is your birthplace and your grave. The invisible grave will be forgotten by most people in an instant, but I will not. Whenever I gaze at a certain point in the sky, no matter day or night, I will remember you, the light you spent your whole life shining on the sky, the funeral you prepared and performed for yourself, the smile you left with a smile like that, and your blessing to all mankind----That belated blessing.

Thank you and wish you peace.

(2) Red memorial

After the New Year, can you still laugh?

After the New Year, where will you go?

Your bright red smiling face has long become a routine and a pattern in this program. People are buying you and looking at you mechanically. You also completely don’t have the kind of treatment your predecessors received, the kind of treatment where children laughed around and adults watched with joy. Although your frame has changed from bamboo to plastic and steel, your skin has changed from red paper to red cloth, and your heart has changed from the burning candle to an electrified lamp. Everything has changed, including you and people's moods. But you are still smiling, and you still give people warmth like that. You know, that is your responsibility, but what about the rewards you get? Too little, too little.

You always hope that your light can bring back the old feeling to busy people, that feeling of being busy and having fun. The world has failed you, hasn't it? I know that you have been left out, but your arrival always makes the world different from usual. Although it is only for a moment, decades later, people will still think of you on this day and the warmth of decades ago. Think of the beautiful memories you left for people.
Your presence is getting less and less year by year. The red scene in the whole building is no longer visible. You are also lonely year by year. I wonder if there will be a year when only one lantern is lit on the entire night of New Year's Eve. That lantern must be handmade, the oldest, simplest, most authentic and reddest.

The decline of your family may be a symptom of the increasingly dull Chinese New Year. After this year, you may be thrown into a corner to collect dust. When this time next year, people will find you, look at your mottled colors, shake their heads, throw you into the trash can, and then buy a new one, or simply don’t buy it, and let the taste of the new year fade away year by year.

I always feel that your red light is actually a soul, a soul of the Chinese New Year. And this soul disappears year by year. This is your sorrow, the sorrow of the country, and the sorrow of the Chinese New Year.

I would like to use a big red paper to record my mood at this moment, to commemorate the atmosphere that is being diluted, and to commemorate your red smile in advance.

(三)The departure of firecrackers
With a loud explosion, your body ceased to exist, turned into thousands of confetti, slowly falling, and finally, fell asleep on the red carpet paved for yourself. This carpet does not lead to the wedding hall, nor to the grand and solemn ceremony, but to the rickety Naihe Bridge.
After drinking the Wangqing Soup, you embarked on the next reincarnation. When you picked up the bowl of soup, you did not hesitate at all. Wrapped in layers of red paper was the heart that wanted to be freed from bondage. You look forward to the countdown in your heart when the fuse burns. You look forward to the moment of freedom. That freedom is really just a moment. For this moment, you even risk your own life without regrets.
You didn’t hesitate and finished the bowl of soup calmly. Because isn’t that the purpose of your life? Just use a loud sound to prove your glorious existence. Compared with the eternal life of inaction, you prefer this.
In the firelight of you and your companions, I seemed to see a smiling face. This is how you die together with a smile on your face.
Leave people with such momentum and heroism.