How long is the sky and how far is the earth...

The faces of dead branches and rotten leaves, the touch that breaks when touched, and the mottled feelings overflowing in the air, the time that no longer exists has witnessed this brief round of destiny.

Footprints, in this deep mountain, step out of a pious mud. The freshness after a heavy rain always exchanges the natural charm for people to take some interesting breaths, inhale and exhale wisps of silence, and outline the delicate clumps.

This place is not a barren mountain. Her name is Taoyuan Stream. As the name suggests, it is a natural paradise. It seems that when the world created her, it had already planned to give it a permanent mystery. Therefore, the Lord eliminated all unnecessary cognitions in order to retain the freshness of every close contact with the world. In fact, without the false name, you can avoid the hustle and bustle, and this is the meaning of existence here.

Because this is a cemetery, a place where countless souls rest...

It is here, an inconspicuous corner at the back of Yushan Mountain in Changshu, but it has an entrance, a road, an end point... a destination for the souls of ancestors of thousands of families.

This is also the location of my family’s ancestral grave...

I can’t remember how many times I have come here to pay homage to my ancestors. I only know that I am becoming more and more familiar with this place. I can now walk around the potholes that I was led through in the past, and when asked about everything related to it, I can also recount my family treasures... In any case, in the words of my father, I must understand this land and believe in this land.

So, I let myself see my own growth, with the pace of every ancestor worship, the state of mind every time of sweeping the tomb...

Keep moving forward...
　Facing the tombstones of my ancestors, I began to transform my thoughts into piety. Just a simple bow can represent a long-lasting memory.

May... rest in peace...

I can hear some echoes in the silence after praying. This is the response and answer given to me by my ancestors.

Every time at this time, the mood is always very calm, without the noise and hypocrisy of the city, everything is transcended and returned to the beginning, returning to simplicity.

If one day, you on the other side of the sea need to remind yourself of something, you will understand the meaning of a handful of hometown soil to a person.

Falled leaves return to their roots...

Because of nostalgia, I chose to integrate myself with this land, forever...

I can understand why my ancestors chose this place as their destination...

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Burial is not death, but commemoration...

To pay homage is not to be sad, but to be grateful...

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It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying...

Author: Lin Shen