On the emotional beauty of warm tombs; when it comes to warm tombs, many people may not understand. In fact, tomb warming is a local custom and a funeral culture. Warming the grave means burning five pieces of paper money in the grave. Let's share the emotional beauty of a warm tomb!
On the emotional beauty of the warm tomb 1 "wait a minute, wait a minute." When the body of the first martyr was about to be buried on the south slope of Wansong Mountain, Luo Shunchu quickly said, "One more thing, wait a minute."
Zu Hong Zhong, a farmer in Suijiadian village, not far to the west, is digging a grave. In the village, Luo Shunchu greeted him several times. Usually, he just shouts "Luo" and walks away. At this time, he leaned on his hand obediently? Boss, the handle has stopped
Hot air blows into the pine forest on the mountain, which makes people feel much cooler. Luo Shunchu looked dignified and slowly looked up at the warm river flowing slowly in front of the mountain. The clear river shows silver spots in the sun, like scales on a dragon.
He looked back and slowly told people around him, "Go to the village to buy some paper money. I want to warm the graves for these heroes who died for the country. "
"Warm tomb?" The people around him didn't understand, and Zu Hong Zhong turned to him doubtfully.
Luo Shunchu said in a low voice: "When I was a child, I saw in my hometown that when I was buried, every time I dug a grave, I had to burn five pieces of paper money, which meant that gold, wood, water, fire and soil were all available. The villagers called it a warm grave.
The heroes who need to be buried this time come from all directions, and the customs and habits of different places may be different. I think we will hold a tomb warming ceremony for them one by one, so that they can live here and never feel cold. "
When Zu Hong Zhong heard this, his heart moved and his eyes were a little hot. He couldn't help saying, "Great, great."
Someone reminded me: "Political commissar Luo, our producers are materialistic, so"
Luo Shunchu nodded: "Yes, we have established dialectical materialism."
He looked to the northwest. "When I was in Yan 'an, I personally listened to the dialectical materialism taught by Comrade Mao Zedong. Especially as a formal student in the third phase of Anti-Japanese University, I systematically studied the world outlook and methodology of dialectical materialism.
However, Comrade Mao Zedong said that we should combine the reality of the China revolution, seek truth from facts, proceed from reality in everything and avoid dogmatism. "He gave a," ha ha, digress.
Warm tomb is a folk custom and a funeral culture, which cannot be simply linked with materialism and immaterialism. That's it, hurry to buy paper money. "
When a soldier went to Suijiadian Village to buy paper money, Luo Shunchu chatted with Zu Hong Zhong: "Fellow, we have met many times and haven't talked about it yet."
Zu smiled: "Political commissar Luo, you are really busy. You are busy fighting the devil. How dare I delay your kung fu? "
"Yes, I have been in Shandong for four years, and I haven't lived and fought with the Japanese devils yet." Luo Shunchu changed the subject. "Let's talk about it. I am 29 years old. How old are you? " Nazu Hong Zhong said, "I am 3 1 nominal."
Luo Shunchu hurriedly said; "Oh, in nominal age, I am 30, so you are my brother."
In this way, they became closer and closer. Father said in his heart, Luo political commissar, like ordinary people, is not like an official at all.
After buying paper money, Luo Shunchu took it first, gently put it on the ground, pressed it on the paper with real money, and then left hand in front and left hand in the back, and began to draw the paper slowly.
The yellow pieces of paper whirled away. He combined the five pieces into one and put them aside. Then carefully paddle the folded paper on the ground and fold the five sheets into one. It was not until a knife of paper was completely folded that he stood up and stretched himself.
The burial ceremony began, and Luo Shunchu jumped into the grave with a stack of burnt paper. Zu Hong Zhong quickly took out flint and sickle, jumped down, smacked out Mars, and slowly blew out the flame.
Paper money is burning and turning gently, from yellow to black and from black to white. After the warm tomb, the remains of the martyrs were carefully buried.
Two years later, Luo Shunchu went to the northeast battlefield and left the Yimeng mountain area where he worked and fought for more than six years. Zu has been farming in Suijiadian Village, and he will never forget the intimate conversation with Luo Zhengwei in Wansongshan. He kept chanting the trace of Luo's political commissar and telling the story of Luo's political commissar in the navy, Beijing and Shenyang.
Luo Shunchu also has deep feelings for Yimeng Mountain. 198 1 Before his death in Shenyang, he told his family and people around him to scatter his ashes on Wansongshan Mountain.
This year, Zu Hongzhong was nearly seventy years old, and he was already senile. He heard that Luo's political commissar was going back to Wansongshan and came to the mountain with crutches early in the morning.
Relevant personnel and local leaders were present, and when the ceremony was about to be held, he came forward trembling: "Wait a minute, wait a minute.
There's one more thing for political commissar Luo. Wait a minute. "When people were in a daze, he carefully took out a stack of five neatly burned papers from a cloth bag he carried with him." Therefore, political commissar Luo refused to bury his grave, but I still want to warm his grave. "
By this time, he had already used a lighter, only to see the flame come out with a snort when he turned his thumb. He slowly picked up the burning paper and approached the flame.
The people around you said nothing, but their eyes were all wet, and they couldn't help looking at the warm river flowing in front of the mountain.
People often say that dogs are the most loyal friends of human beings and spiritual animals.
In Vera Carlos Bass, a small town in central Argentina, there is a German shepherd named Cupidon who has been guarding the grave for six years. The owner of the grave was Miguel guzman, who died suddenly in March 2006. He bought this dog from the pet market in 2005 as a birthday present for his son 13.
The captain is descended from a German shepherd. She was born less than a month ago. She was as hairy as a black ball and was bought home by guzman.
Maybe it's just weaned, maybe it's because I left the dog mother too early. The captain was timid and trembling all over. As long as a person walks a little heavier, he will curl up with fear, his mouth will make a "cry" sound and his body will tremble with surprise.
Like a frightened baby, at this moment, guzman held it in his body and patted it with his hand. The body, like a baby, until it calms down. At night, I made a warm nest for it with a sweater and put the milk powder in a bottle for the baby to suck and care for it.
Two months later, Capitain became a cute little handsome dog. When guzman's son came back from school, the captain flew to the young master's side. Its furry little tail swings like an electric fan, running around the little master's side, and sometimes turning a few somersaults with joy.
When the young master stopped and bent down to shake hands, the captain stopped, squatted on the ground, propped up two front legs, looked at the young master with almond-shaped eyes, stuck out his red tongue and licked the young master's hand.
The slightly rough tongue licked the little master's hand until it felt crisp. When he saw the little master's hand still stretched out, the captain, like the master, put one front foot on the ground and scratched the other foot for the master. The master grabbed its foot and shook it for a while like a handshake, and it completed the ceremony of welcoming the little master.
As the captain grew up day by day, he became more and more naughty. Maybe it's because the roots itch before teething. The captain often likes to use the shoes and socks that the young master is drying in the yard as toys.
On this day, while the master was not looking, the captain bit a shoe and played in the yard. Its mouth tightly bit the heel of the shoe, and its two front feet jumped on the shoe and chewed hard.
If you feel dissatisfied, just throw it on the ground. I pity a pair of good shoes, and in a blink of an eye, I am scarred, horrible and unrecognizable.
When the master came home to see this scene, he got angry and picked up the stick. The captain was so scared that he huddled under the coffee table, with his tail between his legs, and hung his head like a child who had done something wrong, even afraid to go out.
In the blink of an eye, the captain grew into a tall and strong watchdog. His hair is black and shiny, his big ears stand on end, and his long red tongue sticks out, imposing.
Squatting at the door of the host's house every day, whenever a passer-by approaches guzman's door, Cupidon will give a whining warning sound, which will make people who try to get close shudder. People say that guzman's family has a capable security guard who can't talk.
As for guzman, whenever he comes home from work, there is still some distance from home, he whistles. Soon, the captain came to meet his master like the wind. As soon as he saw him, he jumped up excitedly, wagged his tail like an electric fan, grabbed his briefcase with his mouth and ran to the living room.
After the host sat down, the captain sat at his feet, and the captain walked away contentedly until guzman patted him on the head.
One year after Capitan came to guzman's house, guzman died of illness, and the whole family felt deep sorrow. His family buried him in the cemetery in the town. After the funeral ceremony, they found no sign of "captain" at home. They thought the captain was missing or dead and didn't care.
But a week later, when I went to the cemetery to pay homage to guzman, I found the figure of "Captain" in front of his tombstone. However, what guzman's family can't figure out is that guzman's home is quite far from the cemetery. They have never taken "Cupidon" to the cemetery. I don't know how it found there.
At that time, it wandered around the whole cemetery, stopped after finding the owner's tombstone, looked at the photos on the owner's tombstone, sniffed them with its nose, and then lay on the ground, accompanying the owner's grave.
"This scene is heartbreaking," said Veronica, guzman's widow. "When we found it, it barked and whined at us like crying."
When guzman was alive, Veronica didn't like Cupidon, because it increased her housework burden, but Cupidon's grave keeping moved Veronica.
In a blink of an eye, more than six years have passed, and the captain has stood in front of his master's grave rain or shine. This kind of "righteous act" has never stopped.
It walks around the cemetery every day and goes back to the tombstone to sleep around 6 pm. Even if guzman's family took him home, he would still go back to the cemetery to accompany his master.
Many animals are covered with skins, but they have a grateful heart, which is as precious as human beings.