In the early morning, the funeral procession moved slowly on the road. The deceased was a young driver. A group of people were waiting on the side of the road holding elegiac couplets. When they saw the team coming, they joined the team silently. Others joined the parade with wreaths from roadside shops. The funeral procession is getting longer and longer. People don't know this young driver, but people are mourning for him. His five-year-old son was held in turn, and people cried at the little white hat on his head.
The young wife of the deceased (hospital nurse, my colleague) got help from someone. She was very sad and surprised that her husband had so many people to see him off.
Before driving that morning, my husband seemed to have a hunch and went to her nurse station to say goodbye. Before leaving, he whispered in her ear, "Honey, buy me a beer tonight."
When people sent the driver's body to the hospital, when she learned that her husband had an accident, she sadly grabbed the bottle of beer and smashed it on the wall, cutting her hand. Looking at the debris on the ground, she ran to the store like crazy and bought a bottle in her arms. She sobbed and said again and again, "He said he would come back at night,,,,"
But the husband will never come home again. People were afraid of scaring her to see him. They wouldn't let his wife, who was crying her eyes out, see him until the undertaker gave him plastic surgery.
The husband's face is pale, bloodless, and his expression is painful, as if he were very tired. It is said that his wound was at the waist, and blood flowed from it, which dyed half the pond red.
The husband's tanker was hit by a drunk driver's truck, so he had enough time to jump out of the cab to save his life. However, he found a bus speeding ahead. If he doesn't give way urgently, he is bound to hit it, which will be a more serious accident. Not only passengers on the bus will be killed or injured, but also gas tanks will explode, endangering roadside shops and hurting more people's lives.
At this point, his two big hands are usually so strong, but now they are too soft to lift. On the right, a truck hit him askew, and on the left, a big river pond. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and drive a tanker and resolutely rushed into the pond, which was the last sprint in his life. When the panicked people on the bus jumped out of danger, when his colleague jumped into the river crying and pulled him out, he stopped breathing.
People on both sides of the road witnessed this thrilling scene, and they were shocked when they realized that the young driver had saved their shops and lives. Many people shouted, "Help him!" People followed the ambulance arm in arm to donate blood to him. It was at that terrible and painful moment that he surpassed himself and won the deep condolences of so many people.
When the hearse slowly passed by the accident site, people on the roadside lit firecrackers to see him off. Looking at the young portrait in front of the hearse, people groaned.
Later, whenever his wife missed him, she felt relieved. She whispered, "honey, rest in peace." Your funeral is very grand, and even prominent people may not get such sincere condolences. "
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The 200W light bulb shone brightly over the mortuary for five days and five nights, completing two major events in the world: marriage and funeral.
The deceased was a girl named Xiaomei, who had just been in the factory for three months. Violation of safety operation leads to death.
Xiaomei is the youngest daughter in the family and the apple of her parents' eye when she was growing up.
When the director's father collapsed in a chair, sadness made him love and pity.
After all, my mother is a woman and heartbroken. She couldn't help blaming her husband: "It's all you. It's okay for you to let Xiaomei go directly to the office. What's more, after a few months of exercise, her life is gone, poor daughter! "
The mortuary suddenly became lively, with people coming and going, some visiting, some helping and some delivering things.
The mother thought of her daughter's funeral with a runny nose and tears.
Xiaomei likes French perfume, and someone responded immediately, looking for a nearby overseas Chinese family to buy it, even if she paid double the price.
Xiaomei likes crocodile leather bags, and someone immediately promised to buy them by boat.
Xiaomei likes it. ...
A woman knows better than her mother. When her mother thinks about it carefully, she cries and points to a dozen rare items. Everyone responds enthusiastically and walks around.
Some people do things without worrying about their mothers. Someone turned over piles of paper money and read it to his mother while burning it: "Miss Xiaomei, this is one million, and this is ten million ..."
Others are making tin foil ingots, paper horse paper carts, which can't be put into coffins. Things that can't be bought are made into paper and given to their mothers to burn. There are also people who cut wood and sew shroud. Please ask Mr. Feng Shui to choose a treasure to build a grave, and everything is available.
Father just lowered his head and closed his eyes, and tears flowed into his stomach.
Burial, of course. How can a mother have the heart to send her daughter to be cremated when she sees her daughter's tragic death? She always insisted on burial and nanmu coffin. But this lonely girl went up the mountain, and her mother cried her eyes out at the thought of her only daughter: "Xiaomei is only nineteen years old, with a flower and a bright water, and she doesn't even have an object." My Xiaomei, how can a person live in the mountains? "
One word spits out maternal love. Then someone got the message and whispered, "Yin matches."
I learned that a young man died suddenly in a nearby village not long ago, so I invited a teacher of Yin and Yang to pick up the horoscope fortune-telling. This is a perfect game. So, the happy event and the funeral were done together, and at the same time, we quickly informed the mountain to build a double grave.
Someone asked the director's father for advice. The father sighed, closed his eyes and said, "According to her mother ..."
The wedding and funeral are finally settled. The next morning, there was silence. Mr. Zhao Guang, dressed in black, supported the coffin and sang: "Everything in the world is difficult, making flowers is easy to color, and being an official is easy to judge. Father Rong Zigui walked in front, decorated with lanterns, and Xiao Niang was happy for her parents' safety. " (Little Niang is a local name for a girl)
This lyric has no certain rules, but it is just a slap in the face to the dead and the living. The old man looked at more than 100 powerful people in the mortuary, raised his voice and continued to sing: "extending in all directions, friends from all directions came, and the yin matched Yuanyang as a fairy, crying badly."
So the traffic was busy, and a long dragon, the horn whimpered and firecrackers roared, was sent to the mountains.
It is the season when grass seeds germinate wildly. Unfortunately, Yuanyang's new grave has buried the living and a pile of grass has disappeared from the wasteland.