During the Qingming Festival, drizzle fell on this ancient land like threads. This is a time full of poignant beauty and sorrow, paying homage to our ancestors, remembering the lost relatives and friends, feeling the fragility and impermanence of life, feeling the tenacity and tenacity of life, and appreciating the awe of life.

Rain is one of the symbols of the Qingming Festival. Rain is used to pay homage to deceased relatives and to express our thoughts. It is like tears of life, silently flowing on every green leaf, every stamen, and in our hearts. It washes away the dust in the world and also washes the soul. The rain is like a dream, as if telling a distant story. The passing years are like dust wrapped in drizzle, dancing with the wind and drifting in the long river of time. During the memorial ceremony, I feel the reincarnation of life, experience the distance between life and death, and reflect on the meaning and value of life.

Rain fell outside the window, like fine stitches, stitching the gaps between heaven and earth. The raindrops hit the window, making a ticking sound, as if it were the low sound of nature. The rain during the Qingming Festival is the rain that nourishes all things. It is also the tears in the sky. It is a remembrance and admiration for lost life.

Are those deceased relatives wandering in this drizzle and looking for us? Are you also missing the past and lamenting the impermanence of life? Their smiles, warmth and companionship seem to be right in front of us. However, they have left, leaving only our thoughts and endless regrets.

Strolling on the trail outside the Third Ring Road, feel the coolness and wetness of raindrops on your face. The green wheat seedlings in the fields sway in the rain, as if to tell the vitality and vitality of spring. An inexplicable sense of comfort and joy came over. It turns out that there are pain and loss in life, as well as hope and future.

Rain flies during the Qingming Festival. This is the passage of time and the reincarnation of life. Describing the traces of life by missing relatives, and also looking for the lost time in your own lives. Be grateful for the encounters and companionship in life, and also grateful for the loss and growth in life. Everything recovers, and life radiates with new vitality under the nourishment of rain. Those withered branches are full of green under the baptism of spring rain, and those withered flowers are reborn under the comfort of spring rain.

Life is beautiful and infinite possibilities. May we all find our own happiness and growth on the journey of life.

(This article was originally published in China Petroleum News)

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text:Northwest Sales He Baoxian

edit:Summer Yuqing

editor:he Li

audit:Li Xiangyang

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