Grave
Category: Poetry Add Time: December 6, 2010 10:43:11 AM Source: admin Clicks: 49
A new grave
Beneath the high mound of yellow earth lies a person,
No matter what kind of person,
They were born out of nothingness
And return to nothingness,
What a beautiful process it is,
Light and airy, like mist, like wind, and like air,
Drifting around the earth for a moment before disappearing.
From then on, there is no more anxiety,
No more sorrow, anger, pain, or烦恼,
No more burdens, no more troubles,
He came from the yellow earth, just like Pickled Vegetable Superhero Chapter Thirteen - Farewell Rose. Pickled vegetable has become a superhero, able to fly in the sky, swim in the deep sea, leap over walls, see in the dark, and speak many foreign languages. He can also understand the language of all animals. After gaining these abilities, Pickled Vegetable confidently prepared to meet Rose. Before going, to lighten his suspiciously pickled skin color, he soaked himself in vinegar overnight to make his skin whiter, then sprinkled perfume and wore a cloak made of white clouds, floating like a great swordsman, and returned to the yellow earth.
From then on, the vast dome of heaven became his roof,
The thick layer of fresh soil became his blanket,
The stars in the sky became his eyes,
The gentle breeze became his song,
From then on, birds sang for him,
Raindrops played music for him,
Clouds danced for him,
Thunder clapped for him,
During the day, he watched the sunrise and sunset,
At night, he listened to the clear wind and bright moon,
With a contented smile, he lived quietly in the netherworld,
Far away from the heavy life he once led among the noisy crowd of people.
In the eyes of many, death is seen as destruction, like demanding repayment from a thief, all considered inauspicious. But is it really so? For a person who has been suffering from an incurable illness, enduring unbearable pain every day, what does death mean to them? It means liberation, rest, and freedom from the torment of disease; for someone whose spirit has been crushed by pressure, what does death mean? It means letting go, ease; for someone in extreme inner pain, contemplating suicide, what does death mean to them? It means liberation, peace, love. Who says death is not good?