When I am with the 80s or 90s, I can often hear them asking each other.
"Hey! Someone is still there? I haven't seen it for a long time!"
"Who, who, who should have
died long ago! Still dragging it?" Death is obviously a taboo word, but it seems that there is no excitement for them. Going to Hexi, a group of still old people went to the mourning hall together, chatting and laughing, showing no pain at all, but it was like walking away, asking the deceased to go to the other side to take care of them first, and everyone would follow.
I even listened to a group of elderly people coming out after paying homage to their remains, and said with a smile: "Wipe rouge and powder, it is more beautiful than living!"
"Her shroud was made with me! Not bad, right? Very decent!"
I don't know. , The old man is really not sentimental in his heart. At this age, there are many more friends in the mountains than in the cities, and he is already bearish on death, or feels that he has a longevity, has enough to live, and feels calm? Or is it boring to live in old age and sickness, it is better to drive back to the mountain?
And those heirs, after the death of the old man, they hung red and gold as happy funerals. The meaning of joy is to thank God for giving the old man a longevity, or does Anqing finally get rid of this burden? After all, it is death. Is it because the elderly live longer that the living will not be sad?
However, there is a "filial piety man" who said the truth:
"Think about it! The old man was over ninety years old when he died, and I was almost seventy years old! A 70-year-old man didn’t know the day of his life, so he looked down upon death. Besides, the old mother can walk in front of the old son and have a posthumous grief. It should be happy for her. If I die first and let the ninety old mother go to the funeral, it will be sad!” I
heard an old gentleman laugh again Hehe said:
"Death is a thing for young people! When I was in my 30s, I saw a friend who died prematurely, I was scared, and sad. Later, my grandparents, my parents, my parents, and a lot of old people were sent away. My friend, my heart is paralyzed long ago! So God has good intentions, let us learn to recognize death step by step from dead relatives, dead friends, to our own death! Take it lightly!"
I remember reading a true Western story:
a group of old gentlemen raised money to buy a bottle of precious old wine, and agreed to enjoy it alone by the person who lived to the end.
The old people have gone! It finally reached the last person's hand, but when he opened the package, he discovered that the wine had been replaced with water, with a note in it:
"Sorry! I drank it secretly! But you have to sympathize with me, because I admit it." I can't live with you! Anyway, now you are the only one left, and it's boring to drink. Why don't you drink it, come over and drink together again!"
Death can be so open-minded, with a touch of self-deprecation and a touch of humor!
