Dear friends, it's清明节 that we should remember. Every year, we gather around the rivers to celebrate this special day with family and friends, sharing stories, eating delicious foods, and enjoying the beauty of nature. But in your eyes, today is the very first day of something extraordinary: my father and I went on a journey to explore the river banks when he was young. It's like walking through a forest filled with golden leaves, where the wind carries stories from old men into children.
As you know, each day we spend preparing for school is an exercise in our minds. Through writing or speaking, we organize ideas and express emotions. It’s like learning to read by reading books that others have written. But just as often as it's hard to remember where you are, it becomes clear: today is a reminder of something more important than all these things we care about.
When our father died young, I was left with little hope and some sorrow. He had always been kind, always willing to help me when he couldn’t do anything for me. I grew up with him as my friend, sharing laughter over the best meals of the day. But then one night, a terrible event occurred that will forever be remembered in our hearts.
That night, my father and I went back to his old home near the river. The air was thick with memories, the river flowing slowly like a living river. My hands were trembling as I picked up a small flower from under a rock. It had been waiting for me ever since, always there, in my mind. That flower would always be there, no matter how many times it was gone, but its presence would never fade. My father would stay forever with me, his love and care guiding us through every day.
Now, this is not just a memory for me; it's a story of a life that I can still recall today. For him, it wasn't only the river and the flowers but also the moments when we shared laughter, the words we used to talk, the thoughts we painted on paper. It was through these little acts of kindness and love that my father could find peace in this world. But more than that—more than those little gestures—there is something deeper. There is a sense of duty, a sense of responsibility that binds us all together. We have to keep carrying that weight forward wherever we go. Because even though we may not always be with us for a long time, their impact on our lives will last forever.
