tomb bed

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I bought a bunk bed and thank god I slept on the top bunk and I slept on the bottom bunk.

In bed at night I asked him if he would like to stay.

He thought about it and said, "That's where my mother and I live, and I can't leave."

Xie Tian's mother was also AIDS and committed suicide by taking poison when he was eight years old.Her tomb is on the hillside to the east of the house, which is where the sun rises. In the morning, facing the sun, when the wind blows, the breeze is ten miles away and the flowers are fragrant.

I have always disapproved of the living thinking of the dead all the time.

Once a person dies, what you think and do will have no effect on him. Those longings are only imposed on them by the living after all, and in the end they only add to their own sorrow.

I thought about it for a while and said, "We can go back often, it's better for you to live here after all."

Xie Tian didn't speak, I was almost falling asleep waiting, and heard his voice in a daze, do you want me to stay?

I said yes, and he said yes.

There is no dream all night, and the sun is shining brightly when I wake up.

We went back to the mountain and went to pay respects to Xie Tian's mother's grave.

The wind was strong on the mountain, and the ashes from burning paper money were flying all over the sky. I don't know if I can get to the underworld.

Xie Tian told me that his mother died in pain, covered in pustules and rotting flesh, and he was not allowed to come near.That day he prepared a meal and delivered it to her, and she lay on the bed with her eyes closed.He thought she was just asleep.

His mother is a Chinese teacher, who taught him to read and write, and also taught him to be kind and strong.

She left a letter to Xie Tian when she left, I read it, and I still remember it clearly:

Xiaotian, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you anymore.

You are a good boy, it is your mother who made you tired.

My body was too dirty, so I burned it and buried it on the mountain in the east. I want to bask in the sun more.

Our illness is not terrible, what is terrible is only the perception of the world.

You have to live well, you still have a long way to go.