Today is Qingming Festival. I light a heart lamp for my mother, who is far away in heaven, pour a cup of spring wine, and send my unbreakable thoughts to brighten my longing for you. May you find peace in another world, with no worries throughout the seasons.

"In the imperial capital, the clarity of Qingming brings forth people's sorrowful thoughts." During the Qingming Festival, light rain falls, and a faint sadness pervades the world. Year after year, the longing surges in my heart, never ceasing. After your departure, the lights of the world still shine brightly, but a corner of my world has grown dark.
Once upon a time, you stitched clothes under the lamp, warming my cold nights; once upon a time, you busied yourself at the stove, filling my years.
How many times, in the midnight dreams, have I gently called your name, hoping that time could turn back, allowing me to hold your hand once more and listen to your voice. But now, there is only a handful of yellow earth, separated by yin and yang. I can no longer hear my mother's reminders, nor can I see my mother's figure.
"Life between heaven and earth, suddenly like a distant traveler." Even with much helplessness, even with a thousand reluctances and ten thousand affections, one can only bury the longing deep in their heart. 😭😭😭😭😭
Mom, do you know how much I wish to see you again, even if just for a moment? In the rest of my life, I only wish to reunite with you in my dreams.
Today is Qingming Festival, lighting a heart lamp, may this faint light illuminate your path in another world, letting my thoughts cross time and space, warming your distant homecoming.