清明，致祭远去的父母，愿安！Qingming，In Memory of My Departed Parents. May They Rest in Peace.

枫林晨曦

　　

清明节将至，天空细雨如丝。我心中的天和地好像在低语着对人间的眷念。

我思念我的父母了！西去已久的父母，仿佛身影就在我眼前。

Qingming Festival is approaching, with fine rain falling like silk. Heaven and earth in my heart seem to whisper their attachment to the mortal world.

I miss my parents deeply! Though they have been gone for so long, their figures appear as if right before my eyes.

　　儿时，母亲总爱在清晨我上学前煮一碗热腾腾的面端到我的面前，父亲则常常躬身为我系好鞋带，默默目送着我走向学校…… 往日那一幕幕的平凡瞬间，如今成了心底最柔软的怀念。

微风拂过树梢，像是母亲柔声唤着我的小名；细雨飘落在我的手背，宛如父亲宽厚的手掌在轻轻拍着我的肩。我多想再看一眼他们仁慈的笑容，听上一句“天凉了，多穿点”的叮咛，再感受一下天伦般的疼爱和温暖。

可这一切都时过境迁，再也回不到从前。父母在，人生尚有来处，父母去，人生只剩归途。

When I was little, every morning before I went to school, my mother would always cook a bowl of steaming hot noodles and place it in front of me. My father would often bend down to tie my shoelaces, then watch me walk to school in silence… Those ordinary moments from the past have now become the tenderest memories in my heart.

A gentle breeze rustles through the treetops, like my mother softly calling my childhood name. Fine rain falls on my hand, as if my father’s broad palm is gently patting my shoulder. How I wish I could see their kind smiles once more, hear them say, “It’s getting cold, put on more clothes,” and feel the warmth and love of family again.



But all that has passed, and we can never go back. As long as parents are alive, we still have a place where we come from; once they are gone, life holds nothing but the road ahead.

　　我怀着无尽的思念眺望故乡夔州，那里长眠着我的双亲。晨风将载着我无尽的思念慢慢飘去，越飘越远，直到把我的心里话捎到我远在天界的父母耳边: 爸妈，你们在那边可好？我一切都好，只是，很想你们。

With endless longing, I gaze towards my hometown Kuizhou, where my beloved parents rest in peace. The morning breeze will carry my boundless thoughts, drifting farther and farther, until it delivers my heart’s words to my parents in heaven: Mom and Dad, how are you doing over there? I’m doing fine, but I miss you so, so much.

　　天色正灰暗，思念更平添。要想骨肉不分离，此事永难全。只是思念割不断，天上人间！你们虽已远去，却永远活在我的心间。每当想起你们对我无限深情爱怜般的过往，我就会感受到犹如春日暖阳，滋润着心田。

The sky is dim gray, and my longing grows even deeper. To keep flesh and blood never parted—such a wish can never be fulfilled. Yet my yearning cannot be severed, between heaven and the mortal world. Though you have long departed, you will live forever in my heart. Whenever I recall your boundless, tender love for me in days gone by,

I feel it like the warm sun of spring, nourishing my soul.

写于2026年清明节前夕。

Written on the eve of Qingming Festival, 2026.