Story 1: Once, I went to the grave with my parents. This is the first time I came to the grave. There are regulations in rural areas that children are not allowed to participate in sacrificial activities, but at that time I was left alone in the family, neither parents Don’t worry, they brought me here together. During the process of going to the grave, I needed to set off cannons and burn paper money, and the problem was this… As soon as the paper money was lit, the sky suddenly blew strong and people couldn’t open their eyes. In the wind and fog, I vaguely saw two old people waving to me. My mind was blank, and I walked towards them step by step. Just when I was about to reach them, suddenly a pair of big hands caught me, and I looked back. It’s dad. I shook my head, looked around, the wind stopped, but-my God! My clothes caught fire. Just when the wind was strong, all the lighted paper money came to me. The clothes were already on fire. Fortunately, my father caught me in time and quickly took off my clothes. Coming down, then it is really unthinkable… But I still don’t understand, are those two old people my grandparents? Before I was born, Grandpa went. Soon after I was born, my grandma also left. Therefore, I don’t really have much impression of their two elders… The next day, my relatives (who went to the grave together) called. It turned out that they all had the same dream after returning: the two old men. Chasing after me, I was so scared that I ran and cried… If I was not held by my father that day, what would be the consequences?
Story 2: I have the habit of going to Internet cafes to surf the Internet at night, and it was the same that night. I remember that I was struggling in the Internet cafes and dragged my tired body to home at one o’clock in the morning. My family lives in a hutong. The opposite is an old man, an old lady who has passed away for many years. I still remember that she always liked to wear a torn coat of linen and a small straw hat on her head. My only impression of her.
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The other day, I was walking on my way home by myself and turned into this small alley where our house is. There are no street lights on the rural roads, I can only rely on the weak Moonlight saw the road clearly. Every time I walked this small alley, I was very scared. It seemed that a monster would pop out of the dark wall at any time. I walked forward, turning my head and looking behind me from time to time, but when I was about to get home, I heard a “tuk tuk” sound, like the sound of a crutches hitting the wooden floor, and my heart suddenly changed. Surprised, the whole person became cautious, I slowed down and moved forward slowly. Finally, I’m sure that the sound came from our door… I walked to the door step by step. It seemed to be a long process. My body was soaked and my clothes stuck to my body. It felt so uncomfortable. …Finally, I saw it. On the big rocks on both sides of my house, there was a person sitting, an old lady wearing a burlap overcoat and a torn straw hat on her head. Who is she? I seem to have seen it somewhere, I thought desperately, she was… my God! I remembered that she was the old lady who had passed away long ago… “Ah…” I yelled in fright and didn’t dare to go forward or even openHajime backed away until she couldn’t see her. At this time, I seemed to hear someone calling me.
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“Xiao Yu, is Xiao Yu you?” It’s Dad.
“Dad! It’s me, I’m Xiao Yu!” I cried and ran to my house.
“Xiao Yu, what’s wrong with you? I just heard what you were yelling! So I ran out to see, what happened?” Dad asked me, and I Then he told dad what he had just seen. After hearing this, my father didn’t speak, but just looked at the stone in front of our house, and then took me back home.
After many years have passed, I learned that the old man who lived opposite us accidentally fell down when he went out on a rainy day and was walking on the wall of our house. His head happened to fall on the stone in front of our house before he died.
Story 3: There is an old man in our village named Lao Liu. This year has passed seventy, and he is still in his old age, but his body is very strong. Once I heard him tell me something about him: one night, it was very windy and there were no stars. I took my grandson to go to bed early. Just when I was about to fall asleep, my little grandson I suddenly woke me up and insisted that someone outside was calling my name. I listened carefully. Sure enough, there was someone outside calling my name hoarsely. I was also very scared at the time and did not dare to agree to him. He didn’t hear anything, and severely rebuked the little grandson: “Go to bed, the person outside is not looking for me, it should be the old Liu from the neighboring village.” After I said that, I fell asleep first, and the next day I I got up and went to the neighboring village to take a look, and sure enough, the old man with the same name and surname as me passed away… After listening to Lao Liu, I only said one thing in my heart: grass! This person has become fine, no wonder his life is so tough.