Originally because of time, plus the little friend felt that "going to the Shenma Cemetery in the cold weather is gloomy (this kind of words are like the goth sister said! Mean!)" has cut this plan... As a result, the farmer's market will be finished soon, and there is nothing to do. Three people ran to the cemetery with roast chicken skewers and fried seafood............ But it turned out to be the most touching place in Milan. When I walked to the door, I saw a middle-aged couple coming out of the cemetery, wiped their shoulders, and saw the tears on the women's faces... The sluggishness can still emerge in front of me. And sad face. The cemetery is not a sightseeing spot at the end, and "sadness" is not an abstract adjective, but solidified, slowly settled down, turned into a speechless statue... Even if the sunny day will feel depressed and sad, let alone a cold rainy early spring, It feels like the whole heart is caught, and I want to take a good look again next time. After returning home, I sorted out the photos and took a closer look. This is a family tomb: the top sister died at the age of 12, and the children of the later generations died in 41 years. The old man in the middle lived alone until 64 years...