I learned from my father that Uncle Jianming had left. During this time, uncle Jianming's voice and voice echoed in my mind: he is not tall, with a beard and a pair of glasses, which is probably very deep. When I was in primary school, I often met him on my way to school and after school. He always likes to laugh at me when he sees me, and I also like to see him. He is very kind. The last time I saw Uncle Jianming was in my own home. After the Spring Festival, my father fell and broke his ribs. A group of friends of my father came to visit my father at home, including Uncle Jianming. It's been a long time, and I still feel that way. I don't talk much, but I'm still very kind.
Uncle Lu wrote in the article: When I touched the coffin and looked at Brother Jianming, I saw that his originally broad, bearded face turned into tiles. I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I can imagine how much pain Uncle Jianming endured before his death. Uncle Lu described Uncle Jianming as poor in expression and introverted. Always smiling when talking to people, even a little shy. Usually you walk in the rain with him, and he holds an umbrella. The umbrella must be tilted to your side, and half of his body is wet. When you run into a puddle or mud pit, he wants you to walk on the easy side. Such an understanding person will die without a wife and children. I don't know this yet. I vaguely remember that Uncle Jianming seems to have a wife, like a tailor, or seems to have never seen him again. I just know that the woman who made him feel distressed kicked him away after solving the rural hukou.
5 1 year, half a century, most of the time accompanied by books, so miserable. I never associate death with people of this age. It is cruel and terrible to associate death.
Qingshan is silent, and Uncle Jianming is not here.