sweeping tomb Today I went to the countryside for sweeping my uncle's tomb, who, 59, passed away before this spring festival due to stomach cancer. His favorite foods and alcohol have been put in front of his grave. The smog of burning joss paper is flying in the air. The sky is rarely blue, and the fields are covered by blossoming rapeseed flowers, with bees flying and buzzing, looking like a flower sea. In the distance, birds are chirping happily in those pine trees. Everything is the same as last year but that quiet man with bashful smiles.