your life

Now, you have been lying in the coffin for three days. They put you on the coffin stand, strung a long string of white flags and garlands on the road to your residence, and posted obituaries with your photos on the trees along the way. They were extravagant because in the end all the bills were paid. Will be paid for by me.

Frank Ben (translated by Zhang Baihua) [Germany]

Now, you have been lying in the coffin for three days. They put you on the coffin stand, strung a long string of white flags and garlands on the road to your residence, and posted obituaries with your photos on the trees along the way. They were extravagant because in the end all the bills were paid. Will be paid for by me. Your little grandson, who is under 5 years old, stands in front of the coffin with a solemn expression and no fear. He used his little hands to blow away the flies that tried to land on your face. Was someone else teaching him to do this? Maybe, this is just a game to him? Maybe, out of love? With the same solemn expression, he counted the money that the guests put in the box: 10 rupees, 20 rupees, and some 50 rupees. His father counted and wrote down in his notebook. Seven monks are sitting in a semicircle around your coffin. They are chanting sutras and praising your merits in large sections because you have donated a lot of money to the temple. Temple and family are two basic points in your life. Some people say that you do this to offset the evil things you have done. You have strict moral standards, but you only use these standards to measure others. You have never doubted yourself or shown mercy to others. A discerning person will come to the conclusion: You are not a good person. This is exactly what many people said. When others are in trouble, you lend money with a generous attitude, as if you are helping others, but in fact, heavy interest is attached every month. You never ask for the principal from the borrower, because the principal and interest are Your source of endless wealth. In return, your victims do your bidding and fawn over you. Your most docile slave goes so far as to collect debts for you and makes himself a loathsome person.

You have an accurate account book, We didn't find it. I presume you passed it on to some son-in-law in advance, just in case something unexpected happened. Before this inevitable major surgery, you did all the aftermath work. You left an inheritance to both daughters, but the eldest daughter got much less than the second daughter. The reason is obvious: the eldest daughter had one daughter, but the second daughter gave birth to three sons. If you have ever had a great love in this life, it is the love for your grandson. Before you died, you said to your wife: "Take good care of your grandson." You went through many hardships when you were young and worked hard to start a business. You sacrifice your sleep at night to study English and put a lot of effort into achieving the goals you set. At the same time, you realize that being too generous and too friendly is a shortcoming, and trusting others will eventually end in disappointment. "If you don't tighten the reins tight enough, the horse will go crazy, and the same goes for people." I remember you often quoting this old saying, but I can't accept this wisdom. After your death, the road that was named after you, leading to your three tile-roofed houses and large fields, has been owned by an unknown person. The new road sign reads "Interest Lane", which has a sense of revenge. , during your lifetime, when your prestige was at its peak, no one would be so bold. No one expected you to die except yourself, but you were mentally prepared. You die after all your blood has been shed, just as you let others bleed. But we still sprinkle holy water on your body. They covered the coffin and carried it down the road to the cemetery. No one follows, no one cries, they soon forget about you. But I can't forget you, you are a stone standing in the wind in the rice field; you are a tree, your crown blocks the sun, your roots occupy the water source, depriving other trees of their rights. I don't appreciate you, but I can't forget you.