The rain is drizzling on Ching Ming Festival, The people on the streets are very emotional,
Trying to ask where to find a restaurant, The cowherd points towards the Apricot village far ahead.
If you are Chinese educated, you most likely will have seen this poem before, one of the 唐诗三百首 Three Hundred (Famous) Tang Dynasty Poems.
Yeah, I know we are late by a week or so, but today my family finally went to perform our Ching Ming duties to my grandmother. If you are not familiar with the term Ching Ming, it is a day where we visit the graves of our deceased ancestors for cleaning up and prayers and burning of paper offerings. This is why the process is also called 扫墓 tomb sweeping.
There are places and festivals where you can (and are encouraged) to take photos. Ching Ming is NOT one such festival. Which is why you will not see me share any of my own photos of this festival here.
But I do have a photo to show. Apparently someone took this photo, shared it on Facebook and it went slightly viral within the Malaysian community. I don’t know the original source, so I cannot link back, this was shared to me by my brother.
Gone were the days where we burn money and cars and houses and Gucci bags. Why not just burn a bank to your ancestor? Then they can get unlimited cash to spend!
When we were on our way to the cemetery, we had a great idea for next year. Since so many people are burning cars for their deceased over these years, next year maybe we could burn a petrol station to our grandmother. Since there are so many cars already in that world with no petrol, grandma could sell fuel at whatever price she want!
Genius, isn’t it?