Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. It was a really the most well, I don,t-know-what-to-do day in my life! On Tomb-Sweeping Day, you have to visit some cemeteries. All the cemeteries I visited were muddy and dirty, I think (only the first one is the nicest, followed by the second one, well, ok. And the third one, I-don't know). And at the third cemetery, I fell down on a muddy patch (there were so many muddy patches that I didn't know which patch I fell into).
Every ancestor we visited had a "great" name, example like: great-great grandmother; great-great grandfather; great-uncle; etc. Only my father's father hadn't had a "GREAT" name and so to my uncle Michael (my mother side). That's all!
Did you know how my father 'scare' me to come to the tomb? While I was happily sleeping, my father woke me up in the middle of the night. He said, " If you don't come, our ancesters will come after you." What a big, fat lie! Lier, lier, pants on fire! He won't be seeing me visitng the tomb next year, kekekekek....hehehehehe!
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