accept the truth of his death in feeling as well as in reason. Nevertheless, every time midnight drew near, dread always expanded in my heart because the legend about the return of a soul flashed into my brain. I was sorry to have that dread, but I could not restrain it at all.
His death also gave me many nightmares, in which he always appeared in dire forms. In a dream, I was frightened by his green and pale face twice its normal size showing outside of our window and presenting the desire to come in. In another dream, when I came out of the toilet, his poker face suddenly emerged from underground and surrounded my feet, which made cold perspiration seep out of my pores. Once I dreamed he was resurrected for a period of time, but he needed to report his arrival to the Lord of Hell at the end of the time. In addition, I dreamed I was curious to open a gunny sack, which did not belong to us, and found my grandfather's corpse inside.
my grandfather took care of us like a mother and cultivated us like a father. I can never stop missing him, but I was really frightened by the manner of his death.
这是一个寒冷的冬日夜晚刺耳。在墙壁上的时钟刚刚抚摸三。突然，电话铃响了screechily。吓坏了这个看似不祥的环，每个人都在我的叔叔与剧烈跳动的心唤醒。从电话线的另一端，我的兄弟宣布抽泣着令人惊讶的消息：我的祖父曾上吊自杀。空在我的脑子和损失，我赶回故乡与我的叔叔和我的妹妹。拉欣到我家，我看到我的祖父的棉被覆盖他的整个身体。也许是因为他死的方式，他的死让我想不通，他的思想，但他更害怕。
在第一年，他去世后，失去的东西，立即打我，只要我回...