New year’s Eve is approaching, I go to Tiantan Park to run

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Ten thousand wild deer were gradually tamed, ten thousand pigs were driven into the slaughtering Pavilion, ten thousand rabbits were hit on the head by wooden mallets, ten thousand animals were sent to the kitchen for elaborate cooking, which was used to sacrifice ancestors, pray for the new year, blessing and grain

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I can’t help but associate it when I run

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Where are Honglu officials today? Echo on the wall

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They are connected through the South Corridor and lead to the hall of praying for new year

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At this moment, ten thousand firecrackers are blasting ten thousand red candles and shaking them in my hometown of South China Ten thousand pieces of paper money were lit by posterity

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In history, slaughtered animals were cooked in kiosks, stored in kitchens, and sent to the hall of praying for the new year through long corridors

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During the Spring Festival holiday, prepare to strengthen training, restore the rhythm of running and rest, and get back to the state..

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If future generations have a good life, they should be ceremoniously grateful to their ancestors, commonly known as “glorifying the ancestors”

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It’s not as easy to run with the heart rate as before

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Except for the east gate of Tiantan Park, there are many people and cars on Tiantan East Road, the south gate, the west gate and the north gate are very quiet, and the footpath is very good

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It’s just that there are too many people and it’s too noisy

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They only sacrificed you with my perseverance

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The long interval has affected my running state

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Yesterday, my niece, who came home from Shanghai for the new year, told me that when she and grandma went to visit my grandfather’s grave, grandma cried again

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It was a place where animals (calves, pigs, sheep and deer) were slaughtered before the ancient royal sacrifice

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There’s no fear at all

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One is that too many people drive to the cemetery on New Year’s Eve, causing traffic jams

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My ancestors didn’t have 10000 livestock to sacrifice you

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I know that my mother was in a coma because of her sister-in-law’s fall for two years and complained about her father

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Running on the East Road of the temple of heaven, I saw ten thousand cattle and sheep running towards me

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Finally, I will talk about the slaughter Pavilion in the temple of heaven in Beijing

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They all followed their father to go to the grave of their ancestors

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The key is that they are not buried in the same place, only a few of them are in cemeteries, and most of them are scattered on different hills

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That is to say, I ran out the elephant pattern among the Millennium cypress trees in the park

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The firecrackers, fireworks and candles are blazing in the cemetery

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In the smoke, the filial son and virtuous grandson kowtowed ten thousand times to thank their ancestors, but I was the only one

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As long as I spend the new year in my hometown, I have to go to the grave

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They didn’t have 10000 firecrackers to sing for you

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The North God kitchen and the North slaughter Pavilion of the temple of heaven are the subsidiary buildings of the temple of heaven’s grain praying altar

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So sacrifice is not only gratitude, but also an opportunity for living people to express their distress to the dead

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That is to say, every year on the eve of Lunar New Year’s Eve, future generations will go to the ancestral grave to burn paper, put whip and kowtow

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If you don’t go, it’s considered that you don’t understand etiquette and respect your ancestors

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In the last month, I couldn’t exercise immediately after getting the new crown vaccine, which disrupted my running plan

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I understand her difficulties, but I have nothing to say

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When I was a child, on the eve of new year’s Eve, our children had dinner, took a bath and changed into new clothes

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On the evening of the 15th of the first month, I have to go to the ancestral grave to light the candle, which is called “Shangdeng”, or “Shangliang”

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Thousands of miles away, I silently wished my ten thousand steps

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We often need our brothers to cross the mountains to go to the grave

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Two years ago, I once came here to punch in the elephant run in the temple of Heaven Park

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At the earliest, they had to go to the grave for their father’s grandparents

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My great ancestors [postscript] February 6, Saturday, December 25

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I knocked on the hall of praying for new year to wake up these long dormant animals

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Only a few times I went to the grave with my brother

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It’s going to be late, and the sacrificial ceremony begins

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Later, it was found that many people came here to run around the temple of Heaven Park, seven kilometers in one lap and a half marathon in three laps

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This is the rule

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Besides, you can’t drive when you go to the cemetery

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If future generations are not healthy and live smoothly, there will be people crying

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In our hometown, sacrifice is called “chaozu”, which is the abbreviation of “Zhaohe shangzu”

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They are dedicated to the Royal mengchun grain praying of the Ming and Qing Dynasties

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In ancient sacrificial places, there were slaughtering booths for slaughtering cattle, sheep, pigs, deer, rabbits, etc

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After the second shot on Tuesday, I only had four days off on Saturday morning

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The most obvious thing is that the heart rate increases and it’s hard to control

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The other is that it’s hard to walk on the mountain

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Every time she went to her father’s grave, she would cry and confide that he had not protected her children and made her suffer

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Only motorcycles can pass through

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I don’t know how to comfort her

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Our family’s sacrifice is quite complicated, with grandparents on both sides (father’s biological parents and adoptive parents), as well as my dead uncles and aunts

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Ten thousand drops of sweat fell on the earth and turned into ten thousand breaths of dew to bless the weather

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They didn’t have paper money or red candles

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So, my memory of going to the grave on New Year’s Eve in my hometown is that I was sitting in the back seat of my brother’s motorcycle with incense paper, candles and firecrackers

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After his father died, it was only his parents and his dead brothers and sisters

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It’s suitable for running

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Since ancient times, the temple of heaven has been a place of sacrifice

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Last year, on Tomb Sweeping Day, she went with me to visit her father’s grave

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Yesterday morning, I left a poem after running ten kilometers in the slaughter Pavilion: kill pigs and sheep for the new year, and run in front of the slaughter Pavilion

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Today, I ran a circle

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It’s like a city that never sleeps

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I had no choice but to relax from the past running to the present running

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I have lived in the north for more than 30 years, but I don’t go home much during the Spring Festival

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I just wanted to continue my steps I love you, too

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In my hometown Songzi, Hubei Province, the tradition of worshiping ancestors for thousands of years is “thirty fires and fifteen lamps”

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It was built in 1530, the ninth year of Jiajing reign of Ming Dynasty, with double eaves hanging on the top of the mountain

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I feel good

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