Funeral is a kind of farewell, and farewell does not mean despair. Yuan Jun's most impressive farewell was to host a funeral for a high school principal with high moral integrity. The old headmaster, surnamed Xiao, died at the age of 85. The old man was funny and humorous. He loved to be lively during his life. His family was greeted and sent, and there was always an endless stream of guests. Everyone felt that he was an old man who liked to be disturbed. When discussing the funeral ceremony, the headmaster's wife didn't put forward any requirements to Yuan Jun, but talked about the old headmaster's life in detail, including a sentence often said by the old headmaster when sending off the last guest at 11 o'clock every night: "I don't know how long the garden can be lively!" In the old man's detailed account, Yuan Jun knew that the old headmaster had actually suffered from four kinds of cancer, and his life was a heavy burden for him. But every time he was on the verge of death, he would still fight tenaciously. He hoped that the garden would be lively for some time. He is always smiling and humorous, and is willing to see the people who come to the garden say goodbye to him with a smile and humor. Yuan Jun did not choose the old man's farewell ceremony in the funeral home. She thought it was not the farewell that such a special old man wanted. He likes to be lively and share some life wisdom with those who are still on their way. He must hope to say goodbye in a lively and special way. After thinking hard, Yuan Jun decided to open a party at the old headmaster's home and let everyone who came to see him off tell the most interesting thing about the old headmaster - let everyone see him off with a smile and let the old gentleman go on the road with a smile. The wife who wanted to make the old headmaster cry said to Yuan Jun, "you should be the last confidant Lao Xiao handed in. Thank you." Yuan Jun didn't expect that the funeral would be so successful. A total of 170 guests, each of whom should be required to wear their most beautiful dress, looked like a grand award ceremony. There was no crying, no sorrow and music. Each guest told a story about their past with Xiao Lao. A neighbor said: "I'm upstairs in Xiao Lao's house. I have a child who doesn't play or practice the piano. Every day, I let him beat and scold before practicing the piano. Then one day, Xiao Lao came upstairs and knocked on the door and brought my son a lot of gifts, books and toys. Xiao Lao said to my son: I'm downstairs every day and listen to you play the piano for free. This gift is regarded as thanks. Thank you for letting me hear that every day What a beautiful piano sound. Since then, I have never played my son for piano practice. He works very hard because he has two ears downstairs to enjoy his music. This is my son's certificate that has just passed piano level 10... " One day, an old friend of Xiao Lao for many years suddenly visited. It happened that Xiao Lao had just finished taking a bath. Therefore, the old friend saw Xiao Lao's sparse hair and the thick black blood vessels on his arm due to chemoradiotherapy. The old friend burst into tears. Xiao Lao smiled and said to him, "I'll show you the charm of make-up later." For a whole hour, Xiao Lao, who appeared in front of his old friends again, was as neat and unrestrained as usual. Xiao Lao said to his old friend, "I do this kind of thing to turn corruption into magic every day. I feel very happy. My body is dross, but my soul is decent. Keep it a secret for me." One hundred and seventy people, one hundred and seventy stories. Throughout the party, everyone has been recalling with a smile, sharing the infinite lessons that such a wise old man has brought to everyone's life in an atmosphere of feeling without hurting. Yuan Jun said, "thank you for your story. Please believe that such an old man with wisdom in his hair will make heaven have countless laughter from now on. Let's meet and see you with my dear Xiao Tian." Few people can take the profession of funeral host as a hobby. At first, when someone came to Yuan Jun, she always tried to refuse, but now yuan Jun responds to every request. For two years, she has presided over nearly 100 funerals back and forth between funerals, just like shuttling through the lives of nearly 100 people. She said that she was like living a hundred lives and experiencing the life of Baiwei. Now she is very grateful for what this job has given her. A funeral condenses the whole of a life from birth to death. Each story is nutrient for yuan Jun. Looking at life from the perspective of death, you will know how to better live in the present

Funeral is a kind of farewell, and farewell does not mean despair. Yuan Jun's most impressive farewell was to host a funeral for a high school principal with high moral integrity. The old headmaster, surnamed Xiao, died at the age of 85. The old man was funny and humorous. He loved to be lively during his life. His family was greeted and sent, and there was always an endless stream of guests. Everyone felt that he was an old man who liked to be disturbed. When discussing the funeral ceremony, the headmaster's wife didn't put forward any requirements to Yuan Jun, but talked about the old headmaster's life in detail, including a sentence often said by the old headmaster when sending off the last guest at 11 o'clock every night: "I don't know how long the garden can be lively!" In the old man's detailed account, Yuan Jun knew that the old headmaster had actually suffered from four kinds of cancer, and his life was a heavy burden for him. But every time he was on the verge of death, he would still fight tenaciously. He hoped that the garden would be lively for some time. He is always smiling and humorous, and is willing to see the people who come to the garden say goodbye to him with a smile and humor. Yuan Jun did not choose the old man's farewell ceremony in the funeral home. She thought it was not the farewell that such a special old man wanted. He likes to be lively and share some life wisdom with those who are still on their way. He must hope to say goodbye in a lively and special way. After thinking hard, Yuan Jun decided to open a party at the old headmaster's home and let everyone who came to see him off tell the most interesting thing about the old headmaster - let everyone see him off with a smile and let the old gentleman go on the road with a smile. The wife who wanted to make the old headmaster cry said to Yuan Jun, "you should be the last confidant Lao Xiao handed in. Thank you." Yuan Jun didn't expect that the funeral would be so successful. A total of 170 guests, each of whom should be required to wear their most beautiful dress, looked like a grand award ceremony. There was no crying, no sorrow and music. Each guest told a story about their past with Xiao Lao. A neighbor said: "I'm upstairs in Xiao Lao's house. I have a child who doesn't play or practice the piano. Every day, I let him beat and scold before practicing the piano. Then one day, Xiao Lao came upstairs and knocked on the door and brought my son a lot of gifts, books and toys. Xiao Lao said to my son: I'm downstairs every day and listen to you play the piano for free. This gift is regarded as thanks. Thank you for letting me hear that every day What a beautiful piano sound. Since then, I have never played my son for piano practice. He works very hard because he has two ears downstairs to enjoy his music. This is my son's certificate that has just passed piano level 10... " One day, an old friend of Xiao Lao for many years suddenly visited. It happened that Xiao Lao had just finished taking a bath. Therefore, the old friend saw Xiao Lao's sparse hair and the thick black blood vessels on his arm due to chemoradiotherapy. The old friend burst into tears. Xiao Lao smiled and said to him, "I'll show you the charm of make-up later." For a whole hour, Xiao Lao, who appeared in front of his old friends again, was as neat and unrestrained as usual. Xiao Lao said to his old friend, "I do this kind of thing to turn corruption into magic every day. I feel very happy. My body is dross, but my soul is decent. Keep it a secret for me." One hundred and seventy people, one hundred and seventy stories. Throughout the party, everyone has been recalling with a smile, sharing the infinite lessons that such a wise old man has brought to everyone's life in an atmosphere of feeling without hurting. Yuan Jun said, "thank you for your story. Please believe that such an old man with wisdom in his hair will make heaven have countless laughter from now on. Let's meet and see you with my dear Xiao Tian." Few people can take the profession of funeral host as a hobby. At first, when someone came to Yuan Jun, she always tried to refuse, but now yuan Jun responds to every request. For two years, she has presided over nearly 100 funerals back and forth between funerals, just like shuttling through the lives of nearly 100 people. She said that she was like living a hundred lives and experiencing the life of Baiwei. Now she is very grateful for what this job has given her. A funeral condenses the whole of a life from birth to death. Each story is nutrient for yuan Jun. Looking at life from the perspective of death, you will know how to better live in the present