?On July 15th this year, I worked in the middle of the night in the unit, and I was the only one who was a unit worth thousands of square meters... Therefore, I have always wanted to write an extra article, but I have never had time. I will write it out today and show it for you for free. "《

When the last noise disappeared, it meant that the soldiers of the mobile department who played poker also came home. I put away the poker and went back to the office to lie on the sofa--I was so tired after a busy day. The workers in Class 2 had already started working, and the press was rhythmically thinking--the production and sales indicators were completed, the factory director was less tempered, and I was also relieved as the office director. Under the tree on the roadside downstairs, several idle night shifts were chatting, and I yawned and wanted to sleep.

But at this time, my phone rang. It was my wife Sun Xiaocui who called: "Hey, Xiaochuan, where are you now?" "I'm at work." "Mom called and asked you to come back."----"Wife, didn't I tell you that I was on duty today? Okay, what's the matter?" Xiaocui was a little reluctant to be rude and said: "Today's 15th day of the lunar calendar, I told me not to forget to burn paper for your grandma. Goodbye---Director Xu!!!" After that, he hung up the phone.

I thought my wife would be more gentle and concerned about her greetings, but she was disappointed. When she was walking downstairs for a while, she met several night shift workers who were on the night shift going out to drink. Seeing me, I had to laugh: "Director Xu,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The press also stopped. After dinner, I returned to the office and suddenly felt that I was in trouble. There were so many people in the entire agency for 365 days a year - but on July 15th, I was on duty.

The production workers started working again, and the on-duty maintenance worker who was drinking soon brought back the burning paper--it was already dark, and the long-distance bridge across the river in the distance was particularly spectacular under the line of dark lights and street lights along the sidewalk. I squatted at the intersection on the left side of the office building, drew a large circle, and lit the burning paper. In the fire, pieces of paper turned into paper ash and floated in the smoke. I remembered the hard work and kindness of my grandmother who brought me up, and also thought of my grandmother chewing peanuts for me when I was a child... I couldn't help but burst into tears. Grandma, grandma, grandma, now I have a bright future, Xiao Cui has also given birth to a beautiful great-granddaughter for you. Grandma, how are you there? Grandma... Grandma miss you.

After burning paper, he sat on the stone bench beside the factory and chatted with the idle people on duty. "It's been 5 years, and it's been 5 years." Electrician Master Zhang sighed and suddenly said, "What's 5 years?" I asked him curiously. He took a puff of cigarettes and said slowly, "You haven't been here yet. Do you know Daqiang who drives the dump truck? His father Lao Shen turned out to be our unit and the section chief of the vertical kiln. Five years ago, it was July 15th. At 8 pm, he worked overtime to direct unloading. At that time, because the train broke down, he used a truck to drag the train sheath, but it was squeezed to death-------5 years..." He was still sighing, and others seemed to disapprove, and still chatted enthusiastically to look for the lady and seducing women.

When I returned to the government building, I suddenly felt that the empty government building was extremely dark. The cool breeze on the summer night blew, and I felt like I couldn't stand the song after listening to it for a while. It was better to go around the scene, there were many people there.

The production workers were working harder, and they saw me working harder. I laughed secretly, thinking that I was just an office director, and I didn't care about production at all, and they were still pretending to me? Suddenly, there was a creaking sound under the press, and the workers stopped--"The center of gravity rod has been bent. Director Xu will find the maintenance."

Soon, two fitters and one welder came. Two fitters came into the pit under the machine, adjusting one left and right for a while. The welder got into the pit. After a while, he suddenly came out. "Are you okay?" I asked him. He shook his head: "No, I always feel that if I get through, the hammer head will fall..." "Do you think? Don't want to do it?" I asked coldly. He still couldn't go down. I was a little angry and said to the production worker: "Go and check the safety measures again." The production worker told me after checking that it was definitely okay, and the press door was pulled to the bottom, so there would be no problem. The welder still said: "I always think that the 1,600-ton pressure hammer head would fall down when I go down." "Go quickly," I was angry: "Do you think I'm easy to bully, right? Change the factory manager on duty. Do you dare to say this? Go down quickly." He looked at me and got into the pit.

I mean, look at the watch, 20:00, what? Suddenly a strange cool breeze blew behind my back, and an inexplicable premonition arose. The welder in the pit had already started welding. "Come on..." Before I could finish my words, a rumbling sound was heard, and the horizontal wheel at the upper part of the press suddenly turned, the hammer head of the 1600 pressure in the middle rose up, and the iron pipe supporting the hammer head fell to the ground, and then the press fell down like someone was manipulating it. The pad in the mold cracked, and a scream from the pit was shocked.

"What happened!" The first person reacted. Everyone was busy. The squad leader told the operator: "Go and raise the hammer!" The operator ran to the operation table--"No,,, no electricity was given..." "What?" I was already trembling all over. Although I heard about production accident reports many times, it was the first time I saw it with my own eyes. Moreover, there was no electricity and no one operated it. The hammer actually lifted and lowered it by itself? I rushed to the power gate and saw that the electricity was broken!! I remembered the strange cool breeze that had just blown, and felt creepy. An old worker saw me standing there, and came to power up and fiddled with it on the operation table for a while. An fitter immediately got into the pit. The pit was narrow, but I still saw that the welder inside had been pressed into meat pie!! The fitter dragged his legs and pulled it out. The old worker also felt something was wrong and looked at the operation table.

Bang, a large screw on the roof of the operating shed fell down, and was hitting the old worker's hand tightly protecting the button. "Ah Yo" When the old worker shook his hand and shook the screw, another large screw fell down, and was hitting the button------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

At this time, it was already in chaos. I told the dispatcher to contact the factory director, the production director and the safety officer. Then I directed the workers to save people. "This machine is so weird today..." Xiao Wang, a production worker in his 30s, thought: "Director Xu, let the sky truck hang the hammer head." I nodded calmly. Master Huang, a sky truck, quickly climbed the sky truck, and the two production workers went to the operation shed to hang the horizontal wheel on the sky truck hook. "Rise----" buzz---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In a hurry, the factory director, production director and safety officer were all here. The factory director said nothing and was commanding calmly. "Ah..." Master Huang's scream came from the sky car: "Help! Help!"

"Help..." When people were focusing on the sky car - slap, Master Huang actually fell off the sky car. I tried my best to suppress my fear and accompany the factory manager - it should be said that the factory manager gave me the courage to go up. Master Huang fell head down, and his brain blood flowed all over the floor. I looked at the factory manager, and obviously his calmness was also forced to do it. "It's really strange. I've been in 30 years and have never seen such a thing before?" The factory manager muttered. "That's right," I said, "Why did he jump down by himself? He shouted help?" Factory manager Director Yu suddenly shouted: "No, he didn't jump down by himself, he was scared to death." Everyone came over to look at me, I squeezed beside the factory manager, but turned his head to the side. The factory manager looked at me. The factory manager looked at me.

Me: "Xiao Xu, are you scared?" "No, I didn't---" After that, I also went to see Master Huang's body. His skull had broken, and his brain and blood had stuck his hair into a ball. His eyes were wide, his eyes almost burst out from his sockets, his mouth was wide, and his face was twisted by fear--Obviously, he saw something very scary. Brother Yan, the squad leader of the second squad, picked up Master Huang and rushed to the operating shed. "Didn't it be, ," the factory director's voice was also trembling: "Is there really someone in the sky car? Li Zi, you and Aming get on the sky car and take a look." Safety officer Xiao Li and another fitter Aming also climbed onto the sky car: "There is nothing, the factory director." "Then go to the sky car beam to check." The two walked up the sky car beam, which was wide, and checked one by one.

Suddenly, the sky car shaking, two people on the sky car beam slipped and fell off the three-story sky car beam. The screams pierced the air-large factory and disappeared immediately. "What's going on?" The factory director was obviously really scared and shouted hysterically. Boom----the unmanned sky car actually lifted the horizontal wheel, and then swung the horizontal wheel towards the crowd. The unprepared people were quickly swung down four of them, and their brains burst and they stopped moving. "Evil, run." I finally woke up from my fear and pulled the frightened factory director down to operate the shed, and the remaining people also ran down. Boom--crack, the horizontal wheel was hit hard by the sky car, and the iron plate on the roof collapsed. A few people who had no time to run out were flattened by the iron plate on the roof without even shouting.

The surviving people stared at everything in front of them, like dreams - the coworkers who were talking to women just now turned into meat pies! Crack - rushing. The sky cart collapsed! The quick-reacting person ran away, and the factory manager pulled me out of the factory building in a daze. When he looked back, the lights in the factory were already dim, with a dark green light, which made everyone creepy. "Manager, I----" I don't know how to explain to the factory director, and the factory manager waved: "Forget it, it's nothing to do with you-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The van is on the first place to jump up and shout immediately. The squad leader Yan, who was holding Master Huang, was already dead, and that expression - obviously scared to death. What is there? I can't think about it, so I'd better get in the car. I got in. After checking the car, the driver Chen Xiaoguang pulled the door of the cab--not opened it. At this time, the car actually started by itself. He turned on the spot and pressed the driver under the wheels, then stepped back and chased over the driver's head. The car went crazy, circled the flower bed at the entrance of the factory and hit the wall heavily. The shouting in front of the car was all over.

I was squeezed to death --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As calm as usual, I followed him to the air compressor control room. Meng Fu, who was watching the air compressor, was already scared and shrank on the bed. Seeing me and the factory director coming, he cried and laughed. After comforting him, he calmed down. The factory director lit a cigarette and smoked quietly for a while and suddenly said: "Lao Shen has been dead for 5 years... Xiao Xu, you probably heard that we all wronged Lao Shen at that time. I'm sorry for him---maybe it was Lao Shen who came to me today." I felt strange. The factory director who has always been arrogant actually said so much today? And he blamed himself????

Meng Fu took the speech and said, "Director, why did Lao Shen go to find those people to produce?" "You have forgotten?" The factory manager said coldly: "Aren't you all the same as the factory department said at that time? I was so proud of it to me, the dead man..." I suddenly felt that my hair was almost standing up, and Meng Fu was still smoking indifferently. He didn't notice that the factory manager accidentally called himself "I, the dead man."

"There is no one in production---Meng Fu, go and stop the anger." Meng Fu got up and went out after hearing the factory director's instructions. The factory director called him again: "Come back and see what's wrong with the lock?" Meng Fu, who walked outside the door, heard this and came back, opened the door and stretched his head into the crack of the door to look at the lock.

The factory director, who had always been weak, was actually energetic and jumped up and kicked the door, "Oh, Director Jiang..." Director Jiang did not answer him, jumped up and turned around and kicked it harder. After Meng Fu screamed again, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his eyes almost burst out. He instinctively grabbed the door frame tightly--"Director Jiang, no, you are not the factory manager." When I went up to pull the factory manager, he gently shook it to the corner of the wall. Director Jiang went crazy. He fucked the hammer beside the door, swung it and hit Meng Fu's back of the head----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I shivered in the corner of the wall, trembling, and I really couldn't imagine that these were true. Is it a dream? If it was a dream, why didn't I wake up yet?? When I was thinking about it, the factory manager picked me up like a chicken and jumped out of the window. The strong wind on the summer night finally made me awake. This was not a dream at all. I knew I could not escape and closed my eyes and waited for the factory manager who was possessed by the ghost to ruling me.

I was not dead. When I felt that he put me down, I opened my eyes. The abandoned open-air factory was covered with scrap iron. The wind was whistling through it. Under the pale moonlight, the entire empty field made people feel desolate and deep. I looked down-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The factory manager suddenly laughed: "Haha, it's still a college student who is smart. Meng Fu's stupid guy, you can't find a master even if you die. Boy, look, this is where I squeezed to death 5 years ago..." "Uncle Shen, your resentment is too great. It's too common for work-related injuries to death. Why are you still like this... Besides, the company also gave your family money and houses, and arranged jobs for your son..." "Stay." The factory manager suddenly yelled at me: "I don't get any of those. Now my wife lives in the house given to me by the company, and my son is also calling another man---Dad." I was stunned, and he continued: "Not only that, but after I died, I became a typical example of illegal command. Do you know how to write me on the internal safety example of the company?" Of course, I remember that the safety education after the allocation has illegal command education for managers. The negative example is Lao Shen, and the content is roughly as follows:

Shen Zhiwen, the section chief of the vertical kiln section of ** factory * factory, on ***, 19**, when he was commanding the second shift to unload ore sand powder, because there was no locomotive, he temporarily commanded the Jiefang truck tow the train wrinkles. After being sternly rejected by the workers, he personally violated the rules and was squeezed to death by the truck and the truck...

It was roughly like that. The original civil servants were very immense, but I knew at that time that before I was assigned, a grassroots cadre in our unit had a violation of the rules and finally suffered the consequences. I looked up and saw the factory manager who was possessed by a ghost looking at me: "Hmph, do they think the dead are easy to bully? Let me revenge them today... Let me tell you that it was not my blind command at all, but the factory manager Jiang Long forced me to unload the materials before 9:00 pm. I would not take that risk. I didn't expect that in order to help him, I died but became such a famous person. I came back today to seek revenge on Jiang Long."

I gradually became a little scared, and I said to him, "You are here to seek revenge on Director Jiang??? Then why do you kill so many innocent workers?" "Bastard, you know what the hell is ---" He continued to yell: "When the company came to investigate afterwards, these fencemen actually spoke to the factory manager. I took the blame today." After that, he slowly raised his head, faced the whistling wind, laughed wildly, and then shouted: "Jiang Long, you should go on the road too-----!" After speaking, he jumped out of the train. The moment he fell down, I heard Director Jiang's extremely short scream, and then there was a muffled sound. He fell into the pile of scrap iron on the ground. The iron horns of the lance penetrated Director Jiang's body. He twitched in pain a few times and died.

I stared at the terrifying scene in front of me in a daze. Suddenly, my body was out of control, jumped off the train and stood on the hook. Not far away, an abandoned truck actually moved. The deflated wheels supported the scrap iron-like body and staggered backwards, pressing against my chest---squeezing my chest tightly, and the pain was severe. The scrap car continued to retreat and squeeze me. Finally, I felt the rupture of my lungs, and my heart could no longer bear the huge pressure outside. A fishy liquid came out of my mouth. Is it blood?

When my eyes were dark, there was finally no pain and fear--I was dead.

Every year on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the annual "Ghost Festival" in China is the Zhongyuan period, which is called "Yulan Festival" in Buddhism. According to legend, on this day, King Yama will open the gate of hell, "Ghost Pass", and let the detained ghosts come out to move freely until the end of July. Therefore, it is popular among the people to worship and summon the souls of the dead, burn money, ingots, paper clothes, candles, river lanterns, and perform rituals to pray for the blessings of ancestors, eliminate disasters and increase blessings, or save the dead souls and resolve resentment.

Many people do not know the origin of the "Ghost Festival". In fact, the "Ghost Festival" originated from the "Ullambana Society" in Buddhism. According to legend, before Sakyamuni's disciple, Venerable Mulian, died both of his parents and missed his mother very much. After he achieved enlightenment, he used his heavenly eyes to observe hell and searched for his mother. He found that his mother had fallen into the realm of hungry ghosts. When the food entered his mouth, it turned into a raging fire, and was suffering. Mulian was very heartbroken, so he went to Master Sakyamuni to ask for the method of liberation. Sakyamuni taught that because your mother was very sinful during her lifetime, she fell into the realm of hungry ghosts after her death and would never be restored. If you want to be liberated, you must gather the power of everyone to resolve it. So Mulian went through hardships and gathered monks and held a grand Dharma meeting on July 15th to save the dead souls of hell and finally helped her mother out of the sea of ​​suffering.

The Ullamban is an Indian Sanskrit word. The meaning of "upside down" is that this festival has nothing to do with China's Zhongyuan, but it just so happened that the day of the Zhongyuan official forgiveness of sins was also on this day. Therefore, the story of the "Ullamban Society" is integrated with the Zhongyuan, and many Chinese elements are added, such as combining it with Confucian filial piety thought, forming a traditional Chinese folk festival with educational effect - the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival.

China's ghost culture has a long history. In primitive society, humans advocate the idea of ​​spirituality of all things. The Book of Rites Sacrifices records: "All those who are born between heaven and earth are called fate. All things die are called breaking, and people die are called ghosts." Later, the concept of ghosts became more and more clear from the theory of animalism of all things, forming a unique culture, forming a huge ghost system, such as Hell, the King of the Ten Palaces of Hell and the Judge, Black and White Impermanence, Cowhead and Horse Face, Meng Po and other underworld officials, and are reflected in folk customs, festivals and ghost stories.

Regarding the ghosts sacrifices on Ghost Festival, there are generally two types:

One is an evil ghost, which is a ghost that dies abnormally, such as killing, drowning, burning, and hanging. It is called a ghost of ruthless death among the people. Evil ghosts are an earlier concept in ghost thought. It is the direct reaction of primitive humans to fear death. Primitive people are quite afraid of the ghosts of the evil dead, and often perform different funeral rituals on them. To this day, there are still people who are in the folk that the evil dead cannot be reincarnated and become lonely ghosts or invade the city of ruthless death and will never turn over. This kind of ghost is the most resentful and often comes out to harm the world. After humans enter civilized society, they add moral concepts to evil ghosts, that is, they commit sins or do ignorant things before their lives, and they will also be invaded into the ranks of evil ghosts after their death. The "Ullambana Society" of Buddhism is mainly to save these evil ghosts, so that they can relieve sins, resolve resentment, and thus alleviate pain.

Another type is the so-called "good ghost", which is mainly dead ancestors and relatives. This type of ghost sacrifice is the embodiment of ancestor worship. In primitive society, the concept of good ghosts and evil ghosts appeared almost at the same time. People believe that ghosts with blood relationships will not only not harm themselves, but will also become the protective force of their clan or descendants in the dark. This idea has a profound impact on the sacrifices and funeral customs of Chinese ghost culture, such as the ancestor worship activities of Qingming Festival and Ghost Festival. Through rituals, ghosts from dead relatives will be recruited to enjoy the sacrifices and pray for the ghosts to bless and blessings.

The Chinese Ghost Festival is different from the Western Ghost Festival "Halloween". The modern "Halloween" has almost become a carnival with special meaning, and it does not have the function of commemorating ancestors. However, the Chinese Zhongyuan Ghost Festival is more serious and filial, and has many taboos. For example, during the Ghost Festival, you cannot go to the river alone to avoid being dragged into the water by drowning ghosts and becoming its scapegoat; those who do engineering work cannot start construction and lay the foundation on this day, and shops and factories do not choose to open this day as the opening day, etc.

The most familiar thing about the activities of the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival is to summon souls and worship ancestors, practice rituals and set up river lanterns.

The soul-summoning here is different from the soul-summoning that a person has just died. The latter is a ceremony that is carried out after a person dies in order to return his soul to the corpse and tomb, so as not to wander outside and become a lonely ghost. The soul-summoning of the former is more secular and intimate, and is a deep call to the dead relatives. The ancestor worship usually begins after the soul-summoning, and the customs are different in different places, but most of them have rituals such as sacrificial wine and vegetables, lighting incense and candles, burning paper money, etc. After the sacrifice, the whole family can eat the wine and vegetables used for the sacrifice.

When practicing rituals, Buddhism is the "Ullambane Society". This victory meeting is a concrete manifestation of the Buddhist idea of ​​saving sentient beings. It is often held in a very grand manner, with high monks gathering, and the scene is huge. During this period, it is often invited to perform dramas about stories about gods and ghosts in the underworld, such as "Zhong Kui Marries Sister" and "The Legend of the White Snake", which are quite popular among rural people.

The third item is to put on river lanterns. This ancient custom probably originated during the reign of Emperor Wu of Liang in the Northern and Southern Dynasties. At that time, monks only put on river lanterns in the release pond, and later spread to the people. It became a beautiful custom for people to express their longing for their dead relatives and blessings to the living. Every night of the Yuan Dynasty, people use paper to make lotus lanterns, goldfish lanterns, ghost lanterns, Guanyin lanterns, ingots lanterns and other colorful lanterns, which flow down the river, dotted and flickered, and decorated the entire river surface as beautiful as a poem. Unfortunately, now, except for a few towns with simple folk customs, it is difficult for people to see the activities of putting on river lanterns, and these beautiful pictures can only be left in their memory.

Other customs of the Zhongyuan Festival, such as jumping Zhong Kui, exploding safe rice, etc., many places have their own unique activities.

The Zhongyuan "Ghost Festival" is also known as the "Filial Son Festival". Because the Buddhist Mulian saved his mother, it was originally a story of filial sons. It is coincidental that Emperor Shun, a local official of the Taoist Zhongyuan, was also a great filial son. In addition, Confucianism in our country has always paid attention to filial piety, and filial piety is the first priority, so the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival has a strong filial piety color. Filial piety is one of the fine traditions of the Chinese nation, and the Buddhist Ullambana Association is also an embodiment of the fraternity and kindness of the Chinese nation. In these two points, as a traditional Chinese festival, the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival undoubtedly has its positive significance. Please visit "

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