Since then, so many years time, YiJiPing in the names of the men who died in father shuttling among the bells and whistles hewn monument sound slowly in adulthood. In the son YiRuShan lost in painting, father of expenses also many a fee, then only more gung-ho carved monument.
YiJiPing in ten years old before refused to believe that mother died of the facts. He sat beside dusty father often missed my mother. He tried to his father, to retell the most strong memory that a few things, or ask east ask west and tie up the father said he doesn't remember things. Two men in stone, shiver and powder Ji between you one, I be a repeating, remember the past, as if to say a out at any time to come back in time, grinding knocking two people full of hope and happiness. YiJiPing is in those dreams slowly in love painting.
Nine years old he started to help father with black paint draw tablet of those names, tracing BeiTou of those clouds and longfeng, at the age of 13, will help to write names, writing tablet inscription and behind in stone slab painted on some of simple design.
