The spring rain was like silk, the bone-chilling cold, and the gloomy sky seemed to be crying because of the death of Deng Changchun.
As time passed, descendants of the Deng family who were scattered around came back one after another to pay homage to their ancestor Deng Changchun, followed closely by Dali officials and students from all over the country who had received the news, and many people from all walks of life also came to do their part.