清明,清晨。昨夜的细雨还没散去,枝头、额角、鞋尖溜着冷而潮湿的风。春寒虽没褪尽,但能隐约地感觉到处处生机涌动。全家已赶上最早的一班巴士,立刻感觉到车内热哄哄的嘈杂声袭面而来,汽车悄然启动。三岁的儿子在我的臂弯里慵懒地伸伸胳膊,张着小嘴不住地咳嗽,我赶紧起身,几次想打开车窗,但又湿又滑终没有成功,不免转过身来厌恶地看了看斜后排蓝烟腾起处抽烟的一个男子。车厢里十几个人,两个面前摆着篾篮子的女人坐在一起唠着东家长、西家短,时不时唏嘘短叹。斜后排的男子烟抽得很猛,一团团的烟雾升起散开在车顶部,我用手扇着面前的烟,又回头看了看,凭直觉我感觉到他们和我们一样,也是四口人, Ching Ming, early morning. Last night the rain did not disperse, branches, forehead, toe slipped cold and humid wind. Although spring did not fade, but can vaguely feel the surging vitality everywhere. The whole family has caught up with the first group of buses and immediately felt the noisy noise from the car, and the car quietly started. Three-year-old son lazily arms outstretched in my arms, coughing with a small mouth, I quickly got up, several times to open the window, but did not succeed when wet and slippery, can not help but turn around Disgusted looked at a man slanting back row of blue smoke at smoking. More than a dozen people in the carriage, two women in front of the basket with the basket sitting chatter East parents, West short, sigh from time to time sigh. Oblique row of men smoked smoke very fierce, a round of smoke rising in the roof of the car, I fanned in front of the hand with the smoke, looked back, I intuitively feel they are like us, is also four Mouth people,