送葬的灵车在哀乐声中缓缓行驶,一张张黄钱纸撒在肃杀的空中,就像一只只飞舞的黄蝴蝶,伴着外婆逝去了。今天,我跪在外婆墓前,又烧着一张张黄钱纸,随着红红的火焰,黄钱纸化为片片灰烬,在苍茫的空中打旋。我祭悼着外婆,流着泪,眼泪洒在记忆的闸门里…… The funeral wagon was slowly driving in the sadness and music. A piece of yellow money paper was scattered in the chilling air, like a flying yellow butterfly, accompanied by her grandmother. Today, I was kneeling in front of my grandmother’s grave and burned a piece of yellow money paper. With the red flame, the yellow money was turned into a piece of ashes and swirled in the sky. I sacrificed my grandmother, tears, tears in the gate of memory...