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正是寒食节,雨丝风片,告诉我这是一年一度的清明。在家乡父母墓碑前伫立,油菜花正黄,田垄的野蜂与天上飞的燕子,点缀着又一个春天的明媚。而我的父母已深埋黄土多年。每年清明回老家祭奠,每次当我与哥哥们跪向父母的坟前,总禁不住身心一阵恍惚:人死并不如灯灭,死亡并非终结,而人为什么要来这无常的人世走一遭呢?人生真如大梦,人为什么要活着?其实,对于万物灵长的每个人,都有可能思索这个宏大却又至为尖锐的问题。这是一个千古无解的话题。丹麦
It is Cold Food Festival, rain silk, tell me this is the annual Qingming. Standing in front of the tombstone of his parents in his hometown, the wild bee on the ridge of rape and the swallows flying in the sky are dotted with yet another bright spring. My parents have buried loess for many years. Ching Ming every year to pay homage to their hometown, every time when I and my brothers kneel to their parents’ grave, always could not help but physically and mentally trance: death is not as off, death is not the end, and why people come to this impermanence of life? In fact, for everyone who is primate, it is possible to think about this grand but most acute problem. This is an eternal topic. Denmark