清明的雨下了几千年,不仅少了那种雨巷的诗情画意,更让人生出淡淡的伤感。建军的摩托车骑得很慢,路上又有几个新的坟包,坟上插的白花、黄花摇曳着,也不知道又走了谁。下坡就是桃花村了,建军本想给父亲一个惊喜,没想到一把锁挂在大门上,门上的春联风化得红一块白一块。军哥,怎么骑摩托车回来了,你打个电话还怕我不开车接你呀?看看,哪像个军官?堂弟建辉看见建军,忙不迭跑过来。建军呵呵一笑,小不点,来,帮忙提东西。 Rain of the Ching Ming for thousands of years, not only less the kind of rain Lane poetic, leaving people a touch of sadness. The army’s motorcycles rode very slowly and there are several new graves on the road. The white flowers are inserted in the grave, the yellow flowers are swaying, and they do not know who has gone. Downhill is the Peach Village, the army wanted to give his father a surprise, did not expect a lock hanging on the door, the door of the Spring Festival weathered a red and white. Army brother, how to ride a motorcycle back, you call me afraid I do not drive pick you? Look, what kind of officer? Cipher Jianhui saw the army, busy running over. Jianjun Hehe smile, a small, to help mention things.