小雨斜斜密密地织着,无声无息地洒在嫩嫩的草地上。我静静地站在一堆四周栽满松树的坟前,感受心与灵魂在最深最远的角落相通,一任春雨潮湿了我的思绪,记忆的底片沿着缕缕凄凉向前伸展……生我养我的村庄坐落在半圆形的山坳里,村前流过一条小河,没有人知道它的源头。河岸边一间破落的木屋掩映在几 The rain slopped densely and spattered silently on the tender grass. I stood silently in front of a pile of pine-covered tombs and felt the heart and soul at the deepest and furthest corners. I was immersed in my thoughts by the spring rain, and the memory of the film stretched forward along the coldness... The village that supports me is located in a semi-circular mountain stream. A small river flows in front of the village. No one knows its source. A broken wooden house on the river bank