小时候,每每到了清明和冬至,爷爷就会牵着我的手,来到离村子有五里地远的一个荒废的机场跑道前祭扫。和爷爷一样,在跑道边上祭祀的还有好多人。我十分困惑,不知在机场的跑道下有着什么样的故事。我问爷爷,爷爷却不搭理我,而是让我跪在地上,不要说话。后来,我问父亲是怎么回事,父亲也不肯多说,但这样的祭祀活动 When I was a kid, whenever the Ching Ming and the winter solstice took place, my grandfather took my hand and went to a deserted airport runway five miles away from the village. Like Grandpa, there are a lot of people sacrificing on the edge of the runway. I am very confused, I do not know what kind of story under the runway in the airport. I asked my grandfather, my grandfather did not ignore me, but let me kneel on the ground, do not speak. Later, I asked my father what happened, my father refused to say much, but such sacrificial activities