清明一近,心绪就免不得往下沉,直到触到陈年旧事的箱底,把一些远去的人,远去的事重新捞起。一直对姥姥家那幢宅子念念不忘,都隔了这么多年了,每每一想起,心里就痛,总觉得身体上哪块被抽了去,再也找不回来。我不知道自己死后会葬在哪个角落,但是我却知道有亲人埋葬的地方就是我的故乡。那么当我站在这块高地,向东南远眺的时候,一定是在望着我的故乡。 Ching Ming a near, the mood will not be allowed to sink until the touch of the bottom of the old stories, some away, re-picked up. Has been on the grandmother house that house never forget, have separated for so many years, often think of it, my heart pain, always feel what piece of body was drawn to go, never find it back. I do not know where my death will be buried, but I know where my relatives are buried is my hometown. So when I stood in this highland, overlooking the southeast, must be looking at my hometown.