清明,随父亲回老家给爷爷扫墓。“你的爷爷曾经是一名军人!”父亲无比自豪地告诉我。话音刚落,他却陷入了沉默,半晌才道:“其实,你爷爷是幸运的。”我不懂这句话。给爷爷扫完墓,我们准备下山。突然,一阵山风吹来,掠过我的发梢,在远处的树尖上落脚。天空中,两朵白云趁机飞快地掠过,像两匹野马匆匆穿 Ching Ming, with his father back home to grandpa grave. “Your grandfather used to be a soldier! ” “Father told me very proud. When the voice faded, he was in silence, only a long while before: ”Actually, your grandpa is lucky.“ ”I do not understand this sentence. Sweep the tomb to Grandpa, we are ready to go down. Suddenly, a mountain breeze blowing, passing my hair, settled in the distant tree tip. In the sky, two white clouds took the opportunity to pass quickly, hurriedly dressed like two Mustangs