清明每次回乡挂清,在走到临近先祖坟地的草径上,总会看到一些稀稀落落的茶树结着零星的茶泡、挂着疏散的茶蔓,夹在周遭桎木、杜鹃、荆棘丛生的灌木林里,似乎正被什么遗忘,被什么掩盖。而我照例会招呼女儿去摘些 Every time Ching Ming goes back to his hometown, he goes to the gravel path near the ancestral cemetery where he always sees some sparse tea trees with sporadic tea blisters and scattered tea buds scattered around alder trees and azaleas It seems that what is being forgotten and what is covered up in the thick bush of thorns. As usual, I will greet my daughter to pick some