三爷的坟埋在野猪岭上。攀上野猪岭,老远就能瞧见三爷的坟。望着那馒头似的小土包,我便想起三爷的音容笑貌,想起与他朝夕相伴的那杆猎枪,想起他在野猪岭上与野猪遭遇的惊心动魄的故事。那年,三爷六十六岁了,他总说:“六十六,不死掉块肉,阎王爷向我招手哩!”话虽这样说,他仍在生产队干这干那。一到秋天,他主要的活计的就是看护野猪岭上那片新开垦的玉米地。三爷的 Sanye’s burial in the wild pig Ridge. Climbing wild boar Ridge, far you can see the Sanye’s grave. Looking at the bread-like small bag, I would think of Sanye’s voice and smile, reminding me of his shotgun companion every day and night, remembered his wild boar in the wild boar encountered thrilling story. That year, Sanye sixty-six years old, and he always said: “Sixty-six, do not die piece of meat, Lord of Hades waved to me miles!” Having said that, he is still the production team to do that dry . As soon as autumn arrived, his main job was to look after the newly reclaimed cornfield at Wild Boar Ridge. Sanye’s