清明时节,我又来到了母亲的墓碑前,伫立良久……我把手中的鲜花摆放在母亲的碑前,然后点燃早已准备好的香烟,插到碑前的香炉中。吸烟是母亲生前最大的喜好,每年祭日,我只能以此来抚平心中持久的追忆。烟在无思维中燃烧着,而有思维的我则在缭绕的烟雾中回忆着往事——母亲离开尘世已9个年头, During the Ching Ming Festival, I came to the mother’s tombstone again and stood for a long time ... I placed the flowers in my hands in front of my mother’s monument and lit the cigarettes that I had already prepared, and inserted them into the censer in front of the monument. Smoking is the greatest preference of a mother during her lifetime. Every year, I can only heal the long-lasting memories of my heart. The smoke is burning without thought, and the thoughtful I remember in the smoke of the past - the mother has left earth for nine years,