又到清明扫墓时节,我们一大家子又从四面八方赶回老家上山扫墓,地里已是麦黄豆熟,空气中也漾动着春的暖流,而坟山上仍是黄土枯草,没有一点春的绿意。不知怎的,年年上坟年年都会想起奶奶的那个枕头,想起那笔藏在枕芯里的遗产。为着这笔钱款,奶奶和妈妈曾发生过有生以来最大的一次吵架。那是30年前的事了,那时生活十分艰难,特别是生活在我们那样 Then to the Qingming Sweeping Festival, we all children and from all directions back home swept the mountain home, the ground is ripe wheat beans, the air is also moving the warm spring flow, and the grave hill is still loess, no spring green . Somehow, every year on the grave years will think of that grandmother pillow, think of that hidden in the pillow of heritage. For this money, grandmother and mother had had one of the biggest quarrels in their lives. That was 30 years ago, when life was very difficult, especially for living like us