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今年的清明节,我跟着爸爸和爷爷一家人一起来到了乡下老家祭拜我曾祖父、曾祖母,悼念他们那早就升天的亲魂。记得去年清明节,我和爷爷也来过这里,顾忌我年纪尚小,怕我害怕,只是让我离得远远的待在车里没有靠近。如今这般近距离的接触,我却没有任何的害怕,眼中只有深深的迷茫,心中只有深深的思念。靠在松柏树旁,仰头望天,神色说不清的惆怅。阴郁的天气似乎随时会下雨,坟前的青草毫无顾忌地疯长着,把灰白色的墓都遮挡了大半。我身后的两颗松柏树就
This year’s Ching Ming Festival, I followed my father and my grandfather came to the country home to worship my great-grandfather, great-grandmother, to pay tribute to their ascended spirit of ascension long ago. I remember last year’s Ching Ming Festival, my grandfather and have come here, scruples I am still young, afraid of me, just let me stay far away from the car. Now such a close contact, I did not have any fear, the eyes only deep confusion, only deep thoughts in my heart. Leaning on the cypresses tree, looking up, look can not tell melancholy. Gloomy weather seems to rain at any time, the cemetery green grass without any hesitation soaring, the gray tomb are blocked most. Two cedars behind me