光滑泛黑的蓝色石头在这里最为常见,用来堆起亡人的坟包。我俯身捡起一块,石头冰冷的记忆钻入我的脑中取暖,眼前闪出一男一女的背影,相拥在星稀的月夜。看来爷爷所说的不懂事的年轻人就是他们了。我禁不住偷笑一声,把石头揣在口袋里,将掌心的温度分给它们少许。 The bluest, bluish blue stone is most common here, used to pound dead graves. I leaned to pick up a piece of cold stone memory into my brain warm, flashing a man and a woman back in front, embracing in the starry moonlit night. It seems that grandpa’s naive young people are them. I could not help laughing, putting stones in my pockets and giving them a little bit of the temperature of the palm.