清明到了,一个念头悄没声息地涌上心来,我们该去太原给你老人家烧几张纸钱了。那些年里,你喜欢站在吕梁山下那栋灰砖宿舍楼的窗口,久久望着楼外由远及近的一条公路。那是一条从太运高速路拐下来的柏油路,常常坑坑洼洼,积着一汪汪的黑水,时不时汽车碾过就会颠一下,溅起一片片水沫来。这公路的两侧还长着高高的白杨树,阳光总把树叶撩得哗哗响,也给路上印满忽忽闪闪的光影。你一定是透过那树叶的缝隙看到了公路 Ching Ming arrived, a thought quietly came to our hearts, we should go to Taiyuan burn a few pieces of paper money to your elderly. Those years, you like to stand in the Lvliangshan gray brick dormitory window, a long time looking at the building by a far and near a highway. It is an asphalt road that turns from the Tai-Yun Expressway. It is often bumpy with a bark of black water. From time to time, the car runs over and the water splashes up. There are tall poplars on both sides of the road, and the sunshine always rattles the leaves of the trees and gives the road a flash of light and shadow. You must have seen the road through the crevices of the leaves