坟回到村庄的路上,总能看见远远近近,大大小小的坟。或单一,或三三两两,在天底下,在荒原上。白日里,它们全无半点神秘的色彩。如果说,无论是血亲还是乡亲,都是亲人们。那么,里面安睡的,都是远去的亲人,和亲人的祖先们。如果是夏天,这些土堆周围,草木青青,一些生机,让它们显得幽远。傍晚,一定会有一些 Tomb back to the village on the road, always see far and near, large and small graves. Or singly or in twos and threes, in the heavens and on the wilderness. During the day, they are not the slightest mysterious color. If you say, whether it is blood or folks, are relatives. Well, sleep inside, are away from their loved ones, and their loved ones’ ancestors. If it is summer, these mounds around, vegetation green, some vitality, so that they look faraway. In the evening, there will be some