最近,我读了《读者》这本杂志中的《你死了谁会哭?》一文,有很深的感触。文章记叙了“我”、妈妈和奶奶在上山去挖番薯的路上,看见有人出殡,前后左右围着许多人,他们都失声痛哭,一把鼻涕一把泪,那场面非常感人。奶奶说:“这人生前一定做了许多好事,要不怎么会有这么多人为他送行呢?”当时奶奶还说了许多话,“我”只记得一句话:“你死了谁会哭?” Recently, I read “Reader Who” in this magazine, “Who are you dead cry?”, A deep feeling. The article recounts the “me”, my mother and grandmother in the mountains to dig the sweet potato on the road, saw someone funeral, around a lot of people around, they all burst into tears, a nose and tears, the scene is very moving. Grandma said: “This life must have done a lot of good things, or how so many people will be off for him?” At that time my grandmother also said many things, “I” only remembers one sentence: “Who are you crying dead? ”