阳光正好,给云朵镶了银边,在和风吹拂下,悠然浮动着。天空像被洗过了一样,蓝宝石的天空衬托着白云,使上祖坟这件具有强烈悲伤色彩的事的气氛缓解了许多。最先活动起来的是五六岁的侄儿一辈,他们腻烦了这种沉寂的环境,手拉着手,在路上竟唱起了歌。大人被感染了,于是也互相诉说着自己家里的事。只有我一人,边走边思索着:祖父是去年逝世的,听大人们说,当时祖父是口渴 Sunshine just to the silver inlaid clouds, blowing in the wind, leisurely floating. Like the sky was washed over, the sapphire sky against the white clouds, so that the ancestral grave of this atmosphere with a very sad thing a lot of ease. The first to be active was a generation of five or six-year-old nephew who, bored of the quiet environment, held their hands and sang songs on the road. Adults are infected, so they tell each other about their own home thing. Only me, while thinking about walking: grandfather died last year, listen to adults, when grandfather was thirsty