当红色五月即将到来,当许许多多的人坐上旅游车,开着自驾车,准备出去度过开开心心的三日游。我却独自一人,默默回到生我养我的村庄,来到父亲的坟前。父亲的坟头上长出了青青的麦苗,葱花,嫩黄的玉米,高粱和谷子。父亲离开我们到今天,已经是整整两个月了。2017年3月1日,农历二月初四晚,十时三十五分,父亲合上了他对这个尘世,对这个家庭,对儿女依依不舍的一双眼帘。 When the red May is coming, when many people get on the coach, driving by car, ready to go out and have a happy three-day tour. I was alone, quietly back to life I raise my village, came to his father’s grave. My father’s grave grew young green seedlings, green onion, yellow corn, sorghum and millet. It has been exactly two months since my father left us today. On March 1, 2017, at 9:35 pm on the first day of the fourth lunar month, his father closed his eyes to this earthly world, to this family and to his children.