坟爷爷,郑筱萸他,今天伏法了。我看您来了,您安息吧。我给您带来了一些药,是真药,您头疼了,睡不着了,就服用一点,现在,一切都好多啦。我们,也好多啦,身体不好可以敢进医院了……这是一个春日的上午,阳光暖暖的,我到坟地去,一个三十多岁的汉子伏在一座坟前,絮絮叨叨地讲着这些话。我听了,低着头,连忙走过去。因为,我心中也有许多话,跟他讲的意思差不多,但是 Grave grandfather, Zheng Xiaoyu he, the law today. I see you coming, you rest in peace. I brought some medicine to you, it is real medicine, you have a headache, can not sleep, take a little, now, everything is better. We, too much, poor health can dare to enter the hospital ... ... This is a spring morning, the sun is warm, I went to the grave, a 30-year-old man lying in front of a grave, ramble talking These words. I listened, head down, walked quickly. Because there are many words in my heart that tell him the same meaning, however