一碧如洗的伏牛山,大山深处,葬着我的姑父。七八十年前,一个雄姿英发的少年,从这里走向山外,一走,一辈子浪迹天涯,心在外,他从未想过故土。却不想去世多年后,一抔骨灰又回到出生的地方,安葬在他自幼就不喜欢的母亲身边。当山风吹过他坟茔的时候,当野草拂过那被称为教授的墓碑,如果天地间真有灵魂,他也许会像生时那样无奈地苦笑,人生都是或长或短的过程,所谓命,所谓运,各有各的精彩与落寞,而这过程于他,却似乎难说有情,太多的荒腔走板,让人感慨人生的无常。 A Bi Bi wash Funiu Shan, deep in the mountains, buried my uncle. Seventy or eight years ago, a majestic British hair boy, from here to the mountains, away, life forever wandering horizon, heart, he never thought of homeland. But do not want to die after many years, once ashes return to where they were born, buried in his childhood do not like mother’s side. When the wind blows through his tomb, when the weeds blow through the tombstone, which is called a professor, if there really is a soul between heaven and earth, he may feel helplessly laughing as he was, and his life is either a long or a short process. The so-called life The so-called luck, each have their own wonderful and lonely, and this process in him, but it seems hard to say love, too much to run wild, people feel the impermanence of life.