有一种爱,绵柔如温情的流水;有一种爱,沉默却让人倍感安心;有一种爱,从不显山露水,却总能到达人生命中最契合的地方。总有那么一个季节,花轻似梦,细雨如愁。埋葬了一个冬天,今天再次苏醒。而空气中,时不时地散发出庄重肃穆的气息。我静静的等待,等待一场久违的重逢,送一份久蕴的怀念给已故的亲人。那一年,月末,我与家人回了老家,去看望那片荒芜了一年的坟头。走在坑洼不平的土地上,脚用力支撑着我的身体上去一个又一个的山坡。山依旧寂寥萧条,丝丝荒 There is a kind of love, soft gentleness like warm water; there is a love, silence makes people feel more peace of mind; there is a love, never significant dew, but always reach the most fit place in human life. There is always a season, flowers like a dream, drizzle, such as worry. Buried a winter, woke up again today. The air, from time to time exudes a solemn atmosphere. I wait quietly, waiting for a long absence of reunion, to send a long memory of the memory of the late relatives. That year, at the end of the month, I returned home with my family and went to visit the mound of desolation for a year. Walk in the potholes uneven land, feet hard support my body up one after another hillside. Mountain is still lonely depression, slightest shortage of land