“谷雨难落雨,清明难得晴。”还真是,这个清明又落雨了,淅淅沥沥的,不大,但很熬人。记起纳兰容若的《红窗月》:燕归花谢,早因循、又过清明。是一般风景,两样心情。犹记碧桃影里、誓三生。这是容若写给他亡妻的。而我,这个清明却分外想念我的奶奶。奶奶的小院儿还在,那疏疏的篱笆、土坯泥色的房子,甚至是剥落了油漆的窗户,都还在。可是,奶奶却走了,去了很远很远的天堂,再也没有办法看到她了。真的是一般风景,两 “Valley rain difficult to rain, Ching Ming Rare Clear. ” Really, this clear and the rain, lingering, not large, but boil. Remember Nalan yongrong’s “red window month”: Thanksgiving Yan Hua, as early as follow, but also clear. Is the general landscape, two moods. I still remember Bi Tao Ying, oath three students. This is if Rong wrote to his deceased wife. And I, this Ching Ming has missed my grandmother exceptionally. Granny’s small yard is still, the dilapidated fence, adobe muddy house, even the paint peeling windows are still. However, grandmother has gone, went far far paradise, no longer able to see her. Really is the general landscape, two