我常想一个很哲学的问题,人来到世上走一回,到底是为了什么?我想这个问题的时候,便会想到你,想到我自己。我在三十二岁的时候,送走了五十六岁的你。五十六岁啊,时间对于你就已经完全静止了。那天早晨,从火葬场出来,盛有你骨灰的骨灰盒,就由我接过来,背你走一程了。你的儿子和姑爷要乘近一小时的汽车回家打点行李,然后返回来接你,再坐一夜的火车,把你送回老家,安葬在老家的祖坟地里。妈妈说,你父亲说他活着的 I often think of a very philosophical question. When people come to the world and go back to the world, what is it for? When I think of this question, I think of you and think of myself. I was 56 years old when I was 32 years old. Fifty-six years old, time is completely still for you. That morning, came out from the crematorium, containing your ashes urn, took over by me, you take a trip back. Your son and uncle will go back home for some nearly an hour to pack their luggage, then return to pick you up, take another night’s train, take you home and be buried in your home’s grave. Mom said that your father said he was alive