今天是祖父的“五期”,站在他的坟前,焚烧着冥纸,一任黑色的纸片翻飞。祖父在人生九十的门槛上永远地倒下了。他从土地上走出来,再回到土地里,但愿他入土为安,只可惜我们五个孙子竟没一个送上终的。他死的前一个月,我携妻子回到老家,祖父在病床上听到孙子的脚步声,就炸着嗓门喊了几声“四”(我在 Today is the grandfather’s “five” standing in front of his grave, burned the moon paper, as a black paper flies. My grandfather fell forever on the threshold of ninety. He walked out of the land and returned to the land, but let him be safe, but it was a pity that none of our five grandchildren had been sent to the end. A month before his death, I took my wife back home and my grandfather heard the grandson’s footsteps in the bed and shouted “Four”