我常常会想起那个地方。因为那里有我的亲人。那是座不高的山,就在小城的旁边。那里有葱郁的松树,有青青的茅草,有湛蓝的天空和凉爽的风。站在高处,可俯看小城秀色,转身又可远眺浩淼的鄱阳湖。如果不是一座座凸起的坟茔,不是偶尔在风中飘荡的没有燃尽的黄裱纸,还有那些已被雨水淋得色彩斑驳的清明标和只剩下竹架的花圈,那里恐怕很容易被人误以为是城市公园了。徜徉山间,细心的话,在众多的坟茔中可以找到两座清同治年间的古墓,其中一座 I often think of that place. Because there are my loved ones. That is not high mountain, in the small town next to. There are lush pine trees, green grass thatched blue sky and cool winds. Standing high, overlooking the town show color, turn around and can see the vast Poyang Lake. If it is not a raised tomb, not the occasionally blowing in the wind of the yellow paper without burning, there are those who have been drenched in rain and rain brightly colored wreaths and bamboo wreaths left there, I am afraid it is easy Was mistaken for a city park. Between the mountains, careful words, in many tomb can be found in the two tombs during the Qing Dynasty, one of them