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清明节这天,我携妻儿回老家扫墓。回到老家还不过十点钟,却不见着了父亲。问及侄儿,他说,早上见爷爷拿着铲锄、镰刀出门,但没说往哪去。我听了内心一震,心想:又该是去看母亲了吧。果然,当我们赶往母亲的土坟,远远就看见父亲一个人在低头挥锄的影子,走到近前,只见四周的杂草还有被雨水冲刷过的泥土在父亲的挥锄下变得整齐、鲜亮起来。我内心为之感动极了,为父亲怀念亲人默默付出的那份真挚的爱!而在此时,当初移葬母亲时的情景又浮现在眼前。
On the day of Ching Ming Festival, I brought my wife and son back home to visit the grave. Back to home yet ten o’clock, but did not see his father. Asked his nephew, he said, in the morning, Grandpa took a shovel hoe, sickle out, but did not say where to go. I heard the heart startled, I thought: it is time to see her mother. Sure enough, when we rushed to the mother’s grave, we saw far behind the shadow of his father playing bow hoe, approached, I saw around the weeds and soil washed by the rain under the father’s hoe down Neat, bright. My heart touched it very much, for my father miss his loved ones silently to pay the sincere love! And at this time, the original scene when the mother was burial again in front of us.