I saw graves large and small, all facing them, with their backs to the mountains. A good mountain has added graves all over the mountain, as if it had been bombarded with a thousand holes by a cannon, and it is like countless eyes, large and small, staring at the grandparents and grandchildren.

"Don't look at it! Elegant! Let's go!" Grandma didn't answer directly, just grabbed Fan Ya's hand tightly and continued to walk forward.

After a while, Grandma said, "It's here!" Elegant! This is your grandfather's grave. ”

Fan Ya looked at the side of a terraced field, a wide and long perimeter simply made of stones and mud, and the top was hastily covered with tiles.

Looking at Grandpa's simple and sloppy cemetery, the whole cemetery and its surroundings are still overgrown with weeds.

Fan Ya couldn't stop crying, and she was already choking and crying: "Grandma! Grandpa is so pathetic! This can also be called a cemetery! Last time, my grandfather's cemetery had two floors and was so big, all made of cement. My father is so unfilial, this tomb is so big, only a few cemeteries are the same as my grandfather's. ”

Grandma was already in a bad mood, and then let Fan Ya say it, she burst into tears and forced herself to cry, wiped her tears with her cuffs, and said, "Child! Stop it! Talk less here. Let's help grandma weed! ”

Fan Ya bowed her head and remained silent when she heard her grandmother's words. After taking the coarse linen gloves handed over by his grandmother, he followed the two grandmothers to pull weeds around the cemetery first.

The thin young grass Fan Ya pulled it out at once, and the thick and tall weeds stood still no matter how they pulled it.

Grandma saw it and said, "Child! If you can't pull it out, put it first, wait a minute, let grandma cut the grass with a sickle first, and then dig it out with a hoe. ”

"Oh! Got it! Grandma!" Fan Ya replied, her hands were not idle, and she kept pulling weeds.

She squatted on the ground for a while, bent over for a while, and threw all the grass she pulled out on the other side of the terrace. The little man was constantly busy, and at this time his forehead was already sweating, and he wiped it with his sleeve, and continued to dry.

Grandma took the tall weeds that Fan Ya couldn't pull out, cut the grass with a sickle for a while, dug up the grass roots with a hoe for a while, and then carried the pile of grass that Fan Ya threw into the ravine. Grandma was so busy that her short white hair was soaked with sweat, and it was all stuck to her forehead and neck. She lifted her arm, wiped the sweat from her cuffs, and continued to work.

The grandparents and grandchildren were busy for a while, and finally tidied up the overgrown surroundings of the cemetery so that no grass was left.

He began to pull out the weeds in the cracks of the stones, and the young grass came out with an easy pull; The big weeds either pulled hard and the whole piece of soil was pulled out and crushed to the ground; Either you can't pull it out, no matter how hard you try, you can't pull it out.

Fan Ya looked helplessly, looked at her grandmother and shouted loudly: "Grandma! What should I do? ”

Grandma was busy with her hands, and she didn't raise her head, and said, "You can just pull it out yourself, it's okay if the clod of soil falls, wait for grandma to fill it with soil." If you can't pull it out, you can keep it for grandma. ”

Then Fan Ya took care of herself and pulled out everything she could. Seeing that her grandmother took the weeds that she couldn't pull out, she first cut the grass with a sickle, and then used the sharp tip in front of the sickle to deduct the grass roots and even the soil little by little. Finally, use a sickle to directly fill the hole in the wet soil on the terraces.

When the weeds on the stone wall were cleared, the grandmother said, "Ya! You put this pile of weeds in a dustpan and hold it and throw it into a nearby ravine. Grandma will pull out the grass on the remaining tiles! ”

Fan Ya nodded obediently and went to deal with the weeds that had just been pulled.

When the grandmother plucked the weeds, she lifted up the whole tile along with it, removed the weeds, and used a brown brush to remove the dust from the tiles, and finally laid it back in place.

When Fan Ya came back, Grandma hadn't finished cleaning up half of the weeds. asked Fan Ya to take the dustpan again, go to the neighborhood to pick up some more small stones, and continue to clean up the weeds directly.

By the time Fan Ya came back again, Grandma had already cleared all the weeds from the tiles and threw them all on the other side of the terrace.

Fan Ya put down the dustpan and asked her grandmother, "Grandma!" Where do you put these little stones? Shall I throw these weeds into the ravine again? ”

"You can just throw the little stone directly on the ground, put the weeds in the dustpan first, and then throw them up and throw them into the ravine when we go back. You first see how grandma presses the Qingming paper, and then you can follow suit! Grandma said, and took out all the Qingming pressed paper.

Grandma took a piece of each color of Qingming pressed paper, and then took a small stone, put the stack of Qingming pressed paper on the tile first, and finally pressed the small stone.

Fan Ya also followed her grandmother to do this, and it didn't take long for both grandparents and grandchildren to press all the Qingming pressed paper on the grandfather's grave.

Fan Ya looked at the new grave in front of her, and said to her grandmother with a smile: "Grandma! As soon as we cleaned it up like this, Grandpa's grave now looked much better and looked a little better. Later, when my dad comes home, let him repair my grandfather's grave. ”

"Yes! Grandma is also looking forward to your father coming back to repair your grandfather's grave. Don't talk about that, Ya! Come over and we'll burn some paper money for grandpa. As she spoke, Grandma took out the paper money from the bag, squatted on the ground, lit a match, and burned it on Grandpa's grave.

Fan Ya also squatted on the ground and helped her grandmother burn paper money together, and she faintly heard her grandmother muttering something very quietly in her mouth......

After burning the paper money, watching the fire gradually go out, taking the things, the grandparents and grandchildren were about to go back.

Fan Ya saw her grandmother look back again, and there were two old and new graves on the terraced fields that she wanted to look at from time to time in the morning.

At this moment came an old woman with gray hair, a face that seemed to be deeply wrinkled with a knife, and a face full of sorrow and crutches, and she came tremblingly carrying something.

Grandma was surprised and shouted, "Old girl! What's wrong with you this year! Why are you so old all of a sudden, aren't you a year younger than me? Why didn't your son accompany you this year and come over to sweep your old man's grave? ”

When the old woman heard her voice, she opened her cloudy eyes to see who was on the other side, and cried loudly: "O old lady! Oh my old sister! I'm miserable! I'm so miserable! I'm so miserable—ah! Oh my God—my old man—ah!"

"Old girl! Old girl! Don't cry yet, tell my sister what's going on? "Grandma took pity on this old man who cried when she saw her.

The old grandmother couldn't hold back her crying and stopped for a moment before she said, "Sister! That year, the two old men of us were buried together, and we gave them two brothers here together, and pressed this clothed mound. Your son was eight months old that year, and my son was six months old, and the two of us were widowed together. After so many years of visiting the graves together, we finally survived until our son got married and started a business. But when a typhoon blew last summer, my son died in the belly of a fish like his father. My daughter-in-law and two children remarried directly, leaving me alone as a superfluous person in the world. Ahh

She kept crying to her old sister who had been connected with the same fate before. They all had an agreement back then, they only met once when they swept the tombs on the Qingming Festival. I didn't see any other place at other times, and I was afraid that when I met, I would recall the painful past.

When the old woman said that, she sat on the ground and cried. Grandma kept reassuring this miserable man.

Later, the grandparents and grandchildren helped her sweep the grave, Fan Ya looked at the old and new graves of her family and the graves of her grandfather, and they were very close to each other, she looked at the two teary-eyed grandmothers in front of her...... onclick="hui"