Two days later, the Qingming Festival will be held, and the school will give the children a two-day holiday. On the day of the Qingming Festival, the third grade and above gathered at the school at half past seven in the morning and chartered a bus to visit the tomb of the martyrs in the county seat.

Grandma has been busy all day long because of spring ploughing. In the evening, she was in the kitchen cutting old vegetable leaves and preparing to cook them for the pigs.

Seeing that Fan Ya had just finished her homework, she was teasing the chickens and ducks in the yard, causing a burst of small beasts to scream.

Grandma came out with a kitchen knife: "Ya! Lesser! Are you too idle, or do you have nothing to do? Help grandma go to Xiao Yan's house, and give you ten yuan to buy two bundles of Qingming pressed paper, and the rest to buy paper money. Go and come back quickly, maybe it's too late to wait, and you won't be able to buy Qingming pressed paper. Grandma said and put the kitchen knife on the wall, took out a crumpled ten yuan from her pocket, and handed it to Fan Ya.

"Grandma! What is Qingming pressed paper, I don't know? I've never seen it before! Fan Ya was a little curious about what Qingming pressed paper, in her impression that every Qingming Festival, grandma had fried a few side dishes to worship her ancestors, and then asked her to burn some paper money to her grandfather.

"It's just some five-colored strips of paper, alas! I can't tell you for a while. You still tell your Uncle Qin to buy Qingming pressed paper, he knows. Grandma said with her mouth and thought to herself: Alas! This kid is so old that he doesn't even know how to press paper clearly, which really makes me stupid.

"Oh! Grandmother! Got it! Then I'll go now. As soon as Fan Ya heard her grandmother say that her uncle knew anyway, she didn't have to worry about it herself, and she just ran away.

By the time grandma's pot of pigweed was still cooked, Fan Ya had already run back sweating profusely. The excited little mouth kept shouting, "Grandma! Grandmother! I am back! What did I buy? ”

"Crazy girl! Just those ten dollars, only buy those two things, is it possible that you can still use it to make flowers? Grandma joked disapprerovingly, and kept adding firewood to the stove.

Fan Ya ran directly into the kitchen and shouted happily: "Grandma! I've really made flowers, look! Is it good-looking? ”

Grandma looked up and saw that Fan Ya was holding a bag in one hand and two bouquets of yellow artificial chrysanthemums in the other. Surprised and shouted: "Xiaoya! You didn't buy Qingming pressed paper, or didn't buy paper money! What money do you take to buy two such beautiful flowers? Are you going to steal money again? I still stole your Uncle Qin's things, good! You send it back to me. Otherwise, I'll kill you. After speaking, he was about to hit Fan Ya with a fire tong in his hand.

Fan Ya took a step back and cried, "Grandma! Why don't you believe me? I have bought all the paper and paper money during the Qingming period. I see a lot of people buying flowers, and they all say that they will use them to sweep the graves tomorrow. I used the pocket money my grandmother gave me every week to save and bought two bouquets of flowers for my grandfather. Grandmother! You're so bad! I always think that I am so bad, so useless. Ahh Grandmother! I hate you! I hate you!"

Fan Ya was originally elated, and for the first time she saved money to buy a bouquet of flowers for her grandfather, who had long since died. I thought that my grandmother would boast about herself, but I didn't expect my grandmother to suspect that her money came from an unknown source. Aggrieved! The more I talked, the more aggrieved I became, the more excited I became, and then I cried and screamed. Rush straight upstairs and "bang!" slammed the door shut, locked it with his hand, and then went into the bed and cried.

Grandma listened to Fan Yayi, and regretted it in her heart: How did I forget, since she stole money last time, she later gave her granddaughter five yuan of pocket money every week. I didn't expect that she would save money after studying, and she also knew that she would buy flowers for her grandfather to sweep the tomb, and the child would be much more sensible when she was older.

Thinking of this, grandma hurriedly chased upstairs and kept knocking on the door: "Ya! Lesser! Open the door! It's grandma who is confused, grandma said the wrong thing! Our Xiaoya has grown up, you are so filial, tomorrow grandma will take you to your grandfather's grave. Good no good? Open the door!" Grandma shouted and shouted, and suddenly remembered that she had decided to take Fan Ya to visit the grave tomorrow. I used to think that she was still young, and I thought that the tomb was too cloudy and unlucky, so I never took her there. Now I feel that she is older and sensible, and she should also be asked to go to visit her grandfather's grave. In case she can't walk one day, Xiaoya can also sweep her grandfather's grave alone. Thinking of this, grandma blurted out.

Fan Ya began to cry in the quilt and kicked the quilt.

When she heard her grandmother say that she would take her to visit her grandfather's grave tomorrow, she immediately burst into tears and laughed, got up quickly, and opened the door after a whirlwind. Excitedly shouted: "Grandma! You said you can't go back, that's great! Ha-ha! I can go to the grave with my grandmother tomorrow. This is something that Fan Ya has been looking forward to for a long time.

"Grandma doesn't lie to you! Rest assured! Tomorrow morning you and Grandma will come early. Grandma looked at it, and this time she coaxed Fan Ya! Looking at her excitement, I was also happy......

The next morning, the sky was drizzling like smoke and mist. Dye green trees, green grass, green country roads.

The small stone slabs on the road were also wet, and the rain and fog shrouded the entire island, and inadvertently revealed a little sadness in the rain, whether it was the love of the ancestors or the hazy nature of the descendants.

Fan Ya began to jump up and down behind her grandmother excitedly, and when she saw her grandmother's face full of sadness, she didn't say a word to her all the way. She didn't know what her grandmother was thinking, and she didn't dare to disturb her grandmother. followed behind her grandmother in a proper manner, and she didn't say a word, but she herself remembered it unconsciously, this poem:

"Qingming" Tang Du Mu rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

After a long time, Fan Ya couldn't help but have nothing to say, and asked her grandmother: "Grandma!" Where is Grandpa's grave? How long will it take? ”

"Not yet! There's still a mountain to climb, and it's going to take a while to get there. Today, the weather is like rain and fog, and the mountain road is not easy to walk, and this road is usually rarely walked. Elegant! Be careful not to slip! When the grandmother heard Fan Ya ask, she came out of her thoughts and cared about her granddaughter.

"Oh! Got it! Grandma!" Fan Ya replied to her grandmother's words.

Looking at the people on the road who were the same as them, they were also going to sweep the graves, and they were all in a hurry. No one chattered on the road, omitted to say hello, just nodded to each other, and then passed.

The drizzle is like the tip of a needle, light as a cow's hair, like smoke and fog, and it continues to fall silently.

It kept dripping on the faces and bodies of the grandparents and grandchildren. The buds on the branches poked out their cute little heads, quietly watching the arrival of the grandparents and grandchildren. The drizzle mischievously fell on them, heh! What a beaded gauze shirt! The wind doll is also so naughty, running around with the rain constantly blowing, falling on the trees and falling on the grass.

The grandfather and grandson continued to walk towards the dirt road on the mountain, and before they knew it, their hair was covered with small white sugar, which suddenly melted again, and disappeared into the hair.

The clothes on their bodies were already damp, and the weeds on their trouser legs were already soaked; The uppers of the cloth shoes were also completely wet, and they were stained green and grass; The soles of the shoes were sticky with mud and grass, and the more I walked, the heavier and more laborious the shoes became.

Fan Ya kept her head down and followed her grandmother, not knowing how long she had been walking, let alone how far she had walked.

Suddenly, I heard my grandmother say, "Ya! Almost there! Ahead is the Tomb Mountain, and your grandfather's graveyard is near here. ”

Fan Ya looked up at this time and couldn't help but shout: "Mom! Why are there so many tombs here! I couldn't help but feel a chill in my back, and timidly approached my grandmother and took her hand.