那是一个星期六的上午,天空下着雨。这倒是个去墓地的好天气。我心底里暗想,因为我要把一朵自己种的菊花,送到生前最疼爱我的奶奶墓前。我小心翼翼地捧着花,在墓地行走,穿过一排又一排的坟墓,到处寻找奶奶的安息地。因为我只是在两年前来过一次,奶奶墓碑的准确位置已经记不清了,只想起那是一块朝阳的坡地。在这个阴沉沉的雨天,哪里找得到“朝阳”的位置?我全身都湿透 It was a Saturday morning, the sky was raining. This is a good day to go to the cemetery. My heart secretly, because I want to own a kind of chrysanthemum, sent to my life most love my grandmother tomb. I carefully holding the flowers, walking in the cemetery, across rows and rows of graves, looking for grandma's rest. Because I only came once two years ago, my grandmother's tombstone has been remembered for the exact location, just remember that it is a sunny slope. In this gloomy rain, where to find the “sunrise” position? I am all wet