娘说,这是你十三爷;我说,我认识。我毕恭毕敬地喊一声十三爷。十三爷盯着我,打量着我;我弯下腰,对十三爷陪着笑脸。十三爷转过脸,只顾和娘寒暄,好似不再有我的存在;我专注地盯住十三爷的脸,想证明我真的认识他。十三爷扛着一把铁锹,继续朝东,走向更深的田野,但我确定,今天虽是清明节,但他绝不是去上坟,他身上没有一星半点上坟要焚化的纸钱;我扶着娘慢慢向西走,越来越远离外公外婆长眠的公墓,远离桃红李白的田园,娘惦 Mother said that this is your Shisan Ye; I said, I know. I respectfully shouted Shisan Ye. Thirteen Ye stared at me, looked at me; I bent over, accompanied by a smile on the thirteen Yeh. Thirteen Yeh turned his face, only with the mother greeting, it seems there is no longer my existence; I focus on the face of Shisan Ye, want to prove that I really know him. Shisai Ye carried a shovel and continued eastward toward a deeper field, but I am certain that although it is the Ching Ming Festival today, he is by no means going to the grave. There is no paper money on the grave to be incinerated by him; Slowly go west, more and more away from the grandfather of the grandfather cemetery, away from the pink Li Bai’s pastoral,