中秋节前,爷爷打电话叫我们一家三口到时候回老家,给奶奶扫墓。中秋节扫墓,一开始我的内心不禁有些疑惑。到老家时正值中午,阳光灼热无比,天上的云朵已不见踪影,只剩下单调的蓝天,远处的梯田更是沉默无语……我们出发上山了,爷爷和爸爸各扛着一把锄头,妈妈带着一把月牙似的镰刀。山路很陡,路也越走越窄,但路边的野花却让人感到安慰。那野 Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my grandfather called us a family of three to go home when the grandmother swept the grave. Mid-autumn festival grave, at the beginning my heart can not help but some doubts. At home when noon, sun burning incomparable, clouds in the sky have disappeared, leaving monotonous blue sky, terraced fields is silent ... ... we set off, my grandfather and father carrying a hoe, Mom with a crescent-like sickle. The road is steep, the road is getting narrower and narrower, but the roadside wild flowers are comforting. That wild