一甲午清明,伯父走了,他走的那天细雨纷纷。伯父是个孤寂落寞的人,下葬那天送行者寥寥,他的寂寞从始至终。一个不愿打扰别人的人,同样也不希望别人打扰自己,他以默默无闻的方式走完了平淡无奇的一生。透过如烟的雨丝,我作为侄儿,以一个学生的目光来审视伯父时,漫漶的思绪中,不由得生出世道沧桑的感觉来。二十岁那年,高中毕业的伯父以农民的身份,走进简陋的校园,做起了山乡孩子王。清 A Jiaqing Ching Ming, uncle gone, the day he went drizzle. Uncle is a lonely man, the funeral who walked handicapped few, his loneliness from start to finish. A person who does not want to disturb others, also do not want to disturb others, he walked in an obscure life bland life. Through the smoke of rain, I, as nephew, with a student’s eyes to examine the uncle, the thoughts in the heart, could not help but give birth to the vicissitudes of the world feeling. Twenty years old, high school graduate uncle as a peasant identity, walked into the shabby campus, made the mountain king of children. clear