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大年初二,我和父亲回老家上坟。老家是个很大的村庄,记忆中很早就铺上了油漆面公路,进村的道路一直很畅,唯一能阻挠车辆行进的就是每年的今日不时在车前腾空而起的二踢脚:一团倒丁字形的火焰从地表迸发,随之而来是巨大的闷雷声,硝烟顿起,在天上脆声地爆裂后,不久就能听到不明的细碎砸在车顶,此时眼中暂存的火焰痕迹与清晨的黑蓝、烟雾的灰黄混杂,隐约中所见前方或俯身或站起或闪躲的人影攒动,“砰!”一声,又
New Year’s Day two, my father and I go back to the grave. Hometown is a very large village. It was very early in the memory of being covered with a painted road. The road to the village has been smooth. The only obstacle to vehicle traffic is the two kick-offs that vacate the car each year from time to time: T-shaped T-shaped flame burst from the surface, followed by a huge bored thunder, Dunyan Dun, burst into tears in the sky soon after, you can hear the unknown smash hit the roof, this time in the eyes of temporary Flames and early morning dark blue, smoke, yellow and gray mixed, vaguely seen in front of or leaned forward or stand up or dodge the people save, “bang! ”