又是细雨纷飞，断魂时节。　　种树老人的坟墓安祥地落在郁郁葱葱的松林中，乍暖犹凉的天气，细雨低泣，林涛呜咽，整个空间充满了凄凉、萧条的气氛。我站在坟前，心神黯伤。　　从懂事起，我就晓得在家对面的那座山腰上有一间土屋，土屋里住着一位老人，听大人说他是战乱逃 Another is the drizzle, breaking soul season. The graves of the elders of the trees fall peacefully in the lush pine forests, warm and still cool, the rain sobs, the sobs of Lin Tao, the entire space is full of bleak, depressed atmosphere. I stood in front of the grave, my heart dark hurt. From sensible, I know that there is a home on the hillside opposite the home, an old man living in the earth house, listen to adults that he is fled