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晚风又起,在耳边呼啸而过。我们走向不远处一块不大的坟地。我知道,那里葬着一些不知名姓的老兵。外公舒展了蹙起的眉头,脸上多出一抹浅笑。“都是……的事儿了。”他低声呢喃,笑意不减。那一瞬间天空是温和的。这样轻描淡写的几个字,搅起我心底的一片涟漪。我静伫在原地,久久地,说不出话来。外公微眯起双眼像是在回忆一些什么。暮蔼沉沉,却感不到一丝凉意。“人老了,难免会想起一些过去的事情来。”又是一阵低语。
Breeze again, whistling in the ear. We are not far from a small cemetery. I know, there are buried some unknown veterans. Grandfather stretched his brows, his face a touch of extra smile. “It’s all a matter of ...” He whispered, his smile diminished. That moment the sky is mild. This understatement of a few words, stirring up a ripple in my heart. I stood quietly, long time, unable to speak. My grandfather narrowed my eyes as if I was recalling something. Amorous gloomy, but did not feel a trace of coolness. “People are old, it will inevitably think of some things in the past. ” Another burst of whisper.