我怎么也想不到会在街口麻木车队伍里,遇到高中同学邓飞。我从深圳回故乡随州祭祖,给逝去的父母上坟。每年只有这么一次,还是从百忙之中挤出来的时间,清明节的天空总是阴郁沉闷。他笑容可掬的神态,给这种氛围带来了一丝人文的阳光。我在汽车站下车,准备打一辆的士或者电动麻木回家。嘈杂的汽车站人声鼎沸,不逊色于春运的热闹和混乱。我拎着大包小包站在长途汽车站出站口,有些迷失方向地东张西望。我在辨别方向的同时,也在寻找的 I could not think of any numbness in the street team, encountered high school classmates Deng Fei. I returned home from Shenzhen Suizhou ancestor, to the dead parents graves. Only once a year, or squeezed out from the busy time, the sky is always dark and gloomy Ching Ming Festival. His grinning demeanor gave this atmosphere a hint of humanistic sunshine. I get off at the bus station, ready to hit a taxi or electric numb home. Noisy bus station voices, not inferior to the fun and chaos during the Spring Festival. I was carrying a large packet of packets standing in the coach station exit, looking around some lost. I was looking for the same direction as I did