“燕子来时新社,梨花落后清明”。又快到清明节了,每年清明节爸爸都要带我回故乡老家祭祖。我的老家在一个遥远的小山脚下,爷爷奶奶在那里生活了几十年。那是一座古老的土砖矮房,门前有个小院,院脚有一棵古老的枣树。虽然老家没有名山胜水,也没有奇花异草,却是我朝思暮想梦魂牵 “When Swallows came, the new agency, pears were behind Ching Ming.” It was time to go to the Ching Ming Festival. Every year on the Ching Ming Festival, Dad will take me back to my hometown to worship the ancestors. My old home was at the foot of a distant hill where grandparents lived for decades. It was an ancient adobe dwarf house with a small courtyard in front of it and an old jujube tree at the foot of the courtyard. Although my hometown does not have famous mountains and waters, I don’t have any exotic flowers, but I’m thinking about dreams.