我最后一次见伯父,是在3月1日上午,他已安详地躺在灵床上。父亲本想在二月二“龙抬头”那天回乡探望,为的是日子吉利。不想,伯父没有跨过“二月初一”(2月28日)这道槛。伯父的死虽在预料之中,但噩耗传来时我还是不禁涌出两行浊泪;年近七旬的父亲更是老泪纵横,低吟道:同气连枝各自荣,些些言语莫伤情;一回相见一回老,能得几时为弟兄……后便仰面而泣,几近嚎啕。 Last time I met my uncle, on the morning of March 1, he was seated peacefully on the bed. My father wanted to go home to visit on the day of “dragon rise” on February 2 for the auspicious days. Do not want to, uncle did not cross the “first day of February” (February 28th) this threshold. Although the uncle’s death is expected, but the bad news came I still can not help but pour two lines of tears; the father of nearly seventy years is more than tears, whispered: with air their own honor, some words Mo hurt; once met each other an old man, when can be a few brothers ... ... then back and cry, almost wail.