A small town near the Yellow Sea

Push the window, dense arrangement of the tomb blowing.

Open to the corner of a large erected a monument, tens of meters high, the book: anonymous mound.

I often facing the window, a station is an afternoon. Sometimes the sky is sunny, can see the tombs of the wild flowers quietly open; Sometimes the sky is overcast, dead wood oblique Ke scattered in the gray atmosphere, the crow stand on top, peck at their feathers; The rain is washed with the fine dust, monument and show the color of the stone, like a page of the original story; sometimes snow, uplift of the tomb, like snow-white steamed bread, And I often see sticky blood to eat bread case. Sometimes, nothing, that is, stand an afternoon until the stars scattered in the vast sky .

Qingming that day, I saw a man in black robes in the grave, the huge tombs between the smoke only to see a wisp of haunting. I walked in the past, this is the first time I went to the grave, I was in the body, the body seems to have not belong to themselves, remote mountain pine forest vibration of the sound through the river Bupi reached my ears. Smoke stopped. The old man is gone. All the graves are unknown, mound is already loose trend. I stood among the dead, there is no fear, only their own can not grasp the loss fully furnished.

After that, I no longer see the old man. I do not know a day and added a new mound, a girl sobbing, I looked at all the way, and my heart have this sad mood inexplicable growth. Her sadness does not need too much face changes, I saw her one afternoon, when she left several times back to the head, the last one is on the monument. Sunset in the evening, her back like the horizon of Hongyan Xia, when I look back, I was Alice to be owned Gu Hong.

Three days later, the monument came crashing to the ground, smashing a lot of mounds, unknown wilderness, birds wandering voice sandwiched between my heart of the woody ring to elegy gestures to bid farewell to them. From the snow and rain no longer that wildflowers no longer that night slumped song that no one alone Shou Lou Cangmang mood no longer that unknown monument .

but me. I just want to send myself a grave.