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小克住在，每个周一到周五的早上五点，他就要爬起床，等奶奶给他做好早饭，他就得乘着黯淡的天色出发去十几里外的。

一般这个时候，奶奶都会陪小克走一段路，送到村口，小克才会踏上一条笔直的水泥路，在奶奶关切的眼神中，小克的背影逐渐消失在路的尽头。

这一天，小克与往常一样起来，在他往嘴里扒饭的时候，奶奶走过来说道 ：“克克，今天奶奶就不陪你走到村口了，你自己去吧。
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“奶奶，今天为什么不送我了？”小克抬起头问道。

“奶奶今天要去烧香。
小克长大了，还怕吗？”

小克知道，每个月总有那么一天，奶奶会约上村里的许多老人，一起去村西边的庙里烧香。

吃完早饭，小克背上书包，一个人向村口走去。

冬天的天色总是亮的晚一些，此时天还是青蓝色的，望过去小路两旁的水杉还只有一个个尖耸的轮廓，像一把把矗立的阳伞。
夏虫的浅唱低吟在萧瑟的冬日里毫无踪迹，只有小克轻轻的脚步声证明了，这里还有生命在活动。

平日里这一段路，小克都有奶奶相伴，所以他不觉得多害怕。
但是今天，他一个人走在这条小路上。

小克缓慢地走着，高大的水杉在两旁默默树立，微风吹动，树叶婆娑，小克的脸上也显现斑驳的树影。
抬头一看，原来昨夜的月亮还在半空。
树叶的声响有的时候听起来像人在身后的脚步，小克回头看看，什么都没有。

尽管如此，他还是下意识加快了脚步，走得急了，脸颊上吹过的风也多了起来。
终于，小克走到了让他害怕的那个转角。
走过这个转角，马上就可以到村口了，但是每当他一个人看到转角边上那块高地，他就止不住地害怕。

那块高地上有几个坟头。
有些坟头是土堆，顶上用瓦片盖着，下面压着泛白的黄纸；也有几个坟头是砖头水泥砌成的小堡垒，两头往往各有一个孔。
其中一个坟头上，那个花圈大概放置了很久，只剩了一些骨架，倚在坟堆上，发白的花都像被人揉皱了似的，躺在地面，在黯淡的天色中白的有点儿明显。

风从水泥砌成的坟头的孔里穿过，发出呜咽呜咽的响声。
小克伸出手抓奶奶的衣角，结果抓了个空。
奶奶今天不在！小克加快了脚步，他不敢侧目，更不敢回头，只是一个劲地往前走，心里告诉自己：别怕，别怕，我长大了。

走着走着，背后的风声越来越响，小克的脚步也越来越急。

“这些风听起来就像有人在说话”，小克曾经跟奶奶这么说过。
这个时候，奶奶都会拽紧小克的手，然后边走边念叨：“你安心地走吧，不要回来，我们都很好……”

但现在，小克只有一个人，他感到有人在追他，却不知道逃向何处。
他知道这些可能是错觉，但刮起的风，那听起来似乎在说“你等等我啊……”，这些又让小克觉得一切都那么触手可及。

坟头上的花圈架倒伏在地，一朵白花飞起来落在了路上。
小克越跑越快，但总是跑不出这一个小小的转角。
一种无形的力量将他紧紧地拉扯。

“你放开我！”小克发出声嘶力竭的声音，“我要去上学！”

那一朵落在路上的白花被吹了回去。

然后，风停了。

小克望了望高地上的那座坟，一撒腿跑向了村口。

……

一年前，清明前夕。

奶奶：“克克，我们去看看你妈妈，好不好？”

Introduce:Small gram lives in the country, every Zhou Yi arrives of Zhou Wu in the morning at 5 o'clock, he is about to climb get up, wait for a grandma to cook good breakfast to him, he has to set out by the colour of sky with bleak move go to the school of ten inside and outside.
General this moment, the grandma can accompany small gram take a paragraph of route, send a village the mouth, the small conference that overcome ability sets foot on a straightforward cement way, in the eyes that is deeply concerned in the grandma, the back of small gram disappears in the end of the road gradually.
This day, small gram and rise euqally as one used to do, go to in him when the meal gathering up in the mouth, the grandma walks over say: "Can, the grandma does not accompany you to walk along village mouth today, yourself goes.
" " grandma, today why don't bother to see me out I? " small gram raises a head to ask.
"The grandma should go today burn joss sticks.
Small gram was brought up, be still afraid of? " small gram knows, every month always has so a day, the grandma can be made an appointment with on a lot of old people of the village, the burn joss sticks in the temple that goes together on the west of the village.
Eat breakfast, small gram carries submit a written statement to a higher authority on the back to wrap, a person goes to village mouth.
What the colour of sky in the winter always shines is a few later, day or cyanine are right now lubricious, the metasequoia that looks at past alley both sides still has the outline of each needle alarm only, resemble a parasol that stand tall and upright.
Of summerly bug shallow sing croon to be without a trace in bleak wintry day, have small gram only gently footstep evidence is clear, there still is life to be in here activity.
Ferial in this paragraph of road, small gram has grandma photograph partner, so he does not feel much to fear.
But today, his person goes on this alley.
Small gram is going adagio, lofty metasequoia is established silently in both sides, gentle breeze puffs, leaf dancing, mottled tree picture also is shown on the face of small gram.
Look up to look, the moon of original yesterday evening still is in half sky.
When the noise of the leaf has, sound be in like the person the footstep behind, small gram looks round look, whats are done not have.
Nevertheless, he is subliminal still quickened a pace, go urgently, the wind that has blown on the cheek is much also rise.
Eventually, small gram went to let that corner that he fears.
Had taken this corner, can arrive immediately village mouth, but every time his person sees that upland goes up by the side of corner, he stops not the dwelling place fears.
There are a few grace mounds on that upland.
Some grace mound are hillock, building with tile on the top, there is yellow paper below; Also having a few grace mound is the small stronghold that brick cement build by laying bricks or stones becomes, both ends often has an opening each.
Among them on a grace mound, that wreath was placed probably very long, remnant a few framework, lean on graveyard caboodle, hoar flower resembles was being kneaded to knit like, lie in the ground, white in bleak colour of sky a little apparent.
The Kong Li of the grace mound that wind becomes from cement build by laying bricks or stones is crossed, give out the noise of sob sob.
Small gram extends a hand to pay the garment part of the grandma, the result caught a sky.
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