清明節似乎總是與雨分不開的。這個清明節便是一個不下雨的雨天。

　　Tomb Sweeping Day seems inseparable from rain. The Ching Ming Festival is a rain does not rain.

　　那是周二的上午，陽光明媚的清晨絲絲柔和的光照在我迷茫的臉上美妙極了。

　　It was Tuesday morning, sunny morning filar silk soft light in my face, wonderful confused.

　　遠足一直走到陳輝陵園。咦?我這個長跑歷來不及格。體力超差的人怎么一點也不累?據說人沉思時不會累。那我呢?總在沉思陳輝吧?

　　Hiking all the way to the Chen Hui cemetery. Huh? I never pass this long-distance race. Manual super bad man was not a bit tired? It is said that people who meditate will not be tired. What about me? Always thinking about Chen Hui?

　　天空中艷陽高照，可我的心卻愈來愈低沉。靜立在碑前，心想“為什么這革命烈士如此好的人，卻沒得好報呢?好人真的有好報嗎?……”

　　The sun is shining in the sky, but my heart is more and more deep. Standing in the grave, I thought "why this revolutionary martyrs so good, but not good? Good people really?... "

　　臺上的那位老師還在說著，不過語速越來越慢。我想那不僅僅是身體上的影響，而是更深層的心理上的創傷。

　　The teacher was talking about on the table, but more and more slow speed. I think it is not only the physical effects, but the deeper psychological trauma.

　　回去的路上，陽光燦爛地直射我的眼，刺地我會不過神來。

　　On the way back, sunny shining straight into my eyes, I will be the God to come.

　　驀地回頭，依稀還記得我身旁的陽光強烈而遠處那痕痕絲線般的光線卻輕輕撫摸著身旁的柳枝。柳枝剛剛長出嫩葉，但已頗為可愛。

　　Suddenly look back, vaguely remember me strong sunshine and the distance that mark the silk like rays were gently stroked the side branches. Willow just leaves, but is quite lovely.

　　猛然想起，“不是不報，時機未到”。陳輝烈士的好報也許還未開始?興許報效祖國使祖國便是他的追求.他所期望的包袋?

　　Suddenly remind of, is not reported, the time has not yet come". Chen Hui martyr himself might never have started? Perhaps the motherland to make our motherland is his pursuit. The bag he expected?

　　天空依舊萬里無云，但我心中的甘雨卻已在浸潤我的心田。

　　The sky was cloudless, but my heart is already in the infiltration of rain in my heart.