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The sky was gray and it looked like a heavy snow was about to fall. I couldn't feel the wind, but there was a cold air that rushed to my face and penetrated through my clothes and into my bones. The road outside the gate of my grandpa's courtyard was still an east-west dirt road, eight or nine meters wide. The color of the road was yellow to white. There were several long ruts that turned when they reached the end of the road. The ruts were concave, and there were cracks on both sides of the ruts, like the frozen well ropes that had been dragged open, winding and stiff.

The sky was gray and it looked like a heavy snow was about to fall. I couldn't feel the wind, but there was a cold air that rushed to my face and penetrated through my clothes and into my bones. The road outside the gate of my grandpa's compound was still an east-west dirt road, eight or nine meters wide. The color of the road was so yellow that it turned white. Several long ruts led to the road and turned. The ruts are concave, and there are edges on both sides of the ruts, like the frozen well ropes being dragged away, winding and stiff. On this winter day, on this road, more than thirty filial sons and grandsons of my grandpa knelt down towards my grandpa's coffin. Behind the coffin were several tricycles, on which were seated my mother, aunt, sister-in-law and other female relatives. Grandpa's coffin has been placed on the eighteen arranged poles, and a classically decorated, gorgeous and elegant coffin cover has been buckled.