杨绛说:我双手烤着生命之火取暖,火萎了,我也准备走了。压迫人心的哀乐,漆黑如夜的棺材,一围墙花绿的花圈,几声颇有乐感的女人哭喊,扎堆似蝇看热闹的乡亲,构成我对家乡葬礼(当地俗称“发丧”)的主要印象。而那些游荡在我记忆中的影子,正逐渐地蒸发消散,吟唱着世间的真实与无奈。四世同堂却无家可归的赵太爷 Yang Jiang said: my hands grilled with the heat of life, fire wither, I’m ready to go. Oppressive hearts and sorrows, dark night coffins, a wall of green wreaths, a few musicians quite musicians cry, get together to see fly busy folks, constitute my hometown funeral (local commonly known as ) The main impression. And those wandering in my memory of the shadow, is gradually evaporated dissipated, singing the real world and helplessness. Four generations of homeless Zhao Lord