当门外传来笃笃的拐杖声的时候,我总想起身开门叫声阿婆……葬礼大鼓咚咚地敲着,每一下都像敲到心里去似的,令人倍感沉闷压抑。敲鼓的是一个微驼的矮小老头,穿着一件洗得发白的T恤衫,戴着破旧的斗笠,嘴上叼着根卷烟,一张黝黑的脸上看不清表情。这是村口的晒谷场上的一场简单得有些寒碜的葬礼,两条板凳上停的是阿婆的灵柩,装饰着纹绣有吉祥图案的帘布,上面立着一只仙鹤的造型, When a tuk-tuk’s croon came from the door, I always wanted to wake up and open the door to cry Grandma ... ... The funeral drum pounding, every time it seems like knocking my heart, it is more boring and depressing. The drum was a little camel’s little old man wearing a washed white T-shirt, wearing a shabby hats, mouth with a cigarette root, a dark face can not see the expression. This is a simple, somewhat shabby funeral at the sunken valley at the entrance of the village. The two benches are the coffin of the lady, decorated with a cord of auspicious motifs and decorated with the shape of a crane.