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天阴得厉害,乌云漫卷,接着几个雨点溅到脸上,有些麻麻的感觉。我走在前面,身后的几个人抬着弟弟的灵柩,在崎岖的小路上歪歪斜斜。由于刚刚下过雨,路上非常泥泞,深一脚浅一脚地直打滑。穿过一片树林是一片很大的玉米地,地的中间早已挖好了一个四方的坑,弟弟的家就建在那里。母亲和弟媳哭天喊地的悲怆声从玉米地外传过来,撕扯着每个人的心。在把弟弟的棺木放进挖好的坑里后,我捧起一个土块压在了棺盖上的一张纸上,弟弟就悄无声息地躺在里面,他再也不可能开口说话了。坟前的纸灰在随风飘散,隆起的土堆上散发着泥土清新的气息,几只乌鸦或是麻雀在空中盘旋着飞过。
The sky was awesome, dark clouds rolling, then a few rain splashed his face, some Ma Ma’s feeling. I walked in front, a few people behind carrying brother’s coffin, crooked in the rough path. As it just rained, the road was very muddy, deep skim straight slippery. Through the woods is a large corn field, the ground has long been dug a square pit, brother’s home built there. Mother and sister-in-law cried grief from the corn field came, tearing everyone’s heart. After placing my brother’s coffin in the dug pit, I lifted a clog and pressed a piece of paper on the lid, and my brother lay quietly inside, and he could not speak anymore . The ash of the grave floated in the wind, and the fresh soil of the earth was exuded by the raised mound. A few crows or sparrows flew in the air.