教师的葬字L在铜管吹奏的哀乐声中,当着孩子说些不堪入耳的话语,人着抬着他慢慢从村中走过去—看见了他,立即清醒过来,太阳如火,正是五月的天气。而且痛哭流涕。……手都冷得颤栗。尘埃在十字路口散落,老人们靠着篱笆叹息。他的一个学生,小号吹不成调,可汗水已经湿透了他的内衣 Teacher’s funeral L in the brass in the funeral sound, in front of the child to say ugly words, people carrying him slowly walked from the village - saw him, immediately wake up, the sun is on fire, is It is the weather in May. And wept tears. ... hands are shivering. The dust scattered at the crossroads, the old people sighing by the fence. One of his students, trumpet can not make a tune, sweat has wet his underwear