夜深沉。我推着安放刘仁同志遗体的平车,从医院南楼,穿过马路,走向太平间。昏暗、阴沉、冰冷,到处是强抑着的饮泣声。我心头窒息,步履艰难,不相信死亡会征服他的生命。黑夜没有尽头,路也没有尽头。马路上,稀疏的灯光,斑斑点点,影影绰绰,难道这就是生死的分界?透过死亡的 Night deep. I pushes a flat car that houses Comrade Liu Ren’s body. From the south tower of the hospital, I cross the road to the mortuary. Dim, gloomy, cold, everywhere is strong inhibition of sobbing. My heart suffocated, walking difficult, do not believe that death will conquer his life. There is no end of the night, nor the end of the road. On the road, the sparse light, speckled, shadowy, is this the boundary between life and death? Through death