街上寂静而冷清。突然,好像是从远处,传来了持续不断的声音——这是歌声。歌声由远及近,转眼到了近旁,接着我看到,士兵的队列从小巷中走出,他们紧贴着围墙,好像是径直朝我走来。转眼间,整齐的队列又拐到了大直街上,朝那边,朝夕阳走去,他们走啊,走啊——就是走不完。他们没法走完,他们的人太多了。他们一个方阵接着一个方阵,拐过街角,填 Still and deserted on the street. Suddenly, it seems to be coming from afar, a continuous sound - this is the song. As the song moved from far to near and near to the instant, I saw the queue of soldiers coming out of the alley, and they cling to the wall as if coming straight to me. Blink of an eye, the neat queue again turned into a straight street, towards the other side, toward the sunset walk, they go, go - is endless. They can not finish, they are too many people. They are a phalanx followed by a square, turn around the corner, fill