细雨濛濛的傍晚,我撑了一把黑伞于稀疏的人群之中,静静地看着黄土掩埋了一个我似乎应该熟悉却陌生的人,随后,我便转身离去。阴闷的天空下有几声鸟鸣,传至远方,邻居家正在悼念死者,超度亡灵。唢呐声,锣鼓声,木鱼声,电子吉他声,混杂在一起,不绝于耳,本应有的几分伤感,似乎稀释了不少,人们脸上的泪痕,在各种金属声音的撞击下,已不见踪影。几许滑稽,一些人会感觉到。作为亲戚的我,随着家人来到这户人家,院里的人们,神态百千,有的哀痛,有的谈笑风 In the evening of drizzle, I held a black umbrella among the sparse crowd, quietly watching the loess buried a person whom I seemed to be familiar but unfamiliar, and then I turned away. There are a few birdsong in the gloomy sky, spread to the distance, the neighbor is mourning the dead, exceeding the souls. Suona sound, gongs and drums sound, Muyu sound, electronic guitar sound, mixed together, endless, this should be a bit sad, it seems a lot of dilution, tears on the face of people, in a variety of metal sound impact, has disappeared Trace. How funny, some people will feel. As my relatives, with the family came to this family, the people in the courtyard, demeanor, sorrow, and some laughter