已是深秋,清晨的阳光躲进了云层,微风吹拂着,桂花飘着淡淡的香。工作人员抬起棺木平稳地放在炉板上。我轻缓地打开棺盖,请家属确认遗体信息。“请您节哀。如果信息没错,麻烦您在同意火化这里签一下名,让孩子一路好走。”我细声说着,生怕惊扰了他们。男子哀伤地望了望“沉睡”的孩子,握笔的手不停地发抖。当他终于下定决心落笔时,一旁的女子猛地上前将他手中的签字笔打落在地。她不哭不闹,只是静静地站在棺木前,双肩在颤抖, It is late autumn, early morning sun hid in the clouds, the breeze blowing, sweet-scented osmanthus float a touch of incense. Staff raised the coffin on the stove smoothly. I gently opened the coffin cover, please confirm the body’s remains of family members. “Please your joke .If the information is correct, trouble you in the consent of cremation sign here, let the children go all the way. ” I whispered, for fear of disturbing them. The man looked sadly “Sleeping” child, holding a pen’s hand trembling constantly. When he was finally determined to stop writing, the side of the woman stepped forward suddenly hit the pen in his hand landed. She did not cry noisy, just quietly standing in front of the coffin, shook his shoulders,