让我想想,这一切是怎么开始的呢?那日凌晨,死亡就像深秋一根停落着乌鸦的枯枝,散发着腐败与灰暗的味道,弥漫了整个病房,腐蚀着病房里的那些爱着他的人,比如我母亲,比如我。我木然地望着还残留着温暖的尸体,脑海中先是一片空白,接着一股又一股酸涩的浪潮涌入,意识恢复了:死了,死了。谁死了?我的外公死了。心里这样想着,嘴里却说不出一句话,就像仰头猛饮一口烈酒入喉,整个喉咙都是灼热感与疼痛。人去了,接下来便是葬礼,我是直系亲属,毫无疑问应该帮助 Let me think about it all. How did all this start? In the early hours of that night, death is like a fall of a crow in late autumn, which exudes a corrupt and gloomy flavor that permeates the entire ward and erodes the love in the ward His people, like my mother, like me. I am still looking at the remains of a warm body, my mind first a blank, followed by an influx of sour waves after another, the sense of recovery: dead, dead. Who died? My grandfather died. My heart thought, his mouth but could not say a word, like a sharp drink up a spirits into the throat, the whole throat is burning sensation and pain. People go, the funeral is followed, I am immediate family, no doubt should help