晚风缭绕,暮霭沉沉,人迹渐冷,就在耳边阵阵模拟的撕杀声中,我和我的同伴们一起绕过正门,走向一个意义与之不同的黄昏,躬身在陵园深处的墓地里,抚读一座座墓碑上的碑文,那么亲那么近地靠着那些烈士墓,靠近那些长眠地下的烈士。然而此刻,你可知道,静默无声地排列在我面前的,是一座座无名烈士的墓碑,墓碑上,除了记载了战役的时间和烈士牺牲地,其它一片空白……我是在参加建国五十周年文艺汇演归来的途中经过孟良崮烈士陵园的,那时,我的身边摆满了写有烫金大字的证书,荣誉与鲜花环绕着我,豪华的骄车飞一样行驰。就在距城 Twilight winds, evening gloom, the population getting cold, in the middle of the hole in the simulation of sarcastic sound, I and my companions to go around the main entrance, to a meaning different from the dusk, bend in the cemetery depth Of the cemetery, he read a monument on the tombstone inscription, so close to rely on those martyrs tomb, near those who sleep underground martyrs. But at the moment, you know, silently arranged before me is a tombstone of an unknown martyr, on the tombstone, in addition to the time of the battle and martyr sacrifices, the other piece of blank ... ... I was to participate in the founding 50 Anniversary of the return of the art show on the way through the Mengliangmiao martyrs cemetery, then, surrounded by me filled with gilt bronze characters of the certificate, honor and flowers around me, luxurious car flying the same. Just from the city