“一匪成名白骨堆”。他杀人起家,杀人当官。 杀叔起家 震耳的枪声,划破长空寂寞。人间的欢歌笑语,霎地变为生死离别的丧歌。 “救——命,打死人呀！”烈日下的人们,丢下农活,朝着枪声响的方向跑去。 “A bandit fame”. He started murder, killing an officer. Uncle started murderous gunshots, pierced the sky lonely. Songs and laughter of the world, an instant change into a funeral song of life and death. “Save - life, killing people!” People under the hot sun, leaving farm work, ran toward the gun sound.