一大早在这里行进的队伍,都是一个样子。他们从南边来,低着头,慢腾腾地走着,伴着低低的哭声,鼓乐手无精打采地吹着。走到北边那座房子前,纸棺推进去,顿时哭声大震,鼓乐声大震,孝子在门口跪下。一个小时之后,他们捧着骨灰出来,孝子手里的相框上多了一把黑色的雨伞。母亲说,雨伞是为了给亡者遮风挡雨的,去阴间的路那么长,还不晓得会遇到多少恶鬼呢。 The teams that are moving here early in the morning are all like that. They came from the south, head down, walked slowly, accompanied by a low cry, the drummer blowlessly blowing. Walked to the north of the house before the paper coffin to go, suddenly crashed loudly, loud drums sound, filial son knelt at the door. An hour later, they came out with the ashes, the filial piety in the hands of a black umbrella. My mother said that the umbrella is to shelter the dead, to the path of the underworld so long, do not know how many evil spirits will encounter it.