“音响,三遍钟。”舞台监督低头小声对着别在身上的话筒说道。剧场里三遍钟一敲,观众席一黑,舞台上渣土里便噌噌地冒起烟来,扎着马尾的场务姑娘拉起剧场门口的幕布……这一切都预示着又一场《纪念碑》的演出开始了。我悄然掀幕布出去,穿过走廊时朝天边瞅了瞅,夕阳流火,远方烧得通红,便想起一个半月便是在如此的日升月沉中 “Sound, three times the clock. ” Stage supervisor whispered to the microphone on the other side of the body said. Three times in the theater a knock on the clock, the auditorium a black, on the stage of the muck of bauxite smoke up, wearing a ponytail field girl pulled the curtain in front of the theater ... ... all this indicates another The performance of the monument began. I quietly lifted the curtain and looked out to the sky as I walked through the corridor. The setting sun streaming into the distance made me farewell in the distance,