当我在爷爷的灵柩旁长跪不起时,有那么一瞬,我想起了父亲带我参加村里长辈葬礼的那个上午。那时的我,怎么也无法理解一群人为什么要围着一方黑漆漆的木墩痛哭流涕,并唱出令人不舒服的古怪音调。为首的是一位老妇人,神情枯槁,深色的碎花外褂上沾有不少泥尘,雀爪般的手紧紧抓着木棱。悲音颤颤,声声凝血,句句断肠。枯瘦的身躯仿佛一触即散,但却有着无穷的气力似的,将至悲至痛的骊歌如同嘶 When I could not afford to kneel near my grandfather’s elbows, there was a moment when I remembered his father took me to the funeral of the elders of the village. At that time, I could not understand why a group of people cried and cried around a dark wooden pier and sang unpleasantly strange tones. Led by an old woman, looked caked, dark floral robes stained with a lot of dust on the claw-like hand clutching wooden edges. Sad voice chatter, voice coagulation, sentence heartbroken. Skinny body seems to touch, but it has endless strength, will be sad to the pain of li song like hiss