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告别遗体的队伍那支一眼望不到头的队伍缓慢地、肃穆地向前移动着。我站在队伍里,胸前别着一朵小白花,小白花正中嵌着我的照片,别人和我一样,也都佩带着嵌有自己的照片的小白花。钟表奏着单调的哀乐。这是永恒的仪式,我们排着队走向自己的遗体,同它作最后的告别。我听见有人哭泣着祈祷:“慢些,再慢些。”可等待的滋味是最难受的,哪怕是等待死亡。连最怕死的人也失去耐心。女人们开始结毛衣,拉家常。男人们互相递烟,吹牛,评论队伍里的漂亮女人。那个小伙子伸手
Bid farewell to the remains of the team that looked unattainable team slow, solemn move forward. I stood in the ranks, with a small white flower on my chest and a small white flower with my picture in it. Others, like me, were wearing small white flowers with their own pictures. Clocks play monotonous funeral. This is an eternal ritual, and we line up to our bodies and make the final farewell with it. I heard someone cry and pray: “Slower, then slower.” The taste of waiting is the most uncomfortable, even if it is waiting for death. Even the most afraid of death also lost patience. Women began to knot, pull homemade. Men give each other tobacco, bragging, commenting on the beautiful woman in the team. The young man reached out