夏末的一天,我们终于把她从冰冷的地下发掘出来。我们将这具女尸从棺柩中抬起来,平稳地放到担架上,然后用白纱布盖起来。我的六个学生权充抬棺手,稳稳地将担架抬上了肩。他们抬着她,穿过高山顶上的草场,从这座2400年前的古墓走向我们用胶合板搭成的简屋。我目送着行进中的担架,看那女尸在野花的海洋中起伏,心中不禁又涌起搅扰古墓圣洁的负疚之痛。然而,作为在现场负责的考古学家,我的心又 One day in the late summer, we finally dug her from the cold ground. We lifted the corpse from the coffin, steadily onto the stretcher, and covered it with white gauze. My six student rights filled the coffin and steadily raised the stretcher to the shoulder. They carried her through the meadow above the top of a mountain and walked from this ancient tomb 2400 years ago to our simple plywood house. I watched the moving stretcher, watching the woman corpse in the wildflowers of the ocean ups and downs, the heart can not help but pour disturb the holy guilt pain. However, as an archaeologist in charge of the scene, my heart again