一一阵风吹过,南方烈士陵园的松柏沙沙地响,像哭泣,又像是倾诉。烈士墓前坐着一名穿瑶族服饰的女子,看起来上了年纪,眼里无波无澜,几丝银发飘浮在耳际,她凝视着墓碑上那张依然年轻还带着一丝稚气的烈士头像,一动不动,没有人知道她在想些什么。这情景与悲壮的烈士陵园融为一体。 After a gust of wind blowing, the cemetery of the Southern Martyrs Cemetery rang, like crying, but also like to talk. Sitting in front of the martyr’s tomb, a woman wearing a Yao costume looked as though she was old and had no waves in her eyes. Some silver hair floating in her ears stopped her gaze on the tombstone that was still young and with a childish martyr’s head , Motionless, no one knows what she was thinking. This scene merges with the tragic martyrs cemetery.