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我写的双语小说《沐于浮华》Bathing In the Limelight他没扯着嗓子吆喝，那副破锣嗓子也实在喊不出什么体面的调子。他只是低着头，推着那辆吱呀作响的独轮车，碾过坑洼的土路，往城外那片连乌鸦都不愿多停的乱葬岗去。坡上早已挤满了人，有跪在新鲜土堆前哭嚎的，有抱着薄皮棺材发愣的，哭声混着风声，像一场永不停歇的、嘈杂的暴风雨。他把车停稳，将那些黑黢黢的糖块一块块摆在路边，又在每一堆旁边插上几根从路边拔来的枯草，那草茎弯着腰，像极了那些哭断了气的家属。He did not hawk his wares; his voice, a rusted gong, could hardly muster a tune fit for the living. He simply bowed his head and pushed his creaking wheelbarrow over the rutted dirt track, toward the potter's field beyond the city walls—a place where even the crows hesitated to linger. The slope was already thick with humanity: some wailing over fresh mounds of earth, others staring blankly at thin-wood coffins. Their cries mingled with the wind, a ceaseless, raucous tempest. He steadied his cart and laid out the dark, misshapen lumps of candy along the roadside, sticking a few withered stalks pulled from the verge beside each pile; the bent grass mirrored the grieving families, bowed as if broken by the weight of their own sorrow.
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