天色渐暗,残阳下的树影越来越长,似千万只手从地下冒出来撕扯行人,让人看了不寒而栗。突然一只寒鸦疾飞而过,嘴里发出一阵哇哇的悲鸣。点赞笔(寂寥的环境描写,极大地渲染了悲伤的氛围。)父亲走在前面,将奶奶的骨灰撒进溪水里。道士在前面念叨个不停,身后的人群呜咽一片。我的鼻子很酸痛,眼睛定定地望着桥面。记得小时候,每每到奶奶家玩,奶奶总是用那双宽大而粗糙的手 As the sky fades, the shade of the sun under the sun is getting longer and longer. It seems that tens of millions of hands emerge from the ground to tear apart the pedestrians, making people shudder. Suddenly a jackdaw flying over his mouth issued a burst of wow wow sadness. Pens like pen (lonely description of the environment, greatly rendering a sad atmosphere.) Father walked in front of Grandma’s ashes scattered into the stream. Priests talked in front of non-stop, the crowd behind the sobbing. My nose is very sore, eyes fixed on the bridge deck. I remember when I was a kid, whenever I went to my grandma’s house, my grandmother always used those big, rough hands