to?mourn1?Ding?Peng?ran?Yonggang?shot?live?in?ICU?anbi,?she?came?to?live?in?the?edge?of?the?bed,?the?bed?pillow?has?several?books?and?a?red?draped?belt,?red?belt?with?the?bedside?patient?record?card?covered?half,?the?bed?was?empty,?people?go.2?lens?he?put?bedside?red?belt?in?hand,?put?the?pillow?books?on?his?military?bag,?look?at?the?empty?room?like?Peng?Anbi?from?severe.3?lens?he?put?red?ribbon?son?in?hand,?shouting:?\"anbi.?Anne?jade,?youngest?sister.?I,?I...?\",?he?broke?down?in?tears,?tears...?208.lens?4?perennial?cooperation?with?the?hospital's?tombstone?production?cooperatives,?two?people?came?to?Ding?Yonggang,?they?had?e,?on?a?good?price,?they?are?dedicated?to?eat?a?bowl?of?rice,?to?Ding?Yonggang?for?a?deposit.lens?5?specially?Engraved?Stone?text?came?to?Ding?Yonggang's?side,?opened?the?book,?ask?the?stone?to?be?engraved?text,?back?engraving.lens?6?rain.?At?the?front?of?the?morgue,?in?the?size?of?the?basketball?court,?the?people?were?gathered?at?the?gate,?and?a?coach?pulled?up.lens?7?Zhang?Wanzhen?holding?Ding?Binghua,?Yan?staff?led?Ding?Zhaoyang?to?the?casket?to?finally?see?my?mother.lens?8?208?morgue,?with?a?red?wooden?coffin?cover?does?not?cover,?inside?the?body?is?lying?in?the?Peng?Anbi,?gathered?many?off?with?friends?beside?the?small?wooden?coffin?Chaoyang?refused?to?be?pushed?him?forward,?he?will?own?up,?he?with?his?hands?on?the?edge?of?the?coffin,?stretching?his?legs?look,?mom.lens?9?ice?in?aunt?Zhang?Wanzhen's?arms?toward?the?wooden?coffin,?lying?in?the?mother?hands?cried?out:?\"mom!?I?want?my?mother!\"lens?10?cry?vibration?came?off?the?uncles?and?aunts,?they?feel?sorry?for?Peng?Anbi's?untimely?death,?for?the?children?after?growing?worry,?Peng?Anbi?had?some?good?sisters?left.11?lens?cry?piercing?beating?Ding?Yonggang's?heart,?he?put?in?his?hand?with?red?haired?children?carefully?in?the?Department?of?Peng?anbi?head.lens?12?Ding?ice?flowers?constantly?crying,?sad?to?hear,?children?sometimes?twitch?screaming,?sometimes?even?crying,?holding?her?piece?of?data.?Ding?Binghua?still?does?not?understand,?her?call?can?no?longer?arouse?mother,?can't?let?her?get?up?again,?and?the?relatives?and?friends?to?say?hello,?she?left?forever.lens?13?several?white?coat?man?came?to?the?wooden?coffin?lid,?with?super?large?nails,?mount.lens?14?Ding?Chaoyang?followed?the?car,?the?car?to?stop?halfway,?he?sat?in?the?window?to?see?the?stone,?a?few?Han?carried?on?a?new?car,?about?one?meter?high?rectangular?marble?stone?is?made,?the?words?above?him.lens?15?Chaoyang?cemetery,?has?dug?a?pit?next?to?the?station,?a?lot?of?people,?some?hand?holding?shovels,?ready?to?pit.16?shot?several?Han?pulled?the?wooden?coffin?underpinning?the?rope,?the?wooden?coffin?slowly?into.17?Chaoyang?Yan?staff?was?shot?on?the?hands,?picked?up?the?shovel?on?the?box?to?fill?in?several.lens?18?everybody?to?fill?the?well,?uplift?a?bump,?bump?up?in?the?stands?beside?the?stone,?Ding?Zhaoyang?read?the?inscription?for?strict?staff,?right:?so?in?July?31,?1939?September?1,?1965,?with?the?middle?inscribed:?the?tomb?of?Peng?Anbi,?left?engraved?print:?husband?Ding?Yong?just,?Ding?Zhaoyang,?female?Ding?Binghua.?(fade?out)lens?19?busy?day,?the?sky?was?black,?Ding?Yonggang?looked?up?at?a?full?moon?hanging?in?the?sky,?the?moon?as?his?wife.lens?20?her?face?changed?from?big?to?small,?wearing?the?clothes.Song?subtitles?(gu