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1986年3月11日,一场春雨过后, 上海市烈士陵园内苍松翠柏显得愈发浓郁翠绿,陵园也分外庄严肃穆。一辆流线型黑色轿车沿着林荫道缓缓驶进园内停下。从车内走出一位满头银发、穿和服的老太太,缓步走到一位烈士的遗像前,虔诚地献上花篮,然后双手合十,鞠躬悼念。静默几分钟后,她抬起头来,两眼含着泪水,对身边的人员无限感慨地说:“不同的国籍,隔不断用鲜血凝成的国际主义友谊。今天,我
March 11, 1986, after a spring rain, the Shanghai Martyrs Cemetery pines and cypresses seem more rich green, the cemetery is also exceptionally solemn. A streamlined black car along the avenue slowly into the park to stop. From the car out of a silver hair, wearing a kimono old lady, slowly walked to the portrait of a martyr, devoutly presented baskets, and then folded his hands and bowed to mourn. After a few moments of silence, she looked up with tears in her eyes and said with boundless emotion to her people: "Different nationalities, separated by constant blood-cluttered internationalist friendship. Today, I