Rugged back and rigid lines, such as the blue-gray stone road in Shaoxing, are hard and cold.

He took off his white coat and used a sharp nib as a weapon, shining cold light and stabbing the enemy in the throat.

Throat, pointing to the heart.

However, an ancient water town is full of soft scenery. A piece of white tile, a mobile family, mixed tastes.

The fragrance of grass and earth, the long clear water in front of you and the sound of pulp in your ears outline a poetic purity.

Shaoxing, that's tender.

However, in the mirror like soft glass in Water Town, Lu Xun, who is angular and full of pride, is reflected in twists and turns.

The soft water glass reflects a bright knife. No, it is more lethal than a knife. Wow!

The water swept in and lifted the shame of everyone.

Once upon a time, it was also a gentle water town. People saw the blood of martyrs dripping from the nose of the invaders, but still

It's a sign of numbness, and some people even use blood-wrapped steamed buns to treat diseases!

A cry pierced the lonely sky, aroused the blue waves of the city and aroused Lu Xun's resentment.

A nation at the mercy of others, without backbone and soul, lives numbly in a ferocious and ugly society.

Yes! Lu Xun was furious! His straightness refers to this dark society, declared with the power of a pen.

China people's clank pride! ! He finally stepped onto the ideological stage and fired at old China. He is not afraid of death.

It is impossible to fall in the literary world. With a wave of his hand, the enemy was beaten bloody by Lu Xun.

But Lu Xun still wants to fight with a pen, thinking deeply about his majestic back and deafening words, and rejuvenating the people of China.

Family! It also inspired the hearts of every citizen! ! !

Mentioning Lu Xun often reminds people of the majestic Huashan Mountain, which is cold and calm. He is like a man standing on the top of a mountain.

Cedar overlooking China.

In his hometown, he wrote many immortal articles, but he also left many promises in his childlike memory.

What a wonderful memory.

With the waves of Jiangnan rippling in my heart and the quiet moonlight, a quiet water town emerges.

"Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here." As a teenager, I wore a silver collar.

Birds in the snow left small valleys, mulberries, Gleditsia sinensis and raspberries, and the innocence of childhood was not inferior at all.

In the sharpness of the pen.

Lu Xun fought bloody battles on the battlefield filled with smoke, but there was no smoke. "coldly looking at the fingers of a thousand fingers,

Bowing down as a willing ox is a portrayal of his life.