Road, one in modern Chinese the most simple and most commonly used word, maybe it is in people's consciousness is only between two points either straight or slightly curved line of Bale connectivity. As long as comfortable to sit inside the car, the ease of turning the steering wheel, sudden handy speeding and passed. Do not leave a little trace, and without taking a trace of memory.
thinking in the right path, I faint to hear an old passed away on the road with the sentiment of life; "The road is from the road where there is no violation of ourselves, from the only place to open up out of thorns." I was aware that hidden in the road behind the pioneering of human consciousness and a sense of infinite vicissitudes of light has been unwittingly away from modern life.
Today, I am walking on its North Sichuan Road is such a pool of things is also embody the vicissitudes of the last century a century thinking about the way Chinese intellectuals. However, when I stood on the arch line of sight than the comb through the two rows of scales between the times of high-rise buildings across the whole of the wide road, its end is always a large and sophisticated Shuo billboards and a vehicle shuttle of its luxury cars on the cover. I can hardly put it with the beginning of the last century that the Japanese Imperial Army Imperial China domineering, local ruffians looked rampant gang linked to the old Hongkou. Is also hard to imagine, where the original was actually the Chinese culture town, many great masters of modern Chinese literary circles have been dwelling here. Only bridge towering western-style buildings on the Nazhi ancient China Post Building, the old clock and the Suzhou river under the bridge with a deep, soft inside when the water is not yesterday, it reminded me of those intertwined with brilliant and bitter story.
I took recourse to the piety of modern Chinese literature, the mood has now been down this road is full of commercial atmosphere ahead. Along the way only a passer-by, lined with shops, busy streets, but not had discovered traces of Lu Xun left by 1:00. However, the emergence of a finally an intersection of the arch looks very special. It is not with the sharp edges and corners, top of the semi-circular shape was a little flat, which was written: "sea hometown", under which resolutely inscribed: "Duolun Road Cultural Celebrities Street," several characters, from the whole to go its obvious with the Shanghai style of a traditional Shikumen. From time to time my heart was happy, because it Duolun road I have heard for a long time. Although it is busy deep in Sichuan North Road, a quiet slip road, but once Canglongwohu, on behalf of two to three decades of the last century there are many great masters of modern Chinese literary world to live here, and many hit the country's literary masterpiece was born. The current situation of confusion and did not disturb their thoughts, their thinking was also carried out washing of chaos. The Nanchang Uprising, the Kuo Mo-jo who eventually finding refuge here, and in this translated by a "Faust"; Mao Dun's literary creation is also in here; Ye Shengtao's novel "Ni Huanzhi" is also in here, come out. Of course, there Chen Wang Road, Feng Xuefeng, Rou Shi, Qu Qiubai, Shen Yinmo, Uchiyama Kanzo ... ... one called "public coffee" in a coffee shop is China's first revolutionary literature group "Leftist" The main venues. Remember that Lu Xun's "revolutionary coffee shop," there are such a description: "Think for Western-style house tall, front and wide street, the entrance is a glass crystal light flashing signs on the upstairs of our literary and art circles today, celebrity, or the high-talk, or the contemplation before it is a big steaming cup of coffee ... ... the idea is the proletariat is the ideal paradise. "Now I am on the ground, walking on this narrow little road, facing both sides of the collection and selling antiquities calligraphy and painting shops, there is an Inter-Library Wenyuan, suddenly feeling away from it's old buildings tell their own stories of yesterday and the vicissitudes of the years.
just walk a few steps, I suddenly attention to the roadside stood in front of a shop in the erection of a large plaque, plaque on the calm and the words "Xianheng hotel" four characters. These familiar handwriting of my memories of moments transferred to the south that are familiar with Lu town. I should go as if the big streets That carpenter's square-shaped counter, facing the cabinet cried: "warm bowl of wine, to a dish of beans flavored with aniseed." - Although I do not drink. Then, together with a group of jacket to help by standing outside the cabinet, a bustling rest of the drink. Of course, there will always be both inside and outside that can store full of happy air Yiji the. However, the eyes open and saw the shape is indeed a quaint restaurant, but if not the style of Shaoxing, the shop is antique, the wall is adorned with several Chinese calligraphy and painting, porcelain floor is bright too gratifying, as well as Several young and beautiful service instead of a "look silly, not gown Shihou patrons" and "I", the door can not see a jacket to help. Perhaps it will not be prepared inside the hot water temperature and wine, selling the kind of Kong Yiji a general favorite beans flavored with aniseed. Only hole I had been standing silently outside the edge of the bitter with the music carrying a pile of beans flavored with aniseed, as if to stubbornly passers introduce "fennel" four kinds of words written, even if no one reason he is true - This is a statue of a squat. Since schools will not be seen to have known the friend, and I better ask him: "a century is passed, beans flavored with aniseed taste still the same? Of your gown or not washed once do? Of the leg after being discounted do you still, as always, studious? "However, I finally could not bear, and he ultimately did not language, accompanied him standing there, and only a few more, and stop limousine. In addition to antiques shops and cafes device, restaurants, the Duolun Road has also put a lot of stalls. Its mostly sell used books, such as Russian literature, and a lot of ancient Chinese novels. During this period also put some new gadgets, such as playing cards, in a transparent cellophane wrap exposed only to the first "Ace of Spades A", printed above, the 2003 World Man of former Iraqi President Saddam Hussein's head.
Overall, Duolun Road, Great lanes are "L" shape, although there are a lot of bending, but she is still very accurate at both ends of the cut into the Sichuan Road to go into. I arch into the original, are now moving from the other side to come out the same arch. From a cultural tourism Duolun roads are known to return to the business gathering in the Sichuan North Road, go. Do not read, has been down to go.
Sichuan North Road at the northern end there is a large park, called in the old Shanghai Hongkou Park. Later, Lu Xun's body from a cemetery re-interment of the country west of the 10000 point, and in 1956 built a garden-style houses in Shaoxing Lu Xun Memorial Hall, and finally in 1988 officially changed its name to Lu Xun Park. It is said often to take strolls around the late Mr. Indeed, here, though not as Baicao garden as paradise, and certainly not nimble lark is called the Son of Heaven straight string from the grass between the sky, there is no immortality will be able to eat the man-fleece-flower root, there is no Chilian she and the beautiful legend of a snake However, in that the non-human world, this quiet secluded corner of the park in the bustling city is also about spiritual cultivation is no more than a good place for. Mr. era so, now is still not changed. It into the gate, conical crown of evergreen cedar trees, the tall light-colored parasol, there are more unknown tree very much like the row in front of guards in general. On, and finally covered by a sky; the next, but also has a cool one. Suddenly, just busy on the Mercedes-Benz cars, the sun's flame, have disappeared without a trace. I was just like entering another world.
by pressing the door hung a map right on walking, soon, a southern-style from the grass between the buildings were standing in my eyes. This is the Nazuo Lu Xun Memorial Hall, the main hall divided into two levels, his former there is a former park. I have joy through the door and the former park, without consulting anybody ran to the second floor exhibition hall went. Hall along the four sides of the house which was broken line gradually deepening, dark on the walls show each embedded a lot of things, there is again a touch of light, so that the whole child as if the time tunnels. In which Lu Xun and I had a cross-time communication. From the front of a few of the original edition of the "New Youth", "New Wave", "Novel Monthly", "women's magazine," I like to return to the "54" that belongs to the era of rebels. Listening to you gave voice cry time and again, a loss, only relying on the hands of a "Sweet Basil" trying depicts four hundred million people and five thousand years in this highly civilized nation in the people's soul. The wall was a secret word: "I have to turn over a check, this history does not age, crooked on every page are written 'virtue and morality' ... ... 'cannibalism'." In this familiar and profound the lines, I was surprised, she saw your face vague, simple, solemn without the lack of enthusiasm - later found out this is nothing but the word glass box opposite a reflection of your avatar Bale. In tough and unyielding, "weeds" voice of praise and "Zhaohuaxishi," I saw your handwriting handwritten under a chapter of your characters a little round, losing in the illegible in earnest, there were some in the altered neat. I can see you right to the text with the man's rigorous. I have the impression that living in the mortal world of grief and you should always maintain a cool bar. You say: "The essay must be a dagger to survive is to cast guns, energy and people who are indebted with the blood opened up a shadow of things to survive." Therefore, in this Hanlie the air, you blow blowing "hot air"; there goes on I had heard of you in Xiamen's "grave" middle photographs - perhaps only the only way you can take pictures in such a place, because you say you live in the middle of Xiamen grave. However, the front of this "two books" Let me feel your soul your love and pursuit of human right, although you live in "non-human." Also, your ardent concern for young people. For example this photo on the Retention 1 with short hair, with a student of Liu Zhen-jun installed. You can see her smile is so gentle and serene, as the photo narration: "gentle temperament, academic quality, highly praised for mentoring," also if you say "amiable smile." When 3.18, after her death, you really have nothing to say, and you think a long song when the tears must be fixed after the pain. Several scholars, literati, however, so that you overstepped the bounds of the sinister tone of anger, you finally April 1 of this Western Citation days of entertainment that let us write Napian songs from "Memorial Liu Zhen-jun." However, even more sophisticated for you, nor is this piece of land of ancient and autocratic to those bloodstains's demise. Just a few years later, the same enthusiasm and courageous five young people in full bloom pink in Longhua disc blood. Later, I became one of the alumni. The same school and I contacted him up, he also put me contact you up. You said; "The night is long the road is also long, so let me forget, do not say a good strike. But I know that, if not I will always remember them and repeat them back to. ... ..." Time flies , 70 years have gone by, and his monument is standing on a campus, but people still remember his very few say they had less. Still later, your companion is also the case of Yang Quan left. "I've watched their peers into a new ghost", you really have not thought about their own destiny? The face of death, you frankly at the. In the terminally ill, your doctor determine if you are Europeans had been dead five years ago, the occasion, you have written with a testamentary "dead." You are indifferent to face your enemies, you hate to let them go, you do not forgive one. Just three days before his death was also quietly wrote "Cao set of seven Chinese Soviet writer"; two days before his death, wrote, "because Taiyanxiansheng and that spring to mind Knew" ... ...
Out of this solemn memorial, I was back to modern times, returned to the quiet of the park forest hallway, towards a more heavy curtain went Lu Xun.
Lu Xun's tomb was lying quietly in the park Xibei Yu. Separated by a large circular lawn look in the past, where are full of symbolic mourning pines and cypresses, as well as the Camphor and wide evergreen magnolia. Lu Xun, a squat on their guard seated in the middle of the next legislature, followed by faint it is a tomb, a generation "national soul" Lu Xun is being laid to rest here. At this time, my mind suddenly flashed Mr. Lane's "death" to. Mr. It is not as he anticipated that the motor nerve eliminate the perception of waste is still more terrible than four state passing through listening to their footsteps and "dead? ... ..." "Hum. -- This is ... ... "" Tut, Tut ... ...! ... ... "arguments. I think the current state of my own: Yes, happily - is not the case; it is sad - be honest, and I have no tears for a long time; or simply the death of the President as "add more material after dinner chat "- do not know, and will not bar. Well, I like writing this there may well be "more costly valuable work," the article I, are those strings on your husband and who "seek to do on the material" has resulted in nuisance bear matter to the green, he flies and ants do ? I feel very self-contradictory, but also very much puzzled.
here in recent years, however, quite quiet. Lu Xun are being left on the screen of less than 100 meters where a giant bird's nest-shaped building just placed in there, carefully looked at Fang Cai know that this is the famous Hongkou Football Stadium. I have been watching the original game to its majestic and luxurious, as well as a vigorous atmosphere of the court fell under the spell, expect to one day be able to come here. Did not think it is also quietly go to bed around with an old man.
screen to the right is a prolate a large lake. Green Lake Bobbi shadow, shore wind on a willow branch Piaowu. So I took the wind section of the lake, between a narrow bridge, its fine-sounding name "The more Hongqiao." Standing on the bridge, my head is Fudong Zhao white clouds, feet are filled with a lake as a mirror of water. Looked to the right from time to time, this lake clean water winding along the narrow waterway extending to the distance, out of sight at the end there is a southern-style homes; right hyperopia, this vast lake behind the sky, put up a few pieces of slender high-rise buildings - one side, such as Shaoxing, one side, such as Shanghai; side of the home as warm and quiet while like the smoky battlefield. One side is the naive romantic hearing brothers, one side is that in the face of tenacious struggle against the white terror, Mr. Lu Xun. And to communicate their "way", only in my feet do not see that it is a thin flow of water. Then my thoughts as "Homeland" at the end of the words: "I hope that this does not matter there is no such no. As the ground the way, in fact, the earth had no roads, people walk more, but also became the way."
Author: nikita_szu
