走在鲁迅故里的青石板上,望着路边清一色的粉墙黛瓦,心中弥漫着说不清的思绪……我来到鲁迅先生的铜像前,凹凸不平的表面见证着几十年的风吹雨打。它比真人高大,坐在一把扶手椅上,左手抱右手肘,右手搭在扶手上,表情严肃而不失亲切,深深的眼袋,似乎是他忧国忧民的证明。他仰望天空,好像是 Walking in the hometown of Lu Xun’s hometown of Qing Shiban, looking at the roadside all-round Fenqiangdaiwa, my heart filled with unspoken thoughts ... ... I came to Mr. Lu Xun’s bronze statue, the uneven surface witness decades of wind Rain and storm hit. It is taller than a real man, sitting in an armchair, holding his right hand elbow in his left hand, and holding his right hand in a handrail. His serious, yet intimate, deep pouch seems to prove his concern for the country. He looks up to the sky as if