551路公交,在哈尔滨的高楼大厦间穿行,像游龙一样,蜿蜒行进在松花江边的大道上。江水饱满,汹涌无边。涛涛水声里,我知道,很快就到呼兰了。遍读了萧红的作品,当然渴望能去她的故乡看一看。当年,萧红义无反顾地从小城的暗夜里奔逃,逃到大都市绚烂的霓虹中。哈尔滨、青岛、上海、日本、香港……世界如此大,她却独独难觅一个温暖的家。 551 bus, walked in the tall buildings in Harbin, like a dragon, winding road on the Songhua River. Full of water, surging boundless. Tao Tao underwater sound, I know, soon to Hulan. Xiao Hong read the works, of course, longing for her hometown to take a look. That year, Xiao Hongyi flew from the dark night in the small town, fled to the glittering neon lights of the metropolis. Harbin, Qingdao, Shanghai, Japan, Hong Kong ... ... the world is so big, she alone but hard to find a warm home.