“我没有研究过鲁迅日记,不知道上个世纪二十年代的中期,鲁迅写下这一篇美文《雪》的时候,是不是正在北京的四合院里住着?他是穿着薄薄的棉袍,背靠着屋内微温的炉火,透过带窗格的玻璃,凝望半空中那些如粉如沙的朔方雪花的吗?那一瞬间里,他的目光是不是越过千里万里冰封的世界,越过几十年漫长的时间隧道,回到了童年的南国的故乡?如果是这样,当他在纸上写下那些关于江南之雪的文字的时候,他的姿态应该是恬静的,嘴角的笑容是温情的,心里的渴念是悠远、惆怅而又饱满的。也许他的眼睛 ”I did not study Lu Xun diary, do not know the middle of the twenties of the last century, when Lu Xun wrote this one article“ snow ”, is not living in Beijing’s courtyard? He is wearing a thin cotton Gown, back against the house tepid fire, through the window pane of glass, gazing into the midsummer, such as the powder like sand Shuofang snowflake it? That moment, his eyes is not across thousands of miles of frozen world , Crossed the tunnel for decades and returned to the homeland of childhood in southern China? If so, when he wrote down the paper on the snow of Jiangnan, his gesture should be quiet, with a smile at his mouth Is a warmth, my heart is longing thoughts, melancholy and full. Perhaps his eyes