鲁迅先生故居里已是人山人海,到哪儿都立无隙地。我挤出推搡着的不断扩散的人群,深吸一口气。这时,空气也成了奢侈品。我小心地一点点地享受着这如此曼妙的时光。再抬头,天朗气清。只有几缕蛛丝飞絮般稀薄的闲云缓缓地飘移,细若游丝,淡似轻纱,像白色的水雾似的,只是一尘不染地移动着。呵,云的一生,注定要漂泊。便是这样想着,目光从云上滑了下来,扫 Mr. Lu Xun’s former home is a sea of ​​people, and wherever he goes, there is no gap. I squeezed out the spreading crowd and took a deep breath. At this time, the air has become a luxury. I am enjoying this wonderful time with a little bit of care. Looking up again, the sky is clear. Only a few strands of spider-like, thin, idle clouds slowly drifted. If the hairspring is thin, it looks like a veil of water, like a white mist, but it is spotlessly moving. Oh, the life of the cloud is doomed to drift. It was like this thinking, eyes slid down from the cloud, sweeping