春日,草长莺飞,燕子呢喃。独自漫步在柳絮蒙蒙的碧澄小河之畔,我不禁为绍兴那“山是眉峰聚,水是眼波横”的秀丽景色深深陶醉。本以为绍兴之灵气就凝聚在如此自然的风光中,但当我游遍那充满文化积淀的人文景致之后,才发现那同样发人幽思,甚至引发了对人生道路选择的思考。轻轻地,我踏进了一代才子徐渭隐居的处所——青藤书屋。醇醇的酒香和氤氲的墨气弥散在空气中,我仿佛看到了徐渭苦苦吟哦,奋笔疾书的困顿模样。徐渭是典型的中国文人,身怀五车之学却四处碰壁,无人赏识。在一次又一次科举考试落第之后,他的棱 In spring, the grass grows and the swallows whisper. Walking alone in the catkins of the Bicheng Creek, I can’t help but indulge in the beautiful scenery of Shaoxing, where the mountain is the peak of the eyebrows and the water is the eye of the eye. I thought that the spirit of Shaoxing was condensing in such a natural scenery, but when I traveled through the cultural landscape that was full of cultural heritage, I discovered that it also made people wonder, even led to thinking about the choice of the road of life. Gently, I stepped into the home of the generation of talented young man Xu Jing, the Qingteng Bookstore. The alcohol-alcoholic scent and the scent of ink spread in the air. I seemed to have seen Xu Hao’s hard work and hardships. Xu Kui is a typical Chinese literati. He has a five-car school but he has hit a wall. No one appreciates it. After the imperial examination again and again, his rib