绍兴的初春,乍暖还寒。踏着绚烂的晨光,走进了渴望已久的鲁迅故居——百草园。尽管刚刚经受过肃杀的冰雪,百草园内却依然一片苍翠葱茏。十来枝竹子扶疏摇曳,在初升的阳光下,洒出一片淡淡的影子,两棵不太大的棕榈伸开巴掌,仿佛要对寻踪环顾的瞻仰者数数这里的家珍。据说还是鲁迅 In the early spring of Shaoxing, it was warm again. In the splendid morning light, he walked into the long-awaited home of Lu Xun, Baicaoyuan. In spite of the snow and ice that had just been smashed, the herb garden was still lush. Ten branches of bamboo swayed and swayed. In the rising sun, a faint shadow was spilled. Two not-so-large palms spread out their palms, as if they were to count the spectators who looked around. It is said that it is still Lu Xun