鲁迅的散文诗集《野草》里有连续七篇以“我梦见……”开头的篇章,其中六篇幽深峻峭,阴森郁结,噩梦连连。唯有《立论》这篇,笔锋一转,风清月朗,转出一幅“孺子受教图”:我梦见自己正在小学校的讲堂上预备作文,向老师请教立论的方法。“难!”老师从眼镜圈外斜射出眼光来,看着我, Lu Xun’s essay collection “Weeds” has seven consecutive chapters starting with “My Dream ...”, of which six are deep and steep, dark and gloomy, nightmares again and again. Only “this argument,” this article, a sharp stride, clear-edged fame, turn out a “Shuttlecock diagram”: I dreamed I was in the primary school lecture to prepare essay, consult the teacher method of argument. “Difficult!” The teacher dialed his eyes out of the circle of glasses to see me,