脚步轻轻地,我又走进了这个院落。强劲的秋风和初冬的第一场雪,把这个四合院清理得干干静静。院落的洁静使我想起了小院主人的内心世界。已经走过了九十个年头的老诗人臧克家,霜雪已经落满了头顶。然而悠悠岁月并没有在他的内心世界里留下灰尘,诗人的心灵依然是透明的、纯净的。 臧老的小女儿把我引进了客厅,她承担着臧老的秘书工作。走进客厅,仿佛走进了另一个季节,春天的感觉扑面而来。 Step by step gently, I went into this courtyard again. Strong autumn winds and the first snow in early winter, clean up the courtyard. The cleanliness of the courtyard reminds me of the inner world of the small owner. Zang Kejia, a 90-year-old poet, has already gone through frost and snow. However, a long time did not leave dust in his inner world, the poet’s heart is still transparent and pure. Zang old daughter introduced me to the living room, she assumed the secretary of Zang old work. Into the living room, as if into another season, spring feel blowing.