北国大地已是一片桔黄,江南田野却还是一派葱绿。我带着景仰、求索的心境来到鲁迅先生的故乡,在绍兴度过了一个充满深情、令人思恋的秋天。我在百草园泥墙根旁静听,对着三味书屋的窗棂冥想,我在水乡桥头寻觅,在酒店、茶楼里体察,在星夜里思索、梦中追寻,去捕捉那消逝的年代和即现又失的形象……。 Northland earth is a piece of orange, Jiangnan field is still a greenery. I admire, search mood to Lu Xun’s hometown, spent a Shaoxing affectionate, it is a fall in love. I listen to the mud wall at the entrance to the Hermitage Garden, facing the windowsill of Sanwei Bookstore. I am looking for a bridge in the waterfront, looking into the hotel, the restaurant, thinking in the night, pursuing in my dreams, capturing the era that disappeared, Lost image .......