Praise Shaoxing's modern poems or ancient poems for reading, 3 minutes. Thank you all.

When I was exiled by textbooks.

Lu Xun

I came to the appointment alone.

From Baicaoyuan to San Tan Yin Yue

Everything is free.

Wu Pengchuan in the book

Parked right in front of your house

Garden grass worm

Smooth stone well fence

Stand in a row and let the children remember.

I just watched intently.

In your black-and-white photo

Wood carving tenacity

Rebellious hair and questioning beard

Holding a cigarette proudly.

Xianheng hotel

Mr. Kong wrote the word "fennel"

Will it be today's professor?

In the novel, he stands in the street.

Countless images show that

He is real, and you are fictional.

Who let you be a "lone fox seeking defeat"

Across the century.

so far

There is no better sword than a sword.

Every word is a pearl.

I came to the appointment alone.

Wherever there are weeds.

Still hesitating

Your crying

Will last forever

Even in the face of a cold whip

If there is any happiness in life,

Is to raise a glass of Shaoxing flower carving.

With your immortal spirit

Try this together.

lonely

One-day tour in Shaoxing

The day I arrived in Shaoxing

It is raining heavily in Shaoxing to welcome me.

I saw black tiles in the rain.

And Kong Yiji's gown.

White wall in the rain.

With Xianglinsao's white skirt.

In Shaoxing, it is like a wupeng boat.

I sit on a tricycle.

Facing the difficult back of rickshaw pullers

Wear a black coat

Can you feel that he is skinny?

He also cut an inch.

Black hair is mixed with white hair.

Everything is like the back of Lu Xun's head.

I thought of the article "A Little Thing".

The driver suddenly coughed.

I looked down and saw the rain on the roadside.

There are countless "small" words

A section of the road up the mountain

I leaned forward.

I think it will lighten his burden.

Now I feel my hypocrisy.

When I returned to the hotel,

The driver said to add another ten dollars.

Look at this rainy day

We both work hard.

Let's thank ourselves.

I learn from Kong Yiji.

Line up ten coins.

Look at the driver's knuckles.

Pick one by one.

Put it in the pocket of a black jacket.

When I left Shaoxing, the rain had stopped.

Black tile and white wall of Lu Xun's former residence

And the driver's black clothes.

It will be the sunshine of Jiangnan.

Drying again