我想写一个人,但我不敢贸然动笔。地火仍在枯草之下的泥土中穿行着。当它毫不客气地找到出口而喷涌出来的时候,地面上的一切都将变样,包括早就该退出历史舞台的枯树野草。鲁迅的时代,逝去不久;鲁迅的魂灵,需要回归。很有一段时间,我是不了解鲁迅的。我曾对他的尖刻、永远和社会主流声音作对的文风不满,也 I want to write a person, but I dare not rashly write. The fire still ran through the mud under the weeds. When it rushes out unceremoniously to find an exit, everything on the ground will change, including the weeds and weeds that should have left the stage of history. In the era of Lu Xun, it was not long before his death; Lu Xun’s soul needed to return. For a while, I did not understand Lu Xun. I was dissatisfied with his sharp, eternal, and social vocal style.