In the dead of night, thousands of lights have gone out. I saw a faint green light flashing in Lu Xun's room on Yin Shan Road, as if to provoke the burden of the sun, drive away the darkness and light up the whole world. Lu Xun sat in front of his desk, wearing his torn and stitched, stitched and torn basket jacket, holding a half-burned cigarette in his hand, and was constantly writing. Under the care of dim light and thin smoke, Lu Xun's face was so haggard, his head was angry and his hair was unkempt. There are half-finished novels and many books on the desk. "Talking about poetry and calligraphy on the prison head" is a portrayal of Lu Xun. However, there are poems to write, books to read and people's voices to be heard through my pen. What if it's a prisoner's head and a dirty face?
As a master of Chinese studies, Lu Xun took not a pen, but a sharp knife that pierced the enemy's heart. It sounded the alarm for the numb people; It's his own passion! At first, he gave up medicine, because he knew that the most painful thing in life was to wake up from a dream and there was no way out. So he insisted on following his dream-writing something that seems worthless and has no special cultural literacy, making others feel that he is writing meaningless funny material. But when he said that "comedy is to tear up worthless things for people to see", everything became clear. In fact, what is more valuable than the most beautiful articles is Lu Xun's "worthless" things.
"All ignorant and weak citizens, no matter how powerful, are just meaningless propaganda materials and spectators, so we don't have to think that death is unfortunate, so our first task is to change their spirit ..." So he began to live a dirty life. However, although the prisoner's head is dirty, his heart is still a drop of water. In an increasingly materialistic world, the spirit and belief of that drop of water makes this drop of water always clear, always pure and beautiful, and always washes the hearts of the latecomers.
I seem to understand in an instant that those bitter words that laugh and curse, those seemingly nonsense novels and essays are the bitter drugs to awaken the already numb hearts of Chinese people. Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone. It is Lu Xun's authorities who are aware of all the intrigues in the world and keep an eye on them. As a result, the anxiety between the lines and the sadness shining with brilliant light awakened the world and future generations.
The pocket watch on the table is pointing to 3 o'clock, and Lu Xun is still tearing up worthless things for people to see.
Mr. Lu Xun, I want to go with you.