Write Lu Xun's couplets

I looked at the condemned man coldly. I bow my head and be a willing ox

The translation has not been successful, and I was shocked to hear that the Death Star, China who led the shout; Mr. Wang has passed away, recalling the past rain, and the literary world has been at a loss since then.

The most meticulous style of writing is not the history of China's novels; The last words are particularly painful. Don't be a short writer.

When Mr. Lu Xun dies, the Chinese nation will be immortal.

He Ji wanders alone, how can he cherish people whose hearts are far away?

Great love is still as drunk as a fiddler, like the heavy floor at night.

Wen Yuan is bitter and depressed, wandering alone;

Gao Qiu is lonely today, and the fragrance is scattered and painful.

Inging songs and butterflies, the true feelings of the article