Tour The Former Residence of Lu Xun in Shanghai

Source: People's Daily Overseas Edition

On the occasion of the 140th anniversary of Mr. Lu Xun's birth, it is with admiration that I visit lu Xun's former residence on Shanyin Road in Shanghai.

When I was in middle school, I used to read the Complete Works of Lu Xun and imitate mr. Lu Xun's grammar, writing half-written and half-white sentences in the composition. Instead of reprimanding me for being pretentious, the teacher encouraged me to continue thinking. I opened "Weeds", and "such a warrior" raised his gun and stood in front of my eyes. After going to college, last year due to the epidemic quarantine at home, I re-read "Weeds" with loneliness and confusion, it turned out that "such a warrior" is not a natural warrior, but in despair to find hope, again and again will shoot high. I was greatly encouraged to rewrite "Weeds" into a song and post it to Bilibili, a video community that young people like, many people like to listen to it, and we also exchanged the harvest of reading Lu Xun's works. Not long ago, Peking University professor Qian Liqun also told about Lu Xun on Bilibili, saying in the video that "Lu Xun lives in contemporary China and lives by our side." This time, I want to read Lu Xun with young people. ”

I think it's time to "see" Mr. Lu Xun again. I got on my bike and turned from the bustling street market into the secluded alleys, where the rain washed the gray walls more gray and the green trees greener. I walked into Lu Xun's former residence, which was his last residence in Shanghai, the ground floor was the living room and dining room, Mr. Lu Xun placed qu Qiubai's desk at the door as a souvenir, the wardrobe was placed with paintings sent by students, and the furniture decoration was very simple. The explainer said that Mr. Lu Xun was informal, and he often put his own draft on the table to wipe the table.

Follow the narrow staircase up to the second floor, which is the bedroom-cum-study. By the window was a desk with an iron bed against the wall. In the room, Mr. Li completed the eclectic collection of novels "New Compilation of Stories", and tirelessly wrote the collection of essays "Collection of Southern Cavity and North Adjustment" and "Miscellaneous Essays of Jieting". I imagined Mr. Lu Xun's life in the last few years of his life, imagined the scene of him going to bed when he was tired of writing, waking up and continuing to write a book, I imagined Mr. Lu Xun looking out the window, but his thoughts passed through the fence, through the small patio in front of the house, through the busy streets of Shanyin Road, with the translation of "Dead Souls" across the border, with the "New Compilation of Stories" through history.

I thought of reading "Weeds" in a closed room during the pandemic, and I was excited that "despair is delusion, just the same as hope" It turns out that Mr. Wang's thoughts have passed through time and brought me comfort and guidance. According to my own understanding, I picked up the words and sentences, made them into ballads, and let it pass through the microphone and the network to bring it to more people. I suddenly felt alive in this room.

The third floor is the guest room and the bedroom of Lu Xun's son Zhou Haiying. In this brightest bedroom, the gentleman played with the children and covered the Communists in the hidden guest rooms. The staircase seemed to still go up, but it was not open, presumably leading to the roof, where perhaps Mr. Had been here to bask in the sun.

Leaving the former residence, I went to the Lu Xun Memorial Hall not far away to admire Mr. Lu's manuscript. "Take pictures if you like, it's only been on display since the last 140th anniversary." The security brother in the exhibition hall is like a number of family treasures, "You see this "New Compilation of Stories", which is best preserved..."

As I left the exhibition hall, I saw a commemorative poem printed on the wall. "Some people are dead, he is still alive..." "He lives for the sake of the people who are better alive for the majority, and the masses lift him up very high, very high." When I got home, I picked up Lu Xun's works and read them again.