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2011年暑假,我慕名去萧红故居。为了别样的体验,我做通门卫的工作,于凌晨独自走进诺大庭院。曦光微照,这座因文学而永生的庭院静谧优雅,就如那个孤独地活了31年,用文字创造永恒的文学洛神,冷艳看着世事的繁华和变迁。走过了萧红塑像,走过了两边种满青菜的甬路,走过了《呼兰河传》所有的场景,心于暑热中慢慢沉静下来——我似乎听到了萧红的声音,听到她喁喁的私语、朗朗的笑声、悲切的倾诉——这是我们灵魂的对话。那一刻,我渐
Summer 2011, I admire the former residence of Xiao Hong. For a different kind of experience, I work through the door guard, in the early morning alone into the Connaught Grand Courtyard. Xi light photos, this quiet and elegant life of the courtyard for the literature, just as that alone lived for 31 years, writing to create the eternal literary God of God, Leng Yan looked at the bustling and vicissitudes of life. Walked through the portrait of Xiao Hong, walked through the Yong Road, full of vegetables, walked through the “Hulan River” all the scenes, the heart slowly calm down in the heat down - I seem to hear Xiaohong’s voice heard Her shy whisper, Lang Lang’s laughter, sadly talk - this is the dialogue of our soul. At that moment, I gradually