10月19日又到了,鲁迅先生已经逝世60年了。从傍晚到子夜,静静地,一个人静坐窗前,任冷雨打着窗棂。灯下一盆吊兰淡淡地涂抹一壁翠色书柜。夜风荡起,身上微微泛起寒意。想起了鲁迅先生,泪水就滑落下来。“60年了,先生已去了60年了……”夜雨淅沥,灯色愈显昏黄。 He arrived again on October 19th. Mr. Lu Xun has passed away for 60 years. From the evening to the midnight, quietly, one sat quietly in front of the window and let it be cold and rainy. Under the lamp, a blue-and-white bookcase was painted lightly. The night wind swayed and his body chilled slightly. Mr. Lu Xun was reminded of the tears slipped. “For 60 years, Mr. has gone for 60 years...” The night rain dangled, and the light became darker.