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鲁迅,感觉上是一把空中飞行的短剑,是早春二月的雪,冷的外衣褪去之后是温暖;老舍,是院子里向阳的小花草,伸伸胳膊踢踢腿,也是京味的幽默;志摩,更是说不出的空气中的甜润,是碧螺春与小茶点,悠悠地候在你的窗前。
Lu Xun feels like an airborne dagger. It is the snow in early spring and February. The cold coat is warm after it fades away. Lao She is a small flower in the yard and sunny, stretching his arms and kicking his legs. It is also the humor of Beijing Wei. Shima is even more indescribable in the sweet air. It is Biluochun and little refreshments that are waiting in your window.