殷夫100岁了。我打开居所的南窗,呈现在我面前的,是一座高楼林立、灯火璀璨的现代都会。此刻,我仿佛看见八十多年前——一个浙江象山的乡村小伙正走进这座城市,携着他少年时代的歌吟:“春给我一瓣嫩绿的叶,我反复地寻求诗意。”然而,他见到的是“煤烟/蔽目的灰/纷飞”。“四川路的夜已 Yin Fu is 100 years old. I opened the south window of the residence and showed it to me in front of me, a modern city with high-rise buildings and bright lights. At the moment, I seem to see more than 80 years ago - a village boy in Xiangshan, Zhejiang, is entering the city carrying his childhood song: ”Spring gave me a verdant leaf, and I repeatedly sought poetic. “However, what he saw was ” soot / mask gray / fly “. ”Sichuan Road night already