The preface reads as follows:
After reading Mr. Lu Xun's "A Hundred Flowers in the Morning, From a Hundred Herbs Garden to a Three Ponds Reflecting the Moon", I enjoyed the innocent feelings revealed from time to time between the lines and couldn't help but see the fascinating natural picture scroll.
"Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; And Mylabris, if you hold its spine with your fingers, it will clap your hands and spit out a puff of smoke from behind your eyes ... "
I read Lu Xun's essays full of childhood memories, just as I read Lu Xun's childlike interest in loving nature and yearning for freedom. Suddenly, I seemed to see Lu Xun when I was a child. While adults were not looking, I got into the Herb Garden. He was accompanied by insects, picking wild flowers and fruits, and then catching birds with his playmates, but because of impatience, he never caught much. He often listens to stories told by his nanny's mother, so he is afraid of the red snake in the herb garden. In "Three Tans on the Moon", despite the strict instruction of teacher You Shou, he still can't stand the childishness in the students' hearts. When he was absorbed in reading, he didn't find that his students were doing all kinds of things, some were covering their nails with paper nails with high-quality scripts, while Lu Xun was absorbed in painting. ...
All my feelings are so childish and unforgettable, which may have aroused my inner feelings. I really don't know why I like one of the articles in Morning Flowers and Evening Picks, especially when the author looks at the world from a child's perspective, which makes people feel kind and full of passion.
Mr. Lu Xun showed his passion for nature and yearning for freedom in his articles. He wants to play freely and get in touch with nature. He doesn't want to be controlled by his parents and slaves all day. This is exactly what children have. Once upon a time, I left my childhood and entered a teenager. I am scratching my life every day in this busy study. But I thought I was still a naive child. Sometimes I have sweet childhood dreams. When I recall those childhood trifles, they are still vivid in my mind, and I can't help laughing. My home used to be in the suburbs, and there was a large field nearby. When I was a child, I always went there to enjoy the sunshine in spring, the breeze in autumn, and the rape flowers I always picked. I am immersed in the embrace of nature. When I was a child, I went to my neighbor's house every day after dinner without wiping my mouth. Go to eat tofu with friends and play in the fields together. From time to time, I fell into the mud pit and became a "little clay figurine". I picked all kinds of flowers, but I was afraid that my master would find them, so I hid them in a tree hole. After a while, the flowers will fade, but I am still intoxicated in the unrestrained free space. Now, I made it in the field. Therefore, I can't feel the kindness of nature and lack a lot of freedom, but I still indulge in unrestrained free space. Now because of the building built in the wild, my friends and I are working hard for our future, so I can't feel the kindness of nature and lack a lot of freedom, but I still love nature and yearn for freedom, no matter whether it can be realized now. This may be the similarity between me and young Lu Xun. After reading the article, I have been very moved. My childhood has drifted away, leaving only a few scattered memories. It is better to read "Flowers in the Morning" carefully, experience the childhood dreams of that different era, and love nature and yearn for freedom with Lu Xun.
Notes-Flowers in the Morning (Lu Xun)
Flowers in the morning and flowers in the evening are memories written by Lu Xun after being oppressed by the government, excluded by "scholars" and devastated by war. It is not easy for the author to find some leisure in such confusion. At present, it is so bizarre, and his heart is so mixed. When a person only has memories, his life is likely to be boring in the end, but sometimes he has no memories.
Memories of the past are only a little comfort to real life. Every good memory has a tragic ending: the copies of the vanilla garden and Xiu Xiang were sold, and the old mother passed away in a hurry. Behind the Twenty-four Filial Piety, which should inspire people's love, there is an ugly and evil heart that seeks people's lives and teaches people to see through it. I went abroad to study and met a teacher I admired, but I left, because I thought it was more important to cure people's spirits than their physical diseases. Fan Ainong, an old friend who works and teaches at school, is really diligent, but he can't get rid of poverty and drowning.
In the narrative of this series of bittersweet events, the author also examines some of his ideological roots, such as hating cats, and the reverie brought to the author by the disappearance of a hidden mouse is just a symbolic idea: when I lose my love and my heart is empty, I will fill it with the evil thoughts of revenge! This is why the author hates cats: it is stealing people's love. Judging from Lu Xun's life experience, hating and hating is only a natural response to lack of love, loss of love and regret for love.
Under this detail, the author played a sad joke on himself: his hatred for cats was unreasonable. Although cats eat mice, the mice he hid were not eaten by cats, but trampled to death by his big mother. So you hate your big mom? In the next memory, the eldest mother was really bored, occupying the whole bed when she slept, and her mind was full of bad rules and stupid beliefs. It is such a long mother who turns the author's vision into a reality that others can't pay attention to. The eldest mother, who can't read, bought an unknown Classic of Mountains and Seas and gave it to me. It is precisely because of this love for the big mother that has not been extinguished by the old morality that the author remembers her and remembers her.
In Memory of Flowers Blooming, the author wrote many times about the failure and narrowness of feudal education.
When I was a child, my mother's story said, "If there is a strange voice calling your name, you must never promise it, lest it be a beautiful snake that harms people's lives. Beware of strangers and assume that he is a bad guy."
Go back to childhood with the author sooner or later and relive those people and things. Experience the process of studying in Japan and cherish the memory of old friends who have passed away. Following this clue, I saw the life scenes and psychological processes of the characters centered on "I" in the early twentieth century. After reading every meaningful and memorable ending sentence, my heart ebbs and flows with the author.