"There's no sound-what's wrong with this little thing?" Old red nose holds a bowl of yellow rice wine in his hand and gestures to the partition with his lips. Ah Wu, Lampi, put down his wine bowl, slapped him heavily on the back and vaguely shouted, "You ... you are thinking again ..." It turns out that Luzhen is a secluded place, and there are some ancient customs: everyone closes the door and sleeps before the first shift. There are only two people who don't sleep in the middle of the night: one is Xianheng Hotel, and a few fair-weather friends are around the counter, eating and drinking happily; The family is sister-in-law Shansi, who became a widow the year before. She had to support herself and her three-year-old son by spinning cotton yarn with her own hands, so she slept late. There is definitely no sound of spinning these days. But since only two people didn't sleep at night, there was a sound in this single fourth sister-in-law's house. Naturally, only the old archway heard it, but there was no sound, and only the old archway heard it. The old arch was beaten, took a long drink as if it were very comfortable, and sang a little song. At that time, Sister Sans was holding his Bao Er, sitting on the edge of the bed, spinning quietly on the ground. Dim light, according to Bao Er's face, crimson with a little green. Good fourth sister-in-law calculated in her heart: God also asked for it, and she may have passed her wish, but she also ate it unilaterally. What if it still doesn't work? -that only went to see He Xiaoxian. However, in Bao Er, it may be brighter during the day than at night. As soon as the sun comes out tomorrow, the fever will go away and the asthma will go away: this is really a common thing for patients. Sansisao is a clumsy woman who doesn't understand the terrible word "Dan": although many bad things have become better because of him, many good things have been ruined because of him. The summer night is very short, and the old memorial archway soon finished singing, and the East has turned white; Soon, the silver-white dawn came through the window gap. Sister-in-law Sans waited all morning, but it was not as easy as others. She feels very slow. Bao Er held her breath for almost a year. It's actually on now; The brightness of the sky overwhelmed the lights. When I saw Bao Er's nose, it was already fluttering. Knowing that something was wrong, Sister-in-law Shan secretly called out "Ah!" Mental arithmetic: How good is it? There is only one way to see He Xiaoxian. Although he is a clumsy woman, but his heart is firm, he stood up, took out the thirteen small silver dollars and one hundred and eighty copper coins saved every day from the wooden cabinet, put them in his pocket, locked the door, and walked straight to He Jia with Bao Er in his arms. It's still early, and the royal family has already taken four patients. He took out 40 silver dollars and bought a lot. This is Bao Er's fifth turn. He Xiaoxian stretched out two fingers to feel the pulse, and his nails were more than four inches long. Sister-in-law Shan Si was secretly surprised. She thought, Bao Er should live. But I am always in a hurry. I can't help asking, and I am embarrassed to say, "Sir, what happened to my Bao Er?" "He was stuffed with coke." "Might as well? He ... ""Go and eat two posts first. " "He can't breathe, his nose and wings are flapping." "This is Hawk King (3) ..." He Xiaoxian said half a sentence, and then closed his eyes; Sister-in-law Shansi is also embarrassed to ask again. Sitting opposite He Xiaoxian, a man in his thirties has already prescribed a prescription, pointing to the words on the corner of the paper and saying, "This first anti-abortion pill must be available in Jia Jiaji's old shop!" Sister-in-law Sans took the prescription and thought as she walked. Although he is a stupid woman, he knows that He Jiahe Ji's old shop and his home are just a triangle; Naturally, it is cheaper to buy medicine back. So he ran to the old shop that saved the world. Shopkeepers also raised their long nails, slowly looked at the square, slowly wrapped in medicine. Single four sister-in-law hug Bao Er waiting; Bao Er suddenly raised his little hand and pulled out his messy lock of hair, which had never happened before. Good fourth sister-in-law was dumbfounded with fear. The sun rises early. Sister-in-law Sans is holding the baby and carrying a medicine bag. The more she walked, the heavier she felt. The longer the child struggles, the longer the road feels. Sitting helplessly on the threshold of a mansion on the side of the road, I had a rest for a while, and my clothes gradually froze my skin before I knew I was sweating. Bao Er seems to be asleep. He stood up again and walked slowly, still unable to support himself. Suddenly, someone said in his ear, "Sister Shan, let me hug Bob for you!" " It seems to be the voice of Lanpi Awu. He looked up, but it was blue-skinned Ah Wu, sleepily following him. Sister-in-law Sansi, although she really wants to send a member of Tian Jiang to help him at this time, she doesn't want to be Wu. However, Wu is a bit chivalrous. Anyway, he always insisted on helping, so he gave in for a while and finally got permission. He stretched out his arm, stuck it out between his sister-in-law Sans's breast and the child, and took the child away. Good fourth sister-in-law felt a fever on her chest, hot to her face and ears, and hot for a long time. The two of them left more than two feet and five inches and walked together. What did Ah Wu say? Most of Shansi's sister-in-law didn't answer. Not long after he left, Ah Wu returned the child to him, saying that it was the dinner time agreed with his friend yesterday. Sister-in-law Shansi takes care of the children. Fortunately, the home is not far. I saw Wang Jiuma sitting in the street across the street, saying from a distance, "Good fourth sister-in-law, what's wrong with the child? -have you seen Mr.? " "Take a look. -Wang Jiuma, you are old and knowledgeable. Why don't you have a look? " "Well ..." "How can ...? ""Well ... "Wang Jiuma studied it, nodded and shook it. Bao er took the medicine, and it was already afternoon. Sister-in-law Sansi noticed his expression, which seemed to be much smoother. In the afternoon, I suddenly opened my eyes and called "Mom!" I still closed my eyes, as if I were asleep. He slept for a while, and sweat rolled down from his forehead and nose. When Mrs. Shan touched him gently, his hand stuck like glue. He hurriedly touched his chest and couldn't help sobbing. Bao Er's breathing changed from steady to no, and San Sisao's voice changed from sobs to howls. At this time, several people gathered: Wang Jiuma, Lampi Ah Wu and the like in the door, and Xianheng's shopkeeper and the old arch with red nose outside the door. Wang Jiuma gave an order and burned a string of paper money; Two benches, five clothes as compensation, and two foreign currencies were lent to Mrs. Sun Sisao to prepare meals for the helpers. The first question is the coffin. Sister-in-law Shan also has a pair of silver earrings and a gold-plated silver hairpin, which were given to Xianheng's shopkeeper as a guarantee. She bought a coffin with half cash and half credit. Lampi Wu also held out his hand, willing to volunteer. Mother Wang Jiuma won't allow him to carry the coffin tomorrow. Ah Wu scolded "old beast" and stood there with a sullen pout. The shopkeeper left; Come back at night and say that the coffin must be done now, and it will be successful after midnight. When the shopkeeper came back, the helper had already eaten; Because there are still some ancient styles in Luzhen, I went home to sleep without going to the first watch. Only Wu is still drinking at Xianheng's counter, and the old arch is singing. At that time, Sisao Shan was sitting on the edge of the bed crying, Bao Er was lying on the bed, and the spinning wheel stood quietly on the ground. After a long time, good four sister-in-law tears came to an end, eyes wide open. Looking around, she felt very strange: nothing would happen. He thought to himself, this is just a dream. These things are all dreams. Wake up tomorrow, have a good sleep in bed, and Bao Er will have a good sleep beside her. He woke up, called "Mom" and jumped up to play. The song of the old arch has been silent, and Xianheng has put out the light. Sister-in-law Shansi always doesn't believe anything. -the chicken also called; The east is white, and the silver-white dawn shines through the window. The silver dawn gradually turned crimson again, and the sun then shone on the roof. Single four sister-in-law with eyes open, just sitting; Hearing the sound of knocking at the door, I was startled and ran out to open the door. An unknown person outside the door is holding something; Standing in the back is Wang Jiuma. Oh, they are carrying coffins. Half a day later, the coffin was closed: because Sisao Shan cried once and saw it once, she refused to cover it; Fortunately, Wang Jiuma was impatient and ran up to him angrily, dragging him away before too many cooks closed. But Bao Er, who was treated by Sister-in-law Sans, really tried her best without any flaws. A string of paper money was burned yesterday, and forty-nine volumes of the Great Compassion Mantra (V) were burned this morning. When convergence, change him into new clothes. His favorite things-a clay figurine, two small wooden bowls and two glass bottles-are all beside the pillow. Later, Wang Jiuma held her finger and scrutinized it carefully, and finally couldn't think of some flaws. On this day, Lampi Ah Wu didn't arrive almost all day; Shopkeeper Xian Heng hired two porters for Sister-in-law Shan Guan, each with 200 and 10, and carried the coffin to the graveyard. Mother Wang cooks for him again, and whoever touches his mouth will eat. The sun gradually seems to be setting; People who have eaten don't think it's going home, and finally they all go home. Sister-in-law Sans felt dizzy and had a rest, but it went well. But he felt strange one after another: he met something he had never met in his life, which didn't look like something would happen, but it did happen. The more he thought about it, the more surprised he felt-the room was suddenly too quiet. He stood up and lit the lamp, and the room became quiet. He closed the door in a daze, came back and sat on the edge of the bed, and the spinning wheel stood quietly on the ground. He must be calm, look around and feel unable to sit still. The room is not only too quiet, but also too big, and there is no room for everything. Too big a room surrounded him, and things in space pressed him around and let him breathe. He now knows that his Bao Er is indeed dead; He didn't want to see the house, so he blew out the light and lay down. He cried and thought, I think at that time, I was spinning cotton yarn, and Bao Er was sitting next to me eating fennel beans. He stared at a pair of small black eyes for a moment and then said, "Mom! Dad sells wonton. When I grow up, I'll pay a lot of money to sell wonton-I'll give it to you. " At that time, even the spun cotton yarn seemed to be interesting and alive every inch. But what about now? Now, Shan Sisao really didn't think of anything. I have already said: She is a clumsy woman. What can he think of? He just thinks this room is too quiet, too big, and it's just space. But although Sansi's sister-in-law was all thumbs, she knew that reincarnation was impossible, and his Bao Er never saw him again. He sighed and said to himself, "Bao Er, you should still be here. Please come to see me in my dream. " So I closed my eyes and wanted to go to bed quickly. I miss Bao Er, breathing hard in silence and emptiness, and I can understand him. Sister-in-law Shan finally drifted into the sleepy village, and the whole room was quiet. At this time, the ditty of the old arch with red nose has already been sung; He stumbled out of Xianheng, but raised his voice and sang, "My enemy! -pity you,-lonely another ... "Lanpi Ah Wu grabbed the old arch's shoulder, and the two men squeezed it with a smile. Sister-in-law Shansi fell asleep early, the old archway left, and Xianheng closed the door. At this time, Lu Zhenyuan was completely silent. Only that night wants to be tomorrow, but it still runs in this silence; Several other dogs also hid in the dark and whined.
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① This article was first published in 19 19 10, Volume II,No. 1 of Beijing Fashion Monthly. ⑵ Middle energizer block: TCM terminology. Refers to diseases such as indigestion. In traditional Chinese medicine, the upper energizer is from the upper mouth of the stomach to the throat, including the heart, lungs and esophagus. The spleen and stomach are middle jiao; Kidney, large intestine and bladder are the lower coke. (3) Hawkkin: a term in traditional Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) explains pathology with the ancient theory that the five elements of the heart, lung, liver, spleen and kidney correspond to the five elements of fire, gold, wood, earth and water. Huokejin means that "heart fire" restrains "lung gold" and leads to respiratory diseases. (4) The watchful eye: Buddhist language. Originally refers to the wisdom of the Bodhisattva's insight into all things, and there are words of praise here, praising each other's identification ability. 5. The incantation in the Buddhist sutra of Guanyin Bodhisattva's mercy. Superstition believes that reciting or burning this mantra to the deceased can help him eliminate disasters in the "underworld" and live in the "heaven". [6] According to Lu Xun's diary, this article was written in late June or early July 1919.
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Why is this novel called Tomorrow? Tomorrow, whenever you say this word, it represents the future, not the present. Both the author and the protagonist want to escape from reality and escape to tomorrow. As for the reason, the original text is full of spots. At the beginning of the novel, it is said that there are some ancient styles in Luzhen: before the first shift, everyone closed the door to sleep, and only two people stayed up late in the middle of the night-Xianheng Hotel and Shansi Sister-in-law's house. Hotel is a service industry. According to its professional nature, it should be done at sunset and released at sunrise. Only this single fourth sister-in-law, whose husband lost his child, can only make a living by spinning, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Therefore, only the light in her house is abrupt, and all the other doors are closed except her. This, of course, cannot be explained by the traditional hardship of women in China. This is exactly the writing style of Mr. Lu Xun in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is just a sad image in a specific social environment. This light not only shines with the hardships of a poor family, but also shines with indifference and indifference to the poor and weak among neighbors. They are indifferent to helping the weak, which leads them to look down on the weak, so they all close the door early, although they may not really sleep. Just like the young people who don't want to give up their seats on the bus, they put on headphones, close their eyes and pretend to sleep, but they can wake up on time at the moment they arrive at their destination, every minute is not bad. Thousands of years of civilization, can not wash away the ancient style of "chickens and dogs hear each other, old men don't talk to each other", which is really chilling. The brightly-lit Xianheng Hotel and the dimly-lit dilapidated house set each other off and became more sad. Social ethics never seems to give those at the top of the economic base the rights and responsibilities to the poor and the weak. This was the case in Lu Xun's time, and it is still the case now. "The richer you are, the meaner you are, and the richer you are." For example, the shopkeepers and diners of Xianheng Hotel prefer to spend their spare money on eating, drinking and having fun, but they don't care about helping the weak. On the contrary, they wantonly looted the poor and the weak at the saddest time. When Sister-in-law Shansi's son was in mourning, they accepted the money regardless of the life and death of a poor and weak person. It seems natural that they look on coldly and show no sympathy. In order to cure her son's illness, Sister Sans did her best. Pray for God, make a wish, eat a prescription, and finally "the last way"-hope Dr. He. But Bao Er was doomed. This may be where Siming belongs, and medicine can't save him. However, it does not rule out that numb quacks regard poor and weak lives as dirt, use fake drugs to say things, and even die. According to Dr. He's cold answer when asked about his illness, it is possible. At least one thing, you can see the focus of society-even a rough woman like Mrs. Shan Sisao thinks that Dr. He, Jia's drugstore and yourself are just a triangle. The prescription prescribed by Dr. He can only be found in Jia's old shop, which shows that He and Jia have a chain relationship in economic interests, and Sister Sans has become a bow-shaped cloth with water in the middle, which will become straight and die after being drained. This is completely heartless for the rich. It is not that Lu Xun thinks that people in this society are in danger, but that people in this society are really in danger, but people just don't notice it. In this dangerous atmosphere, people accepted the numbing ecological environment of this society. This is exactly what the author wants us to face up to and attack angrily. After dealing with Bao Er's funeral, Wang Jiuma lost in thought, and finally didn't figure out what was missing. But is there really nothing missing? The dead have been dead for a long time. What about the living? This is a question that Mr. Wang left us to think about. Wang Jiuma, Lampi Ah Wu, the porter who carried the coffin, a bunch of people and so on. After Bao Er's funeral, he went back after dinner. This shows that human feelings are as thin as paper. Medicine and Tomorrow are two novels with the same theme, and their plot mode is that parents send their children to a dead end with hope. Although in the actual situation, the disease took the lives of two children, it seems that Lu Xun established the causal relationship in this way for his own reasons. At the end of these two articles in Lu Xun's preface to Scream, it is really hard to believe that he does not advocate negation. But it also shows that Lu Xun's negation is also reserved. The reason why I want to draw up such a topic, I want to trace back to the source, may be the origin of the name Jia Yucun when the Chinese teacher told us A Dream of Red Mansions in Grade Two. He said that Jia Yucun is actually a kind of "false language", which shows a certain aspect of the characters. In other words, the names of characters in literary works are also very particular. A good writer always tries to provide readers with certain information through the names of characters in his/her works, if he/she can see pearls with his/her eyes. Cut the crap and say "tomorrow" for the time being. Sister-in-law Shinji is a widow. Widows, as the name implies, are lonely. Therefore, it is wonderful to be crowned with a single surname (although it is pronounced as mountain when expressing the surname). Why do you want to use a single four sister-in-law, not a single two or even a single three sister-in-law? At first, I thought the four tones died together, but it doesn't make sense if we really pursue them. Readers will ask, why are the four festivals of Sister-in-law Mountain associated with death? Because she's dead, Bao Er? Or as a result, her heart is dead; Is her life dead, too We can't speculate out of thin air, although the works leave us a lot of room for imagination. I thought four tones were close to "stupid", so Shan Sisao sounded stupid again, which seemed to make sense. Didn't Lu Xun repeatedly emphasize in his works: "I told you she was a stupid woman"? If this alone can't limit her personality to an idiot, then, excuse me, why does she repeatedly think that her Bao Er will be resurrected like Sister Xianglin one day? Are you saying she's crazy? It seems a little too hard to hit with a stick. People who hold this view will think that she spun her adopted son and held her son for medical treatment because of maternity. Well, that makes sense. But there is no doubt that this is meaningless to the study of our work itself, but it is a bit mysterious. In addition, Shan Sisao's "Mountain" sounds very kind, which shows that she is a kind but stupid woman. I thought of a sentence, insensitive, which is the most concentrated point among many spectators in Lu Xun's works (the good fourth sister-in-law in Tomorrow is also a spectator, expressing her helpless attitude towards decadent life). Numbness is not appropriate. Specifically, Mrs. Shan Sisao is a madman, obsessed with women's morality, superstitious about authority and slow to respond, all of which show her stupidity. This is not infatuation, but an almost desperate gesture of being unable to resist the powerful torrent of life. Look at the old arch with red nose and Ah Wu with blue skin. These two figures occupy a certain weight in the works. Anyone who has an impression must remember that there is a red-eyed aunt in medicine. We say that rural people are jealous, so-and-so is red-eyed. For example, a woman is malicious to another woman who stole her husband and is smarter than her, and then someone secretly calls her "pink eye". Aunt is a pawn in prison, and she is so presumptuous. Not only did she deprive Yu Xia of her last assets, but she might also be jealous of digging her bones and skinning her. Lu Xun is Lu Xun. He not only has a unique style of writing, but also has a unique nickname for the characters in his works. I have seen people with red eyes, of course, there are more people with red noses. Anyone with a red nose is a rude-looking person with a bad mouth. And that red nose is ugly. We have to think: Why is the old archway red nose? Lu Xun is a doctor. Although he has never been exposed to dermatology, he is quite familiar with it. I think this is a typical wine trough nose. The wine trough has a huge nose, large pores and pustules, which is somewhat similar to the acne or rash we talked about today. This is because of irregular living habits, smoking and drinking, and depravity. So when a person has a red nose and pustules all over his face in front of you, you can guess what kind of person he is with 80% confidence. In addition, the old arch, his nose is extremely twisted, and pigment residue is deposited on the tip of the nose, which makes it arch from one side. This is the painter's task. What is even worse is Lu Xun, who lashed out at their inner ugliness through the ugly appearance of these spectators. Some readers will ask, after Bao Er's death, Shansi's sister-in-law and Lanpi Aowu helped her! In fact, this can't be said to be a kind of help in essence. At best, they can only be an old actor with a chivalrous image. Through this kind of distorted and alienated pity, we can achieve the vulgar purpose of making our position lofty. What's more, they two bachelors also want to wipe the oil and water of Shan Sisao! Who can guarantee that single men in their forties and fifties in feudal society have no abnormal psychology? As for the blue skin, why the blue skin? I think it is also the author's intention. I've never seen anyone with blue skin. Perhaps the author hints at a deformed society by describing these grotesque characters. I would also like to add that children in rural areas all know how their elders scare them, saying that ghosts are coming, but I can't write a real story, but my pronunciation is correct. Uh-huh, isn't it the same as five? Said Wu was a ghost. In Bao Er's view, it is probably a ghost that can tie him up and put him in a sack. On the other hand, sister-in-law Shansi is a real goat. Finally, I heard that the skin of people injured by ghosts is blue. My grandfather (which generation is it? ) I have seen it, and the ghost's skin is almost green. This blue skin specimen can be seen in another book by the author, A Brief History of China. Besides, why doesn't he talk to the guy at the JiShi old shop? He Xiaoxian is probably not his real name, but because he probably saved the lives of several half-dead people. Some people think that his medical skill is superb and he has the skill of rejuvenating, so he is added to the title of Xiaoxian. His last name can be determined. What does the author mean by He Xiaoxian? Fairy! Fairy? Asking questions is ironic. What are the skills of doctors with long nails and careless prescriptions? Not to mention medical ethics, not worthy of them. The author probably pointed a pen at Dr. He's head and scolded the reader: What is this? Some people say that it is a wonderful hand to rejuvenate. What a fairy! Not at all. It is better to read a crowded old shop than to save the world; Or worse, it's better to pronounce it "an old shop that deceives the world." In the article Father's Disease, the author has already despaired of TCM. The last Taoist figure: Wang Jiuma. Shivering, Sister-in-law Shan asked her like a bodhisattva: You are really well informed. Please show it to your children. Her two half-farting and half-perfunctory "hmm" are enough to make her a "forgetting to save" faction. That "well" is even worse than bird language, and then not letting Ah Wu carry the coffin and breaking his fingers to calculate the connection procedure is enough to justify her as a defender of orthodoxy. As for the back, she also cooks for her sister-in-law Shansi. That's a trivial matter and can be omitted.