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Essays
Gang Ji, Er Xin Ji and Tomb
Lace literature, episode, episode sequel
Gai Hua Collection, Episode Collection and Episode Collection Supplement.
Addendum to "Essays on Jiji Nanji Beiji Jiejieting"
Wait a minute pavilion essay 2, wait a minute pavilion essay attached, wait a minute pavilion essay final edition.
Hot air, three idle books and pseudo-free books
Quasi-romantic conversation
Other works
Prefaces and Postscripts of Ancient Books, Outline of China Literature History, Literary Prefaces and Postscripts.
A Brief History of Chinese Novels is about Lu Xun's recent visit to Lu Xun Museum.
Li Zehou's talk on the present situation of Lu Xun's research, Lu Xun and movies
Lu Xun and Zhu An's Poems by Lu Xun
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kite
Author: Lu Xun
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In winter in Beijing, there is still snow on the ground, gray-black bald branches are forked in the clear sky, and one or two kites are floating in the distance, which is a surprise and sadness for me.
The kite season in my hometown is spring and February. If you hear the rustling wind wheel, you can see a crab kite with light ink color or a centipede kite with tender blue color. There is also a lonely tile kite, which has no wind wheel and is placed very low, making a person look gaunt and pitiful. But at this time, the willows on the ground have sprouted, and the early-blooming mountain peaches are also spitting buds, which are in harmony with the decorations of the children in the sky and become a gentle spring day. Where am I now? It is still cold around in winter, but the long-lost spring in my hometown is rippling in this sky.
But I have never liked flying kites. I not only don't love it, but also hate it, because I think it's what worthless children do. Contrary to me, my little brother, who was about ten years old at that time, was very ill and thin. However, he likes kites best, and I can't afford them. He had to open his mouth and stare blankly at the sky, sometimes for half a day. The crab kite in the distance suddenly fell, and he exclaimed; The entanglement between the two tile kites was untied, and he jumped up happily. All his things, in my opinion, are laughingstock and contemptible.
One day, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't seen him for many days, but I remember seeing him picking up dead bamboo in the backyard. Like an epiphany, I ran to a small house where few people went, pushed open the door and found him among the dusty things. He sat on a small stool, facing the wide stool; He stood up in horror, his face was bloodless and he winced. Beside the wide stool, there is a bamboo bone of a butterfly kite, which has not been pasted with paper. There is a pair of small wind wheels for eyes on the stool, decorated with red paper strips, which will be finished soon. In the satisfaction of uncovering the secret, I was angry that he wouldn't let me know, so I took great pains to steal the toys of those useless children. I immediately reached out and broke a wing bone of the butterfly, and then threw the wind wheel to the ground and trampled it flat. In terms of age and strength, he can't compare with me. Of course, I won a complete victory, so I proudly walked out, leaving him standing in the hut in despair. I don't know what happened to him later, and I didn't pay attention.
However, my punishment finally came. Long after we left, I was in middle age. Unfortunately, I came across a foreign book about children, only to know that games are the most proper behavior of children and toys are children's angels. So the scene that I have never recalled in the past 20 years when my spirit was destroyed suddenly unfolded before my eyes, and my heart seemed to turn into lead at the same time, falling heavily.
But the heart didn't fall and break, just fell heavily.
I also know the way to make up for it: give him a kite, approve of his flying, persuade him to fly, and I will fly with him. We shouted, ran and laughed-but he had grown a beard like me.
I also know that there is another way to make up for it: ask his forgiveness and wait for him to say, "I don't blame you at all." Then, my heart must relax. This is indeed a feasible method. Once, as soon as we met, many hard stripes of "life" were engraved on our faces, and my heart was heavy. We gradually talked about the old things of childhood, so I narrated this paragraph and talked about my childhood confusion. "I don't blame you at all." I think, as soon as he said it, I was forgiven immediately, and my heart was relieved from now on.
"Is there such a thing?" He said with a surprised smile, just like listening to other people telling stories. He doesn't remember anything.
What can you forgive if you forget completely and have no resentment? Forgive without complaining, just lie.
What else can I ask for? My heart has to be heavy.
Now, the spring in my hometown permeates this strange place, which reminds me of my long-lost childhood and brings me uncertain sadness. I might as well hide in the cold winter-but it's cold all around, which gives me great cold and air conditioning.
1925 1 24th of the month
From Baicaoyuan to San Tan Yin Yue
Author: Lu Xun
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There is a big garden behind my house, which is called Herb Garden according to legend. Now it has been sold to Zhu Wengong's descendants together with the house. Even it's been seven or eight years since we last met, and it seems that there are only some weeds. But that's my paradise.
Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberry trees; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; There is also Mylabris. If you press your finger on its spine, it will clap its hands and spray a puff of smoke from behind. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Manglietia are intertwined. Manglietia has the fruit of Alternanthera philoxeroides, and Polygonum multiflorum has swollen roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, and they can become immortals after eating them. So I often pull them up, and I have been pulling them up constantly, and I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen one of them like a person. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, which are like balls made of small coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and their color and taste are far better than those of mulberries.
You can't go to the grass because it is said that there is a big red snake in this garden.
My eldest mother once told me a story: once upon a time, there was a scholar who lived in an ancient temple. He worked hard. In the evening, when he was enjoying the cool in the yard, he suddenly heard someone calling him. I promised, but looking around, I saw a beautiful face on the wall, smiled at him and disappeared. He is very happy; But the old monk who came to talk at night saw through the mechanism. Saying that there is something evil on his face, he must have met a "beautiful snake"; This is a monster with a head and a snake body. It can call people by name. If it agrees, it will come to eat this man's meat at night. Naturally, he was scared to death, but the old monk said it was all right and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he put it on the pillow, he could lie on it. Although he still does this, he always can't sleep-of course not. In the middle of the night, sure enough, sasha vujacic! It sounds like the wind and rain outside the door. When he was shaking into a ball, he heard a clear voice. A golden light flew out of the pillow, and there was no sound outside. The golden light also flew back and was collected in the box. What happened afterwards? Later, the old monk said, this is a flying centipede. It can suck away the snake's brain, and the beautiful snake is killed by it.
The last lesson is: so if a strange voice calls your name, you must not promise him.
This story made me feel the danger of being a man. I often worry about enjoying the cool summer night and dare not look at the wall. I really want to get a box of flying centipedes like the old monk. I often think so when I walk beside the grass in the Herbal Garden. But until now, I haven't got it, but I haven't met the red snake and the beautiful snake. It is natural for strange voices to call my name, but they are not beautiful snakes.
Herbal gardens in winter are tasteless; It's different when it snows. Making a snowman (printing one's whole figure on the snow) and modeling a snowman need people's appreciation. This is a deserted garden, so it is not suitable, so we have to catch birds. Bo Xue is not enough; When birds have nowhere to feed for a long time, it is always necessary to cover the ground with snow for a day or two. Sweep away a piece of snow and expose the ground. Set up a big bamboo curtain with a short stick, sprinkle some chaff under it, and tie a long rope on the stick. People hold it from a distance and watch the birds come down to peck. When they reach the bottom of the bamboo curtain, they pull the rope and cover the bamboo curtain. But most of them are sparrows, and there are also "birds" with pale cheeks. They are impatient and can't keep them overnight.
This is the method my father taught me, but I can't use it well. Obviously, I saw them go in, pulled the rope and ran to have a look. There was nothing. It took me a long time to catch three or four. The father who moistens the soil can catch dozens of them in half a day, put them in a fork bag and scream and bump around. I once asked him the reasons for his gains and losses, and he just smiled quietly: You are too impatient to wait for it to come to the middle.
I don't know why my family sent me to the bookstore, which is called the strictest bookstore in the city. Maybe it's because Polygonum multiflorum destroyed the mud wall, maybe it's because the brick was thrown into Liang's house in the partition, maybe it jumped off the stone well fence, and ... there's no way to know. All in all: I won't go to the Herb Garden often. Ed, my cricket! Ed, my raspberries and Manglietia!
Going out to the east, within half a mile, I walked across a stone bridge, which is my husband's home. Go through a black bamboo door, and the third room is the study. There is a flat road hanging in the middle: three pools reflecting the moon; Below the apartment is a picture of a fat sika deer crouching under an old tree. Without Confucius memorial tablet, we will pay tribute to Pinglu. The first time was to worship Confucius, and the second time was to worship Mr.
When he saluted for the second time, Mr. Wang responded kindly. He is a tall and thin old man with gray hair and big glasses. I have great respect for him, because I heard that he is an old-fashioned, simple and knowledgeable person in this city.
I don't know where I heard it, but Dong Fangshuo is also very knowledgeable. He knew that an insect called "strange" was melted by resentment and doused with wine. I really want to know the detailed story, but Chang doesn't know it, because she has no knowledge after all. Now you have a chance, you can ask Mr.
"Sir,' strange' this bug, what's going on? ..... "I'm going to flip through the books, and when I'm about to retire, I quickly ask.
I don't know! His face seems very unhappy and angry.
I just know that as a student, I shouldn't ask these things, as long as I study, because he is a profound scholar, and he will never be ignorant. The so-called ignorant people don't want to say. People older than me often do this. I have seen it several times.
I just read books, practice calligraphy at noon and have classes at night. At first, Mr. Wang was very strict with me these days. Later, I got better, but gradually I read more books. I added words in class, from three words to five words, and finally to seven words
There is also a garden after the three pools reflect the moon. Although it is small, you can climb to the flower bed there to fold wintersweet blossoms and look for cicadas on the ground or on osmanthus trees. The best job is to catch flies and feed them to ants quietly. However, the students went to the garden too much for too long, but it didn't help. Mr. Wang shouted in the study
"Where did everyone go?"
People will go back one by one; It's no good going back together. He has a ruler, but he doesn't use it often. He has the rule of kneeling, but he doesn't use it often. Ordinary people just stare at it and say loudly:
"Reading!"
So everyone opened their throats and read for a while. It's really noisy. Some people read that "the benevolent is far away from me, and I want the benevolent", others read that "a dog's mouth is full of teeth", others read "Don't use the nine hidden dragons", and some people read "Don't go to the wrong place, make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes. Only he read aloud
"Iron wishful, charming command, a surprise ~ ~; Jin Luo Yi, hanging upside down, thousand cups are not drunk ~ ~..................................................................... "
I doubt that this is an excellent article, because when I read it, he always smiles, raises his head, shakes it and bends back.
When Mr. Wang is absorbed in reading, it suits us very well. Some of them put paper armor on their nails to play with. I am a painter. I use a kind of paper called "Jingchuan Paper" to describe the Xiu Xiang of the novel one by one, just like the shadow writing when I study Chinese characters. The more books you read, the more you draw; I have never read a book, but I have gained a lot in painting. The most fragmentary are The Journey to the West's Dangkou Zhi and Xiu Xiang, both of which are very big. Later, because I needed money, I sold it to a rich classmate. His father runs a tin foil shop; It is said that I have become a shopkeeper now and will soon rise to the status of a gentleman. This thing is long gone.
September 18.