It is my regret that I didn't live in the same era as my husband, but I am lucky because I can have a long talk with my husband across time and space.
"Sir, why do you want to give up medical literature, the doctor's career is not very good? I want to be a doctor in the future to save people in dire straits. " This is the first question I asked Lu Xun when I first saw him.
Mr. Wang sat in the dim light with a pen in his hand. Hearing my question, he lit a cigarette and said kindly, "People always ask me the same question. At that time, people were healthy, but they were sick and there was a shortage of ointment. There are many doctors, but where can I find a "doctor" who can save China? I must enlighten their dull hearts and save the declining nation. " Yes, it was his sacred duty and strong patriotism that made him choose to fight. I can't help but think of Wen Yiduo exclaiming, "This is not my China, no!" The contradictions in their hearts should be the same.
Looking at Mr. Wang's thin figure, I couldn't help asking, "Sir, aren't you afraid?"
Mr. Wang put down his cigarette holder, turned around and said firmly, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that this nation will perish because of silence, I'm afraid that Ah Q-style heroes will flood the streets and lanes, I'm afraid that Xianglinsao's sad and helpless eyes, I'm afraid that people will die in vain, I'm afraid that the world is black and white upside down, I'm afraid that the wicked will confuse Gan Kun, and I'm afraid that the sword is not sharp enough to pierce the enemy's throat ..." In Mr. Wang's eyes, this is the backbone of
Mr. Wang came to me and said seriously and gently, "The light of China has arrived. Our soul will keep pace with the times with you. It is the immortal spirit of every era to do one's best for the motherland and die. The future motherland needs your contribution. "
Mr. Wang's figure gradually faded away, but his inculcation melted into my heart. I saw the historical sky so vast and brilliant because of his existence.
The Writing of Dialogue with Lu Xun and Lu Xun's Dialogue
No.21Du Lijun, Lushan Middle School, Linzi, Zibo
The old editor gave me the same task to interview Mr. Lu Xun, but I was too worried about being a "trainee reporter" and had to bite the bullet and set off.
In the blink of an eye, the town of Lu can undergo earth-shaking changes. The building was packed, and the songs and music were beautiful. I found my husband's residence, and it was Mr. Wang who opened the door. His appearance has not changed much, but his face has improved a lot. His face is ruddy and he looks a little rich. I explained my purpose and my husband politely let me in.
The layout of the room is very simple, and there is a scholarly taste in simplicity. What is striking is that there are household appliances such as air conditioners in the room. After a brief greeting, I started my interview.
"Sir, the outside world's evaluation of you as a literary saint is mostly aimed at your essays. How do you position yourself? " I think my question is very sharp. Mr. Lu Xun said with a smile, "There are no saints, but I'd rather be an owl that cries at night. I am doing my duty with a pen in my hand. Others say that I use the article as a javelin, and I am still an athlete, an athlete of the people. " Mr Wang said with a smile. "So, what is your most important job? Is it The True Story of Ah Q? " I asked again. "There are some works, but they are also mixed with beads and sand. How can they be satisfied? However, I really like that book of poetry "Weeds" and always feel like myself. " Mr. Wang lit a cigarette, held it in his hand and said solemnly.
Then I asked Mr. Wang about some problems in my work, and Mr. Wang kept smiling at me. I asked again, "Aren't you afraid that the Kuomintang will offer a reward to assassinate you?" "Afraid of what? I thought at that time, my body is here, but' as long as the spring breeze blows, there are green weeds everywhere'. " It was so wonderful that I couldn't help applauding his answer. "Do you still write prose? I heard that a writer actually scolded you. What do you think? " I am outspoken. Mr. Wang thought for a moment, then took a sip of his cigarette. "Scholars, there are always many arguments. Scold, yes, I absorbed it. People's cows eat everything. If the curse is wrong, my pen will not be put down. Now, I usually visit ordinary people. I have been awarded some titles by the Propaganda Department of the Communist Party of China, but my works always have to be written, and I will keep writing. There are still some monographs to be written, and a few more A Brief History of China's Novels will be published. I can't get rid of the fate of words, haha. " Mr. Wang smiled again and flicked the ash. I looked at him, then at the books in his bookcase and the manuscripts piled on his desk, and I seemed to understand something. ...
After the interview, my husband sent me out again and gave me a book with such a familiar name-torrent. Mr. Wang looked at me intently and said softly, "Look, it has been moving forward!" " "
Yes, it keeps moving!
An article "My Dialogue with Lu Xun", with no less than 800 words in high school composition, begins with Lu Xun (PS, I hate Lu Xun very much). Many articles describe his face and personality.
Lu Xun was one of the earliest awakened intellectuals at that time, and his evaluation of society was mostly negative, because he hated the system and thoughts of old China.
A strong sense of mission, true self, relentlessly declaring war on the old forces and maintaining his personality independence are all his image characteristics, which may be somewhat extreme in language, while the social background you write can be divided into two situations: modern, because you pay attention to language description when you speak, so his expression description and action description should be paved. Case 2: In addition to what I just said, I suggest that Lu Xun should start writing. (material: 1936 10 091October 19, Mr. Lu Xun died of tuberculosis in Shanghai. Tens of thousands of people in Shanghai spontaneously held public sacrifices and funerals and were buried in Hongqiao International Cemetery. His coffin was covered with a flag that said "soul of china". 1956 Lu Xun's body was buried in Hongkou Park, and * * * was the inscription for the reconstructed Lu Xun's tomb. By the way, after 1936 peacefully resolved the Xi Incident, domestic peace was achieved and a situation of unity and resistance to Japan was initially formed. Anyway, society was still very turbulent at that time. Let's start with a few hours before Lu Xun's death. This aspect highlights a feeling that I can't say. It seems a little melancholy, so it is better to describe Lu Xun's mood (generally speaking, such people are still very ... they can understand when they die, but I remember learning a text in primary school, trying to find out whether this disease is still, well, still very serious. . . . . . ) By the way, if you have nothing to write about, you can also write about what happened later, which will make Lu Xun feel gratified and proud (China's GDP is now the third in the world. Of course, we have to ignore the fact that the per capita GDP is the 99th. . At the same time, it ignores the inaccuracy of China data itself. . . . )
Lu Xun died laughing at that time.
The dialogue between the composition and Lu Xun, who stands out in the wilderness; He rebelled against the silence of the night, tore the traces of the cold twilight that imprisoned the light, tore the cold night and opened a moat to release hope. With that voice swaying to this day, he sealed the true face of a fighter who was "wandering alone" but still screaming enthusiastically forever. He is Lu Xun.
I know that in the years when Mr. Lu Xun died, many people listened to his great wisdom and courage between the lines with his animal conscience. It is easy for us to say how sharp and provocative Mr. Lu Xun's writing is, so the "dagger" replaced Mr. Lu Xun's true face and retained people's hearts.
However, when I pay tribute to Mr. Wang calmly with my own eyes, I can't help but notice that Mr. Wang's eyes are full of perseverance and optimism in loneliness.
Although he was bullied by the silkworm factory on a cold night, he fought tirelessly against the last feudal reactionary force, sneered at the lackeys and the black hands behind the scenes who succumbed to reactionary rule, followed the mighty clouds of revolution with the fearless spirit of "looking for poetry from the knife" and defended the altar of just speech with the spirit of resisting Ding with one arm. Therefore, he was "wiped out". These people, whether enemies or friends, did not use the comprehensive thinking of an era. However, it is better to isolate Lu Xun, a giant of national literature, unilaterally and narrowly with "glaucoma" than Lu Xun's so-called "white jade defect". This is exactly what Mr. Wang often reveals in his articles. Unfortunately, China people "concentrate on being adults and are not good at uniting to meet the enemy", so he "wanders"-no one stays to see his intention to fight, and people will only regard him as a ridiculous "unreasonable leader" to encircle and encircle. Lu Xun's tragic life lies in his courage to "cross his brow and look at him coldly", thus highlighting his fearless rebellious nature of pursuing truth, which some so-called literati and writers can't compare with.
Lu Xun wrote in the inscription << southern accent to northern accent >>: "Really, I can't speak Hua Mian dialect, such as Bai Su dialect, nor can I speak loud Beijing dialect, which is out of tune." Yes, Mr. Wang maintained his "out of tune" in his brilliant life, but it was precisely because of this that he woke up so many China slaves sleeping in the "iron house", while Lu Xun used his life's straight back.
Of course, Lu Xun is not only a god of war who knows how to fight between heaven and earth. He only has war, war and victory in his heart. He is also very ordinary. He has the warmth of loving his mother and raising his children, the sincerity and unswerving confession of pursuing true love, and selfless and sincere professors to guide underachievers and explain the way of life to them. What he practiced was an ordinary and pure great word and deed.
Lu Xun's life is full of contradictions. He would rather be misunderstood as a mental patient, but he will also go to the battlefield to warn the people. He could have made a foothold in Taoyuan by playing pure literature boasted by some people, but he created and wrote essays to fight against chaos. He longs for his fellow travelers, but he won't bow to charity. ......
This, perhaps, is Lu Xun.
He, whistling. His whole life.
In the cold night, he was as sharp as a lonely wolf. He declared war-against the dark clouds that flooded him, against the scorched earth that devoured rotting corpses and turbid blood.
He tried his best to cast his soul and hold high the national torch in the burning of the ground fire.
References:
A person's wonderful
Imaginary composition: My conversation with Lu Xun (the content of the conversation is about books) You: Hello, sir.
Lu Xun: Hello.
You: Do you know the article that Mr. Wang wrote in "Chinese Textbook for Primary Schools"> also withdrew?
Lu Xun: Yes.
You: people who agree with "going" say that Mr. Wang's article is too profound for middle school students; Opponents say that Mr. Wang's works are classics and represent "soul of china"; Wang Xuming, former spokesperson of the Ministry of Education and president of China Publishing House, said: "I strongly disagree with the view that Lu Xun's works should be deleted from textbooks and junior high school students should not be too profound.". Nowadays, many textbooks speculate on Lu Xun's profundity and harm students with their own shallowness, which is very vulgar. " I wonder what Mr. Wang thinks?
Lu Xun: I can only find some anecdotal opinions from Baidu. "In the first volume of the new seventh-grade Chinese textbook published by People's Education Press, not only Kite has been replaced, but also nine articles such as Fable of Life by Zhou, Market in the Sky by Guo Moruo and Thinking of Quiet Night have been removed and replaced by Autumn of Missing by Shi Tiesheng and My Teacher by Wei Wei. The replacement of articles in this textbook is only a technical adjustment according to the difficulty of teaching. According to reports, at present, among the Chinese textbooks for compulsory education in junior high schools published by People's Education Edition, there are still 6 written by me, which still accounts for the largest proportion of domestic writers. " If put in the right time, this article will never fade. Therefore, I pay more attention to the perspective and analytical role of the article itself in society, which will never fade.
My conversation with Lu Xun is 500~600 words! ! ! My conversation with Lu Xun in junior high school
Stepping into this quiet town, it is out of the hustle and bustle of the city. The air is filled with bursts of books and ink, just like a cup of Longjing, quiet and unobtrusive. This is Shaoxing in my eyes. Here, I had an in-depth conversation with the great literary master Lu Xun. ...
Stepping on the path paved with bluestone, we came to the three pools reflecting the moon mentioned in the article. San Tan Yin Yue is a famous private school in Shaoxing in the late Qing Dynasty. Lu Xun studied here from 12 to 17. The plaque of "Three Tans Printing the Moon" hangs in the center of the study. The so-called "three flavors" means "reading classics tastes like rice, reading history tastes like vegetables, and reading a hundred flavors like sugar". Below the plaque is a picture of a pine deer. There are a pair of armbands on the pillars on both sides, which were inscribed by Liang, a calligrapher in Qing Dynasty. Lu Xun's seat is in the northeast corner of the study. This hardwood desk is the original used by Mr. Lu Xun. On the right side of the desktop, there is a word "algae" carved by Mr. Lu Xun himself. On one occasion, Lu Xun was late for class and was severely scolded by her husband. In the feudal society at that time, Lu Xun not only had to study hard by himself, but also took care of his father and did housework. After seeing that Lu Xun was late, Mr. Wang still gave him "corporal punishment"-slapping his palm with a ruler. But Lu Xun still insisted on treating every mistake with a rigorous attitude, so he carved the word "early" on the right edge of his desk to remind himself to take care of his study and life, and never to be late again. There is a small garden behind the moon in Santan, which contains two osmanthus trees and a wintersweet tree, among which wintersweet tree's life span exceeds 100 years. San Tan Yin Yue is a small flower room with three bays, and the cultural relics are well preserved. From the architectural structure to the indoor furnishings and surrounding environment, it is basically the face of the year.
Then, we came to Lu Xun Memorial Hall. As soon as I passed the ticket gate, I saw five glittering Chinese characters "Lu Xun Memorial Hall" on the wall. Walking up to the second floor, there were articles, books and oil paintings published by Lu Xun in his speeches and discussions everywhere ... When I saw the clothes he was wearing, I was shocked. The style is so simple and the colors are so simple. Those shoes have been torn several times. It is such a person who doesn't have high requirements for his own life, but he is a literary master who has high requirements for literature! My heart was deeply shocked ... When I walked into one of the exhibition halls, Lu Xun's famous words embedded with gold on a black slate immediately came into view, and one of them touched me the most: "I am a cow, eating grass and milking!" In the disaster-stricken China at that time, Lu Xun, like an industrious cow, got the lowest things, but paid the highest and greatest spirit, lighting a lamp of hope for the people of China who were struggling in the dark at that time. This shows that Lu Xun's contribution to the society at that time was enormous. He constantly inspires people with his own words, becomes their spiritual pillar and supports their strong will!
In addition, we also visited Lu Xun's former residence, ancestral home, and the amorous feelings garden written by Lu Xun. It was dark, and we finally reluctantly left this literary holy land-Shaoxing. I will definitely come again next time!
Dialogue with Lu Xun
I saw your spear held high in the dim light, and I heard that you were eager to "scream" for 40 million compatriots and wake up the "wandering" ignorant people in China. You survived stubbornly in the cracks like a "weed". Get up, under your inspiration, groups of young people in China are getting up. You are like a solid arm that people want to rely on.
It is my regret that I didn't live in the same era as my husband, but I am lucky because I can have a long talk with my husband across time and space.
"Sir, why do you want to give up medical literature, the doctor's career is not very good? I want to be a doctor in the future to save people in dire straits. " This is the first question I asked Lu Xun when I first saw him.
Mr. Wang sat in the dim light with a pen in his hand. Hearing my question, he lit a cigarette and said kindly, "People always ask me the same question. At that time, people were healthy, but they were sick and there was a shortage of ointment. There are many doctors, but where can I find a "doctor" who can save China? I must enlighten their dull hearts and save the declining nation. " Yes, it was his sacred duty and strong patriotism that made him choose to fight. I can't help but think of Wen Yiduo exclaiming, "This is not my China, no!" The contradictions in their hearts should be the same.
Looking at Mr. Wang's thin figure, I couldn't help asking, "Sir, aren't you afraid?"
Mr. Wang put down his cigarette holder, turned around and said firmly, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that this nation will perish because of silence, I'm afraid that Ah Q-style heroes will flood the streets and lanes, I'm afraid that Xianglinsao's sad and helpless eyes, I'm afraid that people will die in vain, I'm afraid that the world is black and white upside down, I'm afraid that the wicked will confuse Gan Kun, and I'm afraid that the sword is not sharp enough to pierce the enemy's throat ..." In Mr. Wang's eyes, this is the backbone of
Mr. Wang came to me and said seriously and gently, "The light of China has arrived. Our soul will keep pace with the times with you. It is the immortal spirit of every era to do one's best for the motherland and die. The future motherland needs your contribution. "
Mr. Wang's figure gradually faded away, but his inculcation melted into my heart. I saw the historical sky so vast and brilliant because of his existence.