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, showing a lonely and pitiful look. But at this time, the willows on the ground have sprouted, and the early peaches are also spitting buds, which are in harmony with the decorations of the children in the sky, making it 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 didn't seem to have seen him much, but I remember seeing him picking up dead bamboo in the back garden.
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 occasionally read a foreign book about children, only to know that games are the most legitimate behavior of children and toys are their 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, didn't break. He just had a bad fall, a bad fall.
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 like me, he already has a beard.
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. When we gradually talked about the past, I came to this paragraph and talked about the cruelty of childhood. "I don't blame you at all."
I think, as soon as he said it, I was forgiven immediately, and my heart was relieved.
"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 is there to 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.
This is a retrospective article. Taking the kite as a guide, I deeply reflect on the words and deeds of "I" who treated my brother rudely. At the same time, I express deep sorrow for the ignorance of people like my brother. This is undoubtedly an indictment of the feudal clan system's cruelty to children.
The close combination of nostalgia and lyricism is the outstanding feature of the article. Although the full text is mainly narrative, it deeply integrates the author's thoughts and feelings, and in key places, it is embellished with concise language, which makes the expression of feelings in the article more clear. For example, at the beginning of the article, "I" saw one or two kites floating in the winter sky in Beijing, which caused a surprise and sadness. Why? Next, the author inserts a memory of the kite season in his hometown. This passage not only describes the scene of early spring in my hometown, but also reflects my praise for my hometown in the description of this scene and thing. On this basis, the author further directly expressed this feeling: "Where am I now? It is still cold in all directions, but the long-lost spring has passed away for many years, but it is rippling in this sky. " This will fully express my deep nostalgia for my hometown. But it is worth noting that it is not just here to express my deep affection for my hometown. For example, when I read the full text, I recall the purpose of my hometown or the foothold is to create "me"
Think of bullying my little brother when I was a child. "I" is embodied here Through this little "I", I saw how sacred, cruel and ignorant the whole social appearance under the old ethical code-the big "I"-paternalistic management and pecking order were, which stifled children's nature and led to the tragedy. The memory of "I" is a profound indictment of the children who were devastated by the feudal clan system. "I" feel extremely heavy after deeply reflecting on the irreparable fault of this place. This sense of repentance negates the old "I" and gives birth to a new "I". The ideological evolution of "I" is clear, and the complex psychological state of "I" shows that it is for these reasons that I feel "surprised and sad" when I see a kite in the sky in Beijing.
Another feature is that the author uses the technique of sketching to vividly outline the character's personality characteristics in a few strokes. For example, describing "ten years old inside and outside", "sickly", "staring blankly in the air with your mouth open", "flying kites for others" and "jumping" shows the kindness, liveliness and loveliness of my little brother. When the secret of his kite-making was discovered, the author described his embarrassed expression and wrote:' He climbed to the big side, from the big to the small; He stood up in horror, his face was bloodless and he winced. "Here, the author wrote the little brother's mental state, which is a natural manifestation of being numb by feudal ethics. This is not simply because of timidity, but the deep-seated reasons are the basis of this phenomenon. When "I" completely destroyed his nearly finished kite and proudly walked out, he "stood in the hut in despair". Here, the author doesn't focus on others, but captures the expression and simple brushstrokes of his little brother, vividly revealing his fear and despair after his desire to play a proper game was abused. These descriptions are completely in line with the characteristics of children. Compared with the image of my little brother, it highlights the rudeness of "I" and the majesty of my brother.
In addition, articles. The psychological description is also excellent. For example, when writing "I", the author mainly grasps the psychological description of the character "I" and focuses on the heavy "I". The mood, the way to make up, and the feeling after making up. These psychological activities fully expressed my regret and sadness, especially when I mentioned my son's old story to my younger brother, but my brother was surprised and asked, "Has this ever happened?" Obviously, he has "completely forgotten" the meaning of this pen is profound, which means that some people wake up to the slavery of feudal thoughts until the author can't write. This makes the author feel heavy and sad!