Lu Xun's essay119361kloc-0/9 was a national mourning day. At 5 o'clock in the morning, Mr. Lu Xun, a great writer in China, passed away.
I remember reading the article "Humble Lu Xun", which is still fresh in my memory. The article tells two things, one of which is that one night, Mr. Lu Xun's neighbors had a quarrel, and the quarrel became louder and louder, so that Mr. Lu Xun stayed up all night. The next day, he was ill. When Mr. Lu Xun's daughter asked him why he didn't stop it, Mr. Lu Xun said a touching sentence: "If I stop them, they will be angry. I sleep better alone than all three of them. " This is just a trivial matter in Mr. Lu Xun's life, but we can also see Mr. Lu Xun's character from this incident. He would rather stay up late than let others have a good rest. In my mind, Mr. Lu Xun is a person who thinks less about himself and more about others.
In my mind, Lu Xun is an indomitable person who does not bow to the enemy. He is a caring person and willing to give everything to the people. This is exactly what he said. He looked down at a thousand fingers and bowed his head as a willing ox. & gt that's what he said, and that's what he said in life. In life, he thinks of the working people everywhere, thinks of the working people everywhere, and puts the interests of the working people first everywhere. Mr. Lu Xun is always fighting against the dark forces and working hard for the happy life of working people in the future!
Mr. Lu Xun in my mind is a great representative, a synonym for heroes, a relative of the people and the soul of the Chinese nation!
Lu Xun's composition reminds me of Lu Xun, a great thinker in China. Let's not talk about anything else. This feeling is not a preconceived idea, but an association, which I think is very appropriate. He stood there, looking thin and haggard. Look, at least in appearance, they match.
He made me feel a little knowledgeable. Maybe I will thank and envy anyone who tells me something I don't understand. However, he is just different.
He stood there, half a space away from me, spreading his ideas to the whole classroom with his voice.
Lu Xun's high definition permeates his writing. In the constant accumulation, every time I realize that Mr. Wang's ideas are different. And he, it is so.
To tell the truth, I don't like Lu Xun. Probably because of different knowledge or different reality, I can't fully accept his strong feelings. He is the same at this point. Although he doesn't know all the details about history, he calls himself a "master of literature", but he has deep feelings for history. He sometimes feels sorry for us, and he will point out our shortcomings. From his point of view, we are too naive and not profound. Sometimes, he subverts himself.
When he speaks, I can feel that his thinking is unconstrained within a limited range. But it is not a childlike imagination, but a deep talk. He always puts himself in reality, whether it is a beautiful world or an absurd reality, he just agrees with the world he lives in. Then, I object.
It must be the age gap, or we would rather make the world or reality more acceptable to ourselves. If nothing else, just make yourself comfortable I wonder if he understands that our generation is children who believe in Micawber doctrine.
He likes to work hard and put it into practice, or he likes people who work hard. He always emphasizes to us: "Think, then you have to think." Why is his thought always based on a height that I can't reach? Maybe I'm an impatient person, hoping to catch his thoughts and knock them down!
He will judge a problem or phenomenon unexpectedly. You can't find it in books, lesson plans and most people's minds. Just as Lu Xun's keen thinking transcends mediocrity. Have they ever had a heart-to-heart conversation? I don't know, but that vague understanding makes me admire, surprised and puzzled. It's not good for him to do so, and it even makes me feel that he has an insatiable worldview.
On the whole, he is good, not necessarily right, but at least good. I like that he won't completely deny my idea. Thank you. I admire both Lu Xun and him.
I remember someone said that Mr. Lu Xun was the first "stylist" in China. What is a stylist? I think one of the signs of "stylists" is that when they express their thoughts and feelings, they will not ignore their own expression skills: what genre is used to carry them? How to choose words and make sentences? How to lay out the plot? However, when a "stylist" is as sophisticated as Lu Xun, his skills are intangible and tangible-at the beginning of the book, you are growing up for ups and downs and subtle metaphors-at the end of the book, Mr. Lu Xun's moustache is also smiling for this arrangement. A problem that we often ignore is the narrative angle chosen by Lu Xun-perhaps this intention has been deeply integrated into his works.
Although the narrator used in Lu Xun's huge work system, that is, the "I" in the article, is varied: there are protagonists, witnesses, narrators, and some even have no "I" throughout, but I think it is good to divide it into two categories: one is the warm "I" in memory; The other is the sharp "I" in reality.
Let's talk about the former first. Typical examples are social drama and hometown, and then from Baicaoyuan to Santan to reflect the moon. In these articles, Lu Xun's theme is often his childhood life experience in the countryside, so this "I" is mostly honest and testable. In recent years, people often say that they want to "restore Lu Xun", a bit stubborn but not difficult to get along with; Lu Xun, as soon as he is happy, makes friends all over the world; Lu Xun, who looks at aesthetics and comments on women's clothes in his spare time-I think we can start by reading these articles. In such an article, Lu Xun is alive and warm there, in that ignorant and simple rural land: boating in the water there, watching plays on summer nights there, being naughty there and being depressed there. On the one hand, the warm "I" in the text takes off the big hat of "anti-sealing warrior" on Lu Xun's head, and shows us a smiling face recalling the past, which makes readers turn from morbid "fear" to loving Lu Xun; On the other hand, I think that only the "love" in this gentle Lu Xun is the source of his struggle-for this land, for the villagers on this land.
Another kind of "I" makes Lu Xun become Lu Xun after all-otherwise he is just a good hermit in troubled times. This kind of "I" comes from Lu Xun's innate sensitivity and insight, which endows him with the talent of cynicism about stories. Kong Yiji, for example, although the narrator is a little boy, there seems to be another "I" between the lines-the author himself: this "I" not only looks at the boss's supercilious look, Kong Yiji's embarrassment, the ugliness of all beings, but even looks at how the little boy joins the ranks of teasing and hating Kong Yiji step by step and joins the bad customs of the world. There is also a kind of "showing to the public", such as a misty poem, which does not have the "I" that is often found in novels, but only fragments of scattered perspective-but this "I" is everywhere-or unraveling a piece of hypocrisy for readers to see, or snickering at the ignorance of all beings, or suffering from despair captured by a keen author.
To understand Lu Xun, I think we should first understand two kinds of "I" in his works: one is the warmth and attachment like every mortal, which makes us love; The other has his greatness and foresight beyond the times, so let us respect him.
The fourth essay of Lu Xun's essays I held Lu Xun's essays in my hand, and there was a cool and clean piano sound in my ear. I sat on the bed with my arms folded. Suddenly looked out-a cloud of smoke. A melodious and sad flute sound came.
I saw a good story in a trance, and my eyes were hazy.
The blue sky and fresh breath make people feel cool. A clear stream is calm and cheerful. Not far away, several families. There are green trees around. Someone patted me. It turned out to be Lu Xun: "son, the world where the spirit was destroyed has passed, and' my good story' is over. Continue to tell this' good story'! " Lu Xun pointed around: "This is a good story about you and me. Write down the appearance of each tree, even its grain, the shape of each drop of water, the color of the blue sky, and write down ... "I don't have to look back. I know he's gone, and I don't have time to look back, because I want to remember everything-trees, water, sky, clouds …
Suddenly, a large area of trees fell, there were more people and more smoke in the kitchen, and a factory appeared. The sky cried, the river became uneasy, and the air became turbid. The tree is not green, and some children are holding saws. I want to shout when I see a tree, but I can't make a sound, and my body is imprisoned. I saw them clearly, and their eyes were full of interest.
Although the tree fell, it hit a person and that person was killed. What I see is not the sadness of people, but the numbness of people and the resentment of trees. I seem to see the happy smile of the tree.
I can walk around, walk to the tree and touch its rings. It says development and planning. A closer look surprised me into a cold sweat. Every seam is a word "hate". I saw that I was surrounded by those trees, and they covered me bit by bit until it was completely dark. I screamed with fear, and suddenly everything became broken and twisted. I saw the book lying on the ground in panic, and that page was just a "good story".
Lu Xun seems to be smiling at me, not cold, but believing.
There is a man in Lu Xun's essay 5. He is a modern proletarian writer, thinker and revolutionary in China. He fought with a pen as a weapon all his life and was known as "soul of china". He is a great writer and a fighter for democracy. He is Mr. Lu Xun.
Lu Xun in my heart loves books. When he buys a book, he must check it carefully. If there is any problem, he will change it to a good book for the merchant. Mr. Lu Xun, when reading, you must wipe the table, then wash your hands, and finally you can study hard. Mr. Lu Xun hates putting books in the corner when turning pages. I thought Mr. Lu Xun was very careful when turning pages, for fear of accidentally catching the corner.
Lu Xun in my heart also cherishes time. Lu Xun once said, "Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze it, there is always some.". Indeed, no matter how busy Mr. Lu Xun is, he always finds time to read or write. He usually writes or reads all day. If Mr. Lu Xun is tired, he will lie in a chair and read a book. He thinks it's a kind of rest. Someone also asked Lu Xun, "Are you a genius?" Mr. Lu Xun just smiled and said, "There is no genius. I just use other people's coffee time to write. " Mr. Lu Xun not only cherishes his own time, but also cherishes the time of others. As long as he attends the meeting, he won't be late. Never let others wait for him. If he has an appointment with someone else, he is never late. Whether it is strong wind or heavy rain, whether it is heavy snow or flood. He will never be late. Mr. Lu Xun once said: wasting other people's time is no different from killing people for money. "
Mr. Lu Xun is like this, and I will always remember him.
Lu Xun's composition 6 Be a man who keeps his promise.
When Lu Xun was thirteen, his grandfather was arrested and imprisoned for the imperial examination case. His father has been ill for a long time and his family is getting poorer and poorer. He often goes to the pawnshop to sell valuable things, and then buys medicine for his father at the drugstore. On one occasion, when his father was seriously ill, Lu Xun went to pawn shops and pharmacies early in the morning, and when he came back, the teacher had already started classes. Seeing that he was late, the teacher said angrily, "Teenagers still sleep late and are late for class. Don't come next time you are late. "
Lu Xun nodded, made no excuses for himself, and quietly returned to his seat with his head down.
The next day, he came to school early, carved the word "early" on the upper right corner of the desk with a knife, and secretly vowed that he would get up early and never be late again.
In the later days, his father's illness became more serious. Lu Xun went to the pawnshop to sell things more frequently, and then went to the drugstore to buy medicine. A lot of work at home fell on Lu Xun's shoulders. He gets up early every day before dawn, takes care of things at home, then goes to pawn shops, pharmacies and private schools for classes. Although the family has a heavy burden, he has never been late again.
In those hard days, whenever he panted and ran into the private school on time and saw the word "early" on the desk, he would feel happy and thought, "I have overcome difficulties and fulfilled my promise again. I will definitely redouble my efforts to be a trustworthy person. "
Later, when his father died, Lu Xun continued to study in San Tan Yin Yue. Shou, a teacher in a private school, is a founder, simple and knowledgeable person. The teacher's personality and academic spirit, the three pools that once left a deep memory for Lu Xun, and the desk engraved with the word "algae" have always inspired Lu Xun to move forward on the road of life.