Kites in Lu Xun's prose "Morning Flowers".

Kite is an unforgettable essay written by modern writer Lu Xun at 1925. At first, the author described the scene of flying kites in the winter sky in Beijing and flying kites in early spring and February in his hometown, revealing a trace of homesickness. Then naturally, I thought of my childhood from kite: as my brother, he punished the so-called worthless brother who loved kite. Adult writers are full of guilt and self-blame for their ignorance when they were young and for strangling the nature of their younger brothers and children. What makes the author more miserable is that he can't ask for forgiveness, because his brother has forgotten this past event indifferently. Here we take care of the author's "surprise and sadness" when he saw the kite at the beginning of the article. This kind of surprise and sadness lies not only in the author's profound self-reflection, but also in his brother's "complete forgetfulness". He realized that the people of China had not awakened to feudal moral slavery and paternalism, so he felt the arduous task of transforming "national character" and pointed out the internal reasons why the author was so heavy. The narrative of the article is closely related to lyricism. On the basis of narration, it expresses the author's extreme hatred of cold reality and his longing for a better tomorrow. In this paper, the scenery is outlined, the characters are described, and the combination of comfort, exclamation and discussion is permeated with a deep rational spirit.

The original text is as follows:

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In winter in Beijing, there is still snow on the ground. Gray-black bald branches split in the clear sky 1, and there are one or two kites floating in the distance, which is a surprise and sorrow 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 bright 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's still the winter in all directions, but the spring in my long-lost hometown has rippled in this sky.

But I have never liked flying kites. Not only do I hate flying kites, but I also hate flying kites, because I think that's what worthless children do. Contrary to me, my little brother, 6 years old, was about 10 years old at that time and was very thin. However, he likes kites best, and I can't afford them myself. 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 and pushed open the door. Sure enough, I 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. Next to the spacious stool, there is a bamboo bone of a Hu Die kite, which is not 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 grabbed a wing bone of Hu Die, threw the wind wheel on the ground, and the wind wheel squashed it. On age 1 1, on 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. We gradually talked about the old things of childhood, so I described this paragraph and said that my childhood was very confused. "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 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.

1925 1 24th of the month.

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