1: Original text of "Weeds·Kite"
?In winter in Beijing, there is still snow on the ground, and gray-black* bare branches crisscross the clear sky, and in the distance There are one or two kites floating, which is a kind of surprise and sadness to me.
The kite season in my hometown is in spring and February. If you hear the rustling of the wind wheel, you can look up and see a light ink* crab kite or a tender blue* centipede kite. There are also lonely tile kites, which have no wind wheel and are flown very low, looking lonely and haggard and pitiful. But at this time, the willows on the ground have sprouted, and the early mountain peaches are also blooming, echoing the children's decorations in the sky, blending into the gentleness of spring. Where am I now? The harsh winter is still chilling on all sides, but the long-lost spring of my long-lost hometown is rippling in the sky.
But I have never liked flying kites. Not only do I not love it, I also hate it, because I think it is a toy played by unpromising children. The opposite to me is my little brother. He was about ten years old at the time. He was sick and very thin. However, he loved kites the most. He couldn't afford to buy one, and I didn't allow him to fly. He had to open his mouth and stare. I would be lost in thought in the air, sometimes for half a day. The crab kite in the distance suddenly fell down, and he exclaimed; the two tile kites were untied, and he jumped with joy. All these things of his are, in my opinion, a laughingstock and despicable.
One day, I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t seen him very much for a few days, but I remembered seeing him picking up dead bamboo in the back garden. As if I suddenly realized it, I ran to a small room where clutter was piled up that few people went to, opened the door, and sure enough I found him in the dusty pile of clutter. He sat on the small stool facing the big square stool. Then he stood up in panic, lost color and shrank. Next to the large square stool rests the bamboo frame of a butterfly kite, which has not yet been covered with paper. On the stool is a pair of small wind wheels for eyes, which are being decorated with red paper strips and are about to be completed. While I was satisfied with uncovering the secret, I was also very angry that he had hidden it from my eyes and worked so hard to steal a toy for a useless child. I immediately stretched out my hand and broke one of the butterfly's wing bones, then threw the wind wheel to the ground and crushed it under my feet. In terms of age and strength, he was no match for me. Of course I won a complete victory, so I walked out proudly, leaving him standing in the hut in despair. What happened to him later, I don’t know, and I didn’t pay attention.
However, my punishment finally came. After we parted for a long time, I was already middle-aged. Unfortunately, I accidentally read a foreign book about children, and then I realized that games are the most legitimate behavior for children, and toys are children’s angels. So this scene of mental torture in my childhood that I had not remembered for twenty years suddenly unfolded before my eyes, and my heart seemed to have turned into a lead weight at the same time, falling very hard.
But the heart does not fall and is cut off, it just falls very, very heavily, and falls.
I also know how to make amends: give him a kite, agree with him to fly it, persuade him to fly it, and I will fly it with him. We shouted, ran, and laughed - but he already had a beard like me.
I also know that there is another way to make amends: to ask for his forgiveness and wait for him to say, "I don't blame you at all." Then my heart will definitely feel relaxed. is a feasible method. Once, when we met, my face was engraved with many streaks of hard work, and my heart was very heavy. We gradually began to talk about old things from childhood, and I narrated this section, talking about my confusion in my youth. "I don't blame you at all." I thought, what he was about to say, I was forgiven immediately, and my heart was relaxed from then on.
"Has such a thing ever happened?" He said with a surprised smile, as if listening to other people's stories. He couldn't remember anything.
If you completely forget and have no resentment, what forgiveness is there? Forgiveness without resentment is just a lie.
What else could I hope for? My heart felt heavy.
Now, the spring of my hometown is in the air in this foreign place again, giving me memories of my long-gone childhood, but also bringing with it an uncontrollable sadness. I might as well hide in the harsh winter, but it is clearly winter on all sides, giving me a very cold and air-conditioned atmosphere.
Two: Appreciation is as follows
At the beginning of the work, the author makes a fascinating roll call of the theme of the article in the order of eye movement. The reader is led into the main image "kite" in the article through the winter in Beijing - snow - tree branches - air - kite.
Using a kite as a thread reminds me of my hometown thousands of miles away, where a moving picture of children flying kites in spring and February emerges. Kites are colorful and have different shapes. The willows are budding, the peaches are blooming, and the children's kites are flying in the sky, presenting a scene full of vitality and spring. At the same time, it also expresses the author's deep nostalgia for his hometown. His only nostalgia for the spring of his hometown lies in the one or two kites floating in the sky in the harsh winter of Beijing. The author's thoughts are floating in the vast void.
The author of the following paragraphs describes the past events of his boyhood. Through the description of a story about flying a kite in spring when he was a child, it expresses that the author has not been interested in flying kites since he was a child and feels very disgusted with it.
On the contrary, the author's younger brother particularly likes and longs for kite flying. However, due to limited family conditions, he cannot afford to buy a kite. He just stares at other people's kites in a daze, longing for a kite of his own. In the author's eyes, flying a kite seemed ridiculous to him. In my opinion, the author thinks that everything is inferior except reading.
One day, the author was very angry when he discovered the kite that his brother had worked so hard to make. I thought my brother didn't do what he should do, but only did some useless things. He didn't take his brother seriously, and in a fit of anger, he broke the wings of his brother's butterfly kite and flattened the wind wheel that was thrown to the ground. At that time, the author felt deeply saddened by his lack of awareness. Although the author taught his younger brother a lesson and achieved victory, the younger brother's psychology was hurt like never before.
Twenty years later, the author looked back on the past and felt guilty for hurting his younger brother's childlike innocence. At this moment, his heart felt as heavy as lead. The author deeply regrets from the bottom of his heart the foolish things he did to his younger brother when he was young and frivolous. From this point of view, as people grow older in their lives, they gradually become more mature in dealing with the world. This is a law of growth and a law of maturity and sophistication.
After careful consideration, the author came up with two ways to make up for his mistakes. The first is to buy the best kite for his younger brother, so that he can play with his younger brother and enjoy the belated childhood fun. But his brother has reached his thirties, this is something that cannot be achieved, and everything is gone forever.
The second way he thought of making amends was to find an opportunity to explain to his younger brother what he had done stupidly, and to get his forgiveness. He hoped that he would say to himself, "I don't blame you!" However, Later, I finally had the opportunity to get together with my brother. During the conversation, when the author mentioned that incident when he was a child, his brother said: "I can't remember it at all." The author originally thought that if his brother forgives him for his mistakes back then, Maybe his heart will suddenly become enlightened and the sky will be brighter. However, the author still feels heavy because he has not been forgiven by his brother.
In the end, the author's emotional thoughts have returned to their original place, and he has returned to the harsh winter in Beijing. The author uses the writing technique of echoing back and forth, but the few natural paragraphs in the middle are inserted into the narrative. Recalling the past events of his childhood. It fully expresses the author's sublimation process from the old "I" to the new "I". The author's language is concise and the characters he depicts are vivid. The scenes in the article come to mind one by one, as if the owner of the article is the reader himself, with a strong sense of reality. Obviously, people's lives are constantly correcting mistakes and repenting to adapt to their own time.