Drama collection, Yanagiko, salesgirl, family portrait, teahouse, nameless highland of reportage, novella "Crescent Moon", "My Life", "Export", "Short Stories Collection", "Fair", "Sakura Sea Collection", "Mussel Algae Collection" and "Train Collection". ?
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Lao She is a novelist and playwright in China. Born in 1899 and died in 1966, Manchu, originally from Beijing. Formerly known as Shu Qingchun, the word Sheyu. Lao She is his most commonly used pen name. 19 18 Graduated from Beijing Normal University, principal of Beijiao Primary School, student counselor.
The ideological trend of democracy, science and personality liberation aroused by the May 4th New Culture Movement awakened him from the life creed of "running a primary school seriously, respectfully serving his mother, getting married and having children properly". The prosperity of the literary revolution made him "obsessed with new literature and art", thus starting a new starting point in his life and career. ?
Excerpts from quotations from Lao She's works;
1. Rain falls on the rich, the poor, the righteous and the unjust. In fact, rain is unfair, because it falls in an unfair world-Lao She's Camel Xiangzi
There is not much truth in this world. A woman's blush is better than a long conversation. -Lao She
3. Life is a rhythm. There must be light and shadow, left and right, sunny and rainy, and the taste is contained in the gentle twists and turns. -Lao she's "ailment"
4. Mr. Lao She said: "People can be a little childish to their mothers even if they live to be seventy or eighty years old. Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. It is happy to have a mother. " As long as you have a mother, you will have the final tolerance and dependence. -Lao She
5. If you love someone, you will die-Lao She.
6, talent is the blade, diligence is the grindstone, and the sharp blade will rust if it is not ground for a long time. -Lao She
7. It rained in Mao Mao in mid-April. The sun was shining and the air was cool. The young leaves are still small, but there are some green leaves everywhere. Shy Chunyang only peeped out some soft light from the thin clouds: the figures and shadows on the ground were very weak. The wild peach blossoms bloom very early, and the faint pink is swaying in the wind and rain, like a weak village girl, dressed simply and beautifully. -Lao she's two horses