Lu Xun said: "I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds. The underground fire is running and raging underground; once the lava erupts, it will burn out all the weeds and even the trees. Therefore, there is nothing to decay." In this poem, "I am willing to be a weed, waiting for the fire to attack underground", which expresses a complete and complete spirit of sacrifice.
Each chapter of "Weeds" mainly describes the social state under the rule of the Beiyang warlord government, as well as the passionate call for revolutionary power, deep sympathy for the working people, ruthless criticism of the national bad character, and Strict self-anatomy, etc., almost every article is worthy of people's reflection and torture of their own hearts and personalities. Extended information
From 1924 to 1926, Lu Xun was in Beijing. The political situation was dangerous, his work was frustrated, his brothers were hurt, and his marriage was unhappy. During this period of his life, Lu Xun continued to write sharp essays.
Later it was collected into "The Grave", "The Hot Wind" and "The Huagai Collection", but at the same time he wrote some short essays that were different from the previous writing styles and genres. These were prose and poetry, and they still contained sharp criticism. But more introspection.
Among them, there are descriptions, lyrics, discussions, dreams, death, hopes, curses, fierce criticisms, and calm introspections. Sometimes we look at the world, and sometimes we return to our hearts. , *** about twenty chapters.
One spring day, Lu Xun wrote an article about "weeds". He wrote: "The mud of life is abandoned on the ground. No trees grow, only weeds. This is my sin." The author took this as the "Inscription" and composed 24 short essays into a book of prose poems: "Wild Grass".
In my subjective understanding of Lu Xun's writings, whenever they appear with a sharp, sharp, and cold appearance and connotation, they can always easily cover up the warmth in the writing. Of course, I can ignore it, because, after all, it doesn't matter.
The important thing is that his words and the connotations in them are enough to make people think deeply, and they are also enough to be called a generation of literary giants who have conscience, can understand human nature, and dare to self-analyze. Lu Xun in "Weeds", to me, is more like the "awake" dreams and lines of poetry scrawled by a lonely and thin poet, "the memories of wild grasses".