One of the Notes on Lu Xun's Wild Grass
I have read Lu Xun's prose poetry collection Weeds several times, but my mind is still blank. If I have to find a few words to sum up my impression, they are: wilderness, wasteland and burning. I don't even remember whether there are these words in Weeds, and I don't want to look through the books for verification. I think sometimes it's good to read without asking for a good understanding, at least leave yourself an imagination space. So I want to avoid people's interpretation of Weeds as much as possible, although it will be a good reference, which will let me know a lot about revolution, absurdity, existence, ontology and so on. I don't deny or disagree with other people's views. It's just that watching these things too much will produce aesthetic fatigue and even disgust. Because I feel after reading, I have subtracted all kinds of academic norms, which can be said to be more free and frank, so I will talk nonsense below, please be mentally prepared.
Man is a very strange animal. He always comes up with some inexplicable ideas and makes some unusual moves to make things interesting. I like Weeds very much, and I respect Mr. Lu Xun very much. The wilderness consciousness shown in his article makes my nerves extremely active and excited, so that I am completely immersed in the scene when reading. However, this scene is only my own imagination, and it is not a scene that came to mind when Mr. Lu Xun wrote. But I don't think it prevents me from understanding it. I always believe that there is a world that we have never reached. This world should not belong to any era or be limited to any meaning. Because of its infinite expansion, it can't be expressed in words, only felt. I also believe that in addition to its contemporary and practical significance, Weeds has a world that it has never shown, that is, the wasteland. Although we can imagine the wasteland scene according to Mr. Lu Xun's words, the real wasteland can't be expressed in words. The wasteland we see is only the objectified wasteland of Mr. Lu Xun, and the wasteland in everyone's heart is unique. Therefore, we don't need to dig or flatter the wasteland world in others' hearts, we should spend more time to know the wasteland in our own hearts. Here, I am not saying that people's excavation of Lu Xun's Weeds is a kind of praise, but I also believe that people's interpretation of it is consistent with what Mr. Lu Xun thinks to some extent. I just want to tell myself that people's infinite excavation of weeds is only a small corner in the wild world of weeds. The problem is that people want others to agree with what they see. Will this idea be attributed to the victory of strict logic, or the sadness of narrow thinking space? Maybe there is no answer at all.
Reading Notes on Lu Xun's Weeds (Ⅱ)
Mr. Lu Xun may be an endless topic for China people, especially for China people who still have some thoughts. As long as the ugliness of China people does not disappear, his once fierce criticism will always have his irreplaceable value. Mr. Lu Xun is on the verge of life and death, just like the shadow between light and darkness? Either swallowed up by darkness or destroyed by light, Lu Xun wrote Weeds at this time.
After reading Weeds, I lost myself and was completely attracted by my husband's pen and ink. Mr. Wang said, "I can laugh and I can sing." So I really want to laugh and sing. However, "heaven and earth are so quiet that I can't laugh or sing." At present, there is a faint blood. My husband is slightly sad, but my heart is hurting. It's a silent, deep and biting pain, because this nation is bleeding, suffering, falling, waiting and recovering? I didn't cry, and I didn't mourn for this nation, because the traitor warrior has come from the world, and the world has changed color in his eyes.
Mr. Lu Xun should not have been born in that era. In the era of white terror, there was blood everywhere, the blood of comrades-in-arms, the blood of enemies, the blood of innocent people and the blood of people who stood up? It seems that heaven and earth have been intertwined with a reddish and slightly fishy smell, covering up the bright future. If he was born in another era, he might be Li Bai, who is unconstrained; Perhaps it is Liu Yong, who "the belt is getting wider and wider, and he will never regret it, so that people will be haggard"; Perhaps Yu Qian is "not afraid of death, but wants to stay innocent in the world"? He can be another person, and there is no need to reveal incurable and undisguised sadness and bitterness in the locked brow.
However, when he was born, Zhou Shuren became the unique Lu Xun. "Look at a thousand fingers with cold eyes and bow your head as a willing ox." He recommended his blood to Xuanyuan and dedicated it to the land of China worthy of attachment. China literati have been in a dilemma between Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism since ancient times. Although Mr. Wang got rid of this bondage, he loved and read this nation with bad habits too deeply, and even got caught up in the whirlpool of the times, unable to extricate himself and unwilling to extricate himself. The times need Lu Xun. So he raised his pen and pointed the finger at the reactionary government, which aroused the reason and courage of China people.
Mr. Lu Xun is gone forever. When the coffin was buried in loess, there was a reddish crescent in the dark night. He can't see. But he gave people with lofty ideals weapons and strength, and pointed out the way forward.
A country is about to rise.
Mr. Wang should be published. Weeds can't burn out When the warm spring breeze blows through the banana field, the grass will break through the ground?
Reading Notes on Lu Xun's Weeds (Ⅲ)
I'm not going to travel during the National Day holiday. There are too many people and too much noise. Just stay at home and read and go for a walk by the river. I am reading Lu Xun's Weeds recently. Lu Xun's books are difficult, and weeds are no exception, so reading is very tired and slow, but tired and happy. Take some notes while reading, read carefully and digest slowly. I believe this long vacation will be full and happy.
Weeds is Lu Xun's pursuit of himself and analysis of his inner world, in which all his personal explorations of life problems are included. Weeds contains all the philosophical thoughts of Lu Xun.
"When I am silent, I feel full; I will open my mouth and feel empty at the same time. "
"I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds."
"I hope the death and decay of this weed will come soon. Otherwise, I won't survive first, which is more unfortunate than death and decay. "
Thoughts on Reading Notes of Lu Xun and Cao Ye;
1. Comment on Lu Xun's prose collection "Weeds"
2. Lu Xun's classic prose "Weeds"
3. The artistic spirit of Lu Xun's Wild Grass
4. Some people read notes.
5. Three selections of Lu Xun's essays.
6. Lu Xun's essays "Wild Grass"
7. Three classic essays by Lu Xun.
8. Good words and sentences in Weeds
9. On Lu Xun's Reading in Autumn Night.
10. Excerpted from "Morning Flowers Pick Up in the Evening".