I look forward to the hope of all sentient beings who have been living a hard life, so that people with bad karma can have a little light in their lives. But the novel came to an abrupt end, leaving me deeply brought into this small town and asking, "What is life for, to live such a bleak night?" ……
Biography of Hulan River is the masterpiece of Xiao Hong, a famous modern female writer in China. Speaking of Xiao Hong, as she expected before her death, people pay more attention to her emotional experience than her works. However, as long as you have the opportunity to read her words, you will feel how unique the brushwork and talent of a talented woman who suffered a lot and died young. Her works are far more attractive than her experiences.
Biography of Hulan River tells the story of Hulan River, a small town where Xiao Hong lived as a child, which has both local characteristics and warm and cold feelings. The author explains things in a small town from the perspective of a child.
There are no flowery words in the book, but plain words are used to outline the life of ordinary people in that era vividly. In the continuous in-depth reading, I always feel that the author is staring at the world she loves and hates with childlike eyes. Although childish, there is also a sense of compassion, revealing that paper overflows in the air and surrounds readers.
Throughout Xiao Hong's life, the happiest time is his childhood accompanied by his grandfather, and this most precious memory is presented in this novel. Although there is only one chapter devoted to the happy time spent with grandpa, this chapter makes the tone of the whole work dim and has some relaxation and warmth.
Xiaohong and her grandpa's paradise is their backyard. When the weather is warm, my father and grandson have a good time here.
Grandpa sowed the seeds of Chinese cabbage, and Xiaohong stepped on the sowed soil nest with her feet behind her, saying it was flat, but sometimes she kicked all the rapeseed away. When grandpa shoveled the ground, Xiaohong couldn't carry the hoe, so she lifted the "head" of a hoe to help, saying it was weeding, but she often cut the vegetables. Grandpa squatted on the ground to pull weeds, and Xiaohong put a straw hat full of roses on her head. Grandpa didn't know, only that the roses at home are very fragrant and can be smelled two miles away. It was not until I took off my hat at home that I realized that the flowers were spent on my head, which made the whole family laugh.
After grandma died, Xiao Hong slept with her grandfather and studied poetry with him. Xiao Hong's favorite poem is: "Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky." Because she thinks yellow pears are delicious. Later, her grandfather told her a poem, which made her understand that "oriole" is not a pear, so she didn't like it that much. ...
Such a free, colorful and interesting childhood, I'm afraid readers of any era can't help but envy it.
Xiao Hong, a girl, was naturally ignored in the patriarchal era. Because her mother died young and her father was violent, almost all the warmth she felt came from her grandfather. Fortunately, grandpa's love is deep enough, so that Xiao Hong can not only let the child's nature fool around without being scolded and beaten, but also use this beauty to comfort her seriously ill body through writing. It would be very gratifying if grandpa knew something underground. Moreover, her grandfather gave Xiao Hong an opportunity to contact China's classical literature very early, which laid the necessary foundation for her later literary creation. Therefore, grandpa is not only a bright color of Xiao Hong's childhood life, but also her earliest literary enlightenment tutor.
Although the * * * time spent by father and grandson made Xiao Hong's childhood bright, this bright color was set off by the bleak background.
Xiao Hong's Hulan Town, like thousands of towns in Qian Qian, China at that time, was inhabited by millions of generations of people who resigned.
The saddest thing is the reunion daughter-in-law, who came to her husband's house at the age of 12. A minor child is often beaten and scolded for no reason. Mother-in-law takes her out as a punching bag, of course-even if she is hung up and beaten and branded with a soldering iron, it is also to educate her well, so as to save her from clamoring to go home as soon as she is beaten, and married people ignore her husband's family, which is not bad! ?
When the reunion daughter-in-law got sick, she began to ask people to jump rope to exorcise evil spirits-her husband's family not only never dared to beat and scold again, but also spent more than 5,000 yuan to treat her with various remedies until she was pushed to the gate of hell. Finally, she took three baths with boiling water and burned a girl alive!
People far and near have never heard of it. People who jump rope and take a shower are afraid of missing the opportunity to learn. They all came to see it. It was only when the reunion daughter-in-law fainted that she gave birth to a little compassion to rescue. However, as long as she wakes up, she should watch and learn.
When the reunion daughter-in-law died, her mother-in-law cried. It's just that these tears are not pity for children, nor guilt, but harm to the five thousand dollars. Everyone who went to help with the white work came back happily, saying that the food was delicious. Before long, the reunion daughter-in-law was forgotten.
An innocent child was tortured to death for no reason, but no one reflected and pitied. Because people here have lived like this for generations, and their daughters-in-law are beaten. Who hasn't been beaten by her mother-in-law ! You don't know if you spend money in Hua Cuo, but ignorance blinds the eyes of the world. Don't you need to invite a great god when you are sick? !
As for the onlookers, they are never too big. If someone dies, it's life. There's nothing to regret. No one will be surprised when people die. Don't people all die sooner or later? !
Seeing this, my spine is really cold, and people are so numb and ignorant that they are like walking dead! Why are these people so indifferent to others?
More than that? !
Don't be indifferent to others. People in Hulan River are resigned.
Let's say that the powder room in the yard is obviously dilapidated, but it will creak when it rains and winds, and it will soon collapse. But the people who live in it never want to repair it. In the author's words, "people who live in this house are not alert to the fact that the house is going to fall down, as if there is a blood relationship, which is very trustworthy."
Let's talk about the big mud pit on Dongerdao Street. I don't know how many chickens, pigs, cats and dogs are drowned every year, and there are often accidents in which cars and pedestrians are stuck. After the weather turned hot, it began to rain, and mosquitoes and flies swarmed here, making it messy. But every year, someone has the strength to rescue the overturned old horse and climb over the wall. Moreover, people in the past were used to watching jokes of people who walked in fear, but no one took the trouble to fill the hole. Every time the weather changes, people talk about big pits. Once, the water rose again, once, the water fell again. Life is so dull and boring that we have to stir it with these things around us to give birth to some vitality.
So the people in Hulan River are really a group of sleeping people, blind people. They all gave in to the difficulties of life, because the sleeping people have no active consciousness, because the blind can't see the truth.
I believe everyone will read the short story Medicine by Mr. Lu Xun. Looking at Xiao Hong's novels again, you will understand more deeply why a pioneer who struggled for the turnaround of the working people can't get the understanding and respect of the working people: how can a group of people who are indifferent to their own lives care about the lives of animals and pity the lives of others? For such a person, the label revolutionary martyr is meaningless, just a stranger. Even the death of a neighbor can be quickly forgotten. What's wrong with a stranger's bloody steamed bread?
Such a group of people are alive, but their souls have never woken up. Sadly, this is the epitome of China's ignorance in the old society. As the author said: "Everything in the past has been forgotten, and they are not actively looking forward to the future. They just live in the rations prepared by their ancestors day after day. "
People often say that "suffering is the wealth of life", but suffering can't wake up the sleeping soul. It takes a keen heart, a strong will, courage and wisdom to turn suffering into wealth.
Although the sleeping majority once put China's fate in jeopardy. Fortunately, there are still so many sober people who have dedicated themselves to China's awakening. Among them are patriotic generals who defend their dignity with their flesh and blood, and writers who save the souls of Chinese people with their ideological essence. Mr. Lu Xun is the first to bear the brunt. He abandoned medicine and went to literature to heal people's hearts.
As a writer favored by Lu Xun at that time, Xiao Hong was also making the same efforts. Among many literary works that awaken Chinese people, this novel by Xiao Hong is undoubtedly a deeply touching one.
The charm of excellent works lies in that they can cross the long river of time and enlighten readers of different times. Don't think that you have a sensitive, lively and interesting soul just because the closed era has passed. A busy life at 2: 00 a.m. and 1: 00 a.m. and 9: 00 a.m. to 5: 00 a.m. is likely to put your mind to sleep.
You just look at your mobile phone day after day and work hard at the computer. How long has it been since you paid attention to the scenery outside the window? How long have you not exercised? How long has it been since you cared about your parents? How long have you stopped caring about your inner dreams?
When we are not worried about food and clothing, we should pay more attention to emotional communication and spiritual nourishment. Don't be taken away by the wheel of the times. The afternoon sun shines through the window. It's time to wake up, change and bloom. ...