Author: Hong Xiao
After dinner, a fiery red cloud emerged. Xiaguang made the children blush, the big white dog turned red, red rooster turned golden, and the black hen turned rosewood. The old man who feeds pigs stood at the root of the wall and smiled and watched his two little white pigs turn into little golden pigs. He was about to say, "You've changed, too." A cool man came up to him and said, "You must live a long life. You always have a golden beard. "
The clouds in the sky are burning from west to east, as red as if the sky were on fire.
The flaming clouds in this place vary greatly, from red to gold, from purple to yellow, from gray to lily. Grape ash, pear yellow, eggplant purple, these colors are all in the sky, and some colors can't be said or seen.
After a while, a horse appeared in the sky with its head facing south and its tail facing west. The horse is kneeling, as if waiting for someone to ride on its back before standing up. After two or three seconds, the horse got up. The horse's legs are sticking out, and its neck is very long, and a ponytail is missing. The observer was looking for the horse's tail, and the horse became blurred.
Suddenly another big dog came. That dog is very fierce. It runs in front and seems to be followed by some puppies. Running, running, the puppy doesn't know where to go, and the big dog is gone.
Then came a big lion, exactly the same as the big lion in front of the temple, so big, squatting, very powerful and calm. But it changed in the blink of an eye. If I want to see that big lion again, I can't see it at all.
For an instant, I was in a trance, and the sky was like this. Actually, I don't like anything, and I can't see anything clearly. You must lower your head, rub your eyes and look at it later. But the sky will not wait for those children who love it. After a while, the fiery red clouds fell.
What is Xiao Hong's literature? It is her novella "Field of Life and Death", the first work published by Xiao Hong under the pseudonym "Xiao Hong". After the novel was written, Xiao Hong sent it to Lu Xun with the help of Xiao Jun, and Lu Xun praised it. Later, Xiao Hong came to Shanghai with Xiao Jun and got great help from Lu Xun. 193565438+February, The Field of Life and Death was published in Shanghai, with Lu Xun as the preface and Hu Feng as the postscript.
Xiao Hong's life and death scene was helped by three literary celebrities. They are Xiao Jun, Lu Xun and Hu Feng. Xiao Jun gave Xiao Hong some advice when she wrote about the field of life and death. After Lu Xun got the manuscript of "The Field of Life and Death", he praised it greatly and ran for the publication of "The Field of Life and Death". Hu Feng is the father of naming the field of life and death, and he changed the original name of the field of life and death to its present name. Among them, Xiao Jun was only a literary youth at that time, while Lu Xun and Hu Feng were famous intellectuals. The latter two fully affirmed Xiao Hong's works and gave her great spiritual encouragement.
Of course, it has to be mentioned that Xiao Hong's most famous work is her novel Hulan River Biography, which was completed in Hong Kong. This novel was rated as the ninth among China's top 100 novels in the 20th century by Hong Kong's Asian Literature, and it is Xiao Hong's masterpiece. As far as influence is concerned, The Biography of Hulan River goes far beyond the field of life and death. It can be said that The Field of Life and Death is the foundation work of Xiao Hong's literature, and it is the Biography of Hulan River that makes Xiao Hong pass down from generation to generation.
Xiao Hong's poems are for several Xiao Hong's poems. What are the names of Xiao Hong's poems?
65438+August 27th 0936
Two red leaves
It's already dry.
I remembered
When I first met you,
You did it, too.
Give me two leaves.
But I don't remember.
What leaf is that?
1936 August 3 1
My watch
It's already a quarter past ten.
I don't know where you are.
Is there a big storm, too
The light went out again.
Can only ask: good night.
Put down the pen
1936 September 12
My main purpose
This is creation.
Hinder-
it
Is not enough.
1936 10 October 20th
My room
Clean up very neatly
It's like waiting for a guest to arrive.
This straw mat can be folded into a sofa.
There is also a small round table
There is also a bottle of red wine on the table.
There is a pair of golden wine glasses under the bottle.
Maybe in one place.
Stay a little longer.
And always happy.
1936 10 10/2/day.
It rained for three days and nights.
There is no intermittent light rain.
It's sunny today.
The mood is also fresh.
A little sofa for me
He is a guest.
In my life,
It's a big deal.
Always sitting in the corner with me
It's a lot less lonely for me.
1936 10 October 29th
Dare not say homesickness
I dare not say what I think.
But I always want to cry.
1936 1 1.2
flower
Don't buy it.
I don't want to drink either.
Not interested in everything.
For a young and enthusiastic person,
This is absolutely cruel.
But it's okay with me.
People reach middle age.
Always keep a little flame.
1936165438+10/9
Freedom and comfort
Calm and comfortable
The economy is not depressed at all.
This is really the golden age
But what a lonely golden age.
The golden age of others
Is to spread your wings.
My golden age
I spent it in a cage.
1936 65438+February 5.
You've been drinking recently.
This is revenge for my smoking.
This shouldn't be
You can't compete with a grass.
real
I am as lonely as a blade of grass.
1April 25, 937
I ate an apple that I brought.
I only ate three cigarettes.
All for Lust
It doesn't seem that big.
Just boring.
detest
1May 4, 937
Although I write letters,
Don't write painful words
speak
It is also full of cheerful words.
But my heart
As dark as being soaked in poison.
Soak for a long time
My heart will be flooded.
When you are thirsty
The truth of feeling thirsty
Is the highest truth in the world.
Xiao Hong's literature achieved Xiao Hong's literary achievements;
Xiao Hong's novels have distinctive stylistic features. She broke the single narrative mode of traditional novels and created a marginal style between novels, essays and poems. With her unique unconventional language, autobiographical narrative style, non-plot structure and poetic style, she formed a unique "Xiao Hong Style" novel style. At the same time, with her tragic life, emotion and life experience, she observed the life form and living condition of the rural society she was familiar with, exposed and criticized the weakness of national character, and expressed the tragedy of human beings, women and general life, thus making her novels have strong and profound tragic implication and unique and rich cultural connotation.
Xiao Hong's novels have unconventional stylistic language. She doesn't write according to the thinking rules of ordinary people, but describes everything she is familiar with in a very natural and unfamiliar language. Xiao Hong's language use is unconventional, not only fresh and unfamiliar, but also straightforward and natural. The straightforwardness of Xiao Hong's language is first manifested in her frankness and her unpretentious language description of this poetic world when she observes the world with a unique childlike innocence. The application of this unconventional language in Xiao Hong's later works is becoming more and more mature. Ox carts in the spring of March, flowers in the back garden in June, and Yuan Ye in the small town in the early spring of March are all natural worlds in children's eyes. At the same time, this straightforward language shows the natural characteristics, because it is more natural and simple, without affectation and affectation, and the two characteristics of frankness and nature naturally combine into one. This language has no trace of deliberate carving, but naturally contains a kind of naive beauty and unique mellow artistic conception, which has become an important feature of Xiao Hong's narrative style.
In the preface of "The Field of Life and Death", Lu Xun praised Xiao Hong's description that "the people in the north are strong in life and the battle for death has often been exhausted; The meticulous observation and deviant writing of women's works add a lot of brightness and freshness. "
As for Hulan River Biography, Mao Dun commented that it is not like a novel in a strict sense. Besides, it has other things, which are more attractive than "like" a novel: it is a narrative poem, a colorful landscape painting and a string of sad ballads. The whole creation of Hulan River Biography and even Xiao Hong's later period, because it deviated from the political track of left-wing literature, resolutely embarked on the road of self-improvement, which naturally attracted criticism and criticism from the left-wing camp. But as Mao Dun said, what corresponds to Xiao Hong's lack of emotional appeal and thoughts is her great success in art, which is not a technical success of pure art, but a tragic success from the author's short life and tragic personality.
In the history of modern novels in China, Xiao Hong's unique novel style was nurtured and created from Life and Death Field to Hulan River Biography. The development path of this novel style is the prose of China's modern novels, which realizes the connection and continuation of literary history from one side and connects modern literature and traditional literature in aesthetic consciousness. More precisely, it is the most elegant part of traditional literature-poetry and prose-and the part of modern literature that has replaced poetry as the main body-novel, which has achieved a new docking. It is this docking that creates the most vital content in modern literature.
What texts did you learn from Lu Xun in primary school, from "Hundred Herbs Garden" to "San Tan Yin Yue"?
I want Xiao Hong, the author of Xiao Hong's essay My Grandfather's Garden.
My grandfather lives in a small town on the Hulan River. When I was born, my grandfather was over sixty years old.
There is a big garden in my home. There are bees, butterflies, dragonflies and grasshoppers in this garden. Butterflies include white butterflies and yellow butterflies. These butterflies are too small to look good. The beautiful butterfly is red and covered with gold powder. Dragonflies are golden, grasshoppers are green, and bees are buzzing and fluffy, and they fall on a flower, fat and round, like a hairball.
Grandfather was in the garden all day, and I followed him in the garden. Grandfather wears a big straw hat and I wear a small one. Grandpa grows flowers and I grow flowers; Grandpa pulls weeds and I pull weeds. When grandpa planted Chinese cabbage, I followed behind and planed the planted soil nests one by one with my feet. Where can I slip accurately? I was fooling around. Sometimes, not only are the seeds uncovered, but I also kick them away.
Grandpa shoveled the ground, so did I, because I was too small to carry the hoe pole, so Grandpa pulled it down and let me shovel it with the hoe's "head" alone. In fact, where there is a shovel, you just climb on the ground and hook it with a hoe for a while. I can't tell which is the seedling and which is the grass. I often cut leeks as weeds and leave green bristlegrass as ears of wheat.
My grandfather found that the piece I shoveled was full of green bristlegrass and asked me, "What is this?"
I said, "Xiaomi."
Grandpa smiled. That's enough. He picked the grass and asked me, "Do you eat this every day?"
I said, "Yes."
I watched my grandfather still smiling and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll take it home for you." I ran into the house and took an ear of grain from the birdcage. I threw it to my grandfather at a distance and said, "Isn't this the same?"
Grandpa called me over slowly and told me that millet has a awn needle and foxtail doesn't. Just furry, really like a fox's tail.
Although my grandfather taught me, I didn't watch it carefully. I looked up and saw a cucumber grow up, ran over and picked it, and I went to eat cucumber again. Before the cucumber was finished, I saw a big dragonfly flying by, so I left the cucumber to chase the dragonfly. After a few steps, I went to do something else.
Tired of playing, I went to see my grandfather for a while. Grandpa watered the vegetables and I grabbed them. However, I didn't pour water on the dish, but took a ladle, lifted the water to the sky with all my strength and shouted, "It's raining! It's raining! "
The sun in the garden is particularly strong. Flowers bloom, just like flowers wake up. The bird flew as if it were in the sky. This bug barks as if talking. Everything is alive, and what you do, what you do, what you do, what you do, is free. Pumpkins make up lies if they want to, and cucumbers if they want to. Corn can grow as high as it wants, and nobody cares if it wants to grow in the sky. Butterflies fly freely. A pair of yellow butterflies fly from the wall and a white butterfly flies from the wall. The sun doesn't know where they came from or where they flew. It's just that the sky is blue, high and far away.
I was tired of playing, so I found a shady place under the house and fell asleep. No pillow, no mat, put a straw hat over your face and fell asleep.
Xiao Hong's Literary Common Sense Works1933 In March, Xiao Hong participated in the exhibition of disaster relief paintings organized by party member Jin, and exhibited two of her chalk paintings. At the same time, under the influence of Xiao Jun, Xiao Hong began to engage in literary creation.
In memory of maple leaves, quiet, spring melody and accidental memories, planting flowers is the earliest poem written by Xiao Hong (1932).
Illusion is a poem written by Xiao Hong after knowing Xiao Jun (1July 30, 932), which was later published in the supplement of Harbin International Association, International Park (1May 27, 934).
April 8 1933 completed the first documentary essay "Abandoned Children" (including Datong Society and Changchun Datong Daily Supplement).
On May 2 1, 65438, 0933, I finished my first short story "The Death of Sister Wang". By describing the tragic experience of Wang Sao's family, the work angrily accuses the landlord of cruel exploitation and oppression of farmers. After the publication of this novel, she successively published novels and essays such as Watching Kites, Banding on Legs, Wife and Watermelon, Little Black Dog and Mid-Autumn Festival, and embarked on a literary journey.
"Petunia Square" is the former residence of painter Feng, named after the morning glory planted in the yard. It is a bungalow located in Daoli Shuidao Street (now Daoli Zhao Lin Street). Xiao Hong and Xiao Jun often come here to attend gatherings of left-wing intellectuals, as well as Luo Feng, Bai Lang,, and others. Through contact with them, Xiao Hong broadened her horizons and increased her literary knowledge. In addition, she was also influenced by the patriotic progressive thoughts of some members.
There are several articles by Xiao Hong in the primary school Chinese book.
What did Huo Shaoyun choose in Xiao Hong's novels? Biography of Hulan River is a novel written by Xiao Hong, a famous writer. 1940 was written in Hong Kong and published by 194 1 Guilin Heshan Publishing House. The novel * * * is divided into seven chapters, with an orderly beginning and end, and a preface by Mao Dun, a famous literary master. See the website: baike.baidu./view/363232.htm for details? fromId= 1 17384
Xiao Hong's Poem Xiao Hong's Poetry Collection "Bitter Cup"
Colorful love poems
Write to her one by one.
Just as he wrote to me three years ago.
Maybe he will write a love poem for another girl in three years.
He wrote another poem last night.
I also wrote a poem.
He spoke to his new lover.
I am writing to my sad heart.
Emotional account
Until the time of lovelorn.
It's never enough.
You don't love me anymore, do you?
Quarrel with me every day
My heart is broken.
He obviously knows.
He is as painful as poison in my heart.
Kick from time to time
old flame
My shelter
Now he is a storm.
How can I resist?
Enemy attack
The sadness of a lover.
He went to the park again.
I said, "I'll go, too."
"What are you doing!"
He left by himself.
He said to his new lover's poem
"Who doesn't love a girl like a bird!"
"Who doesn't love the honey on the girl's red lips!"
I am not a girl.
I have no red lips.
I'm wearing greasy clothes from the kitchen.
Make a living by wandering
I have no girlish heart.
He left alone.
At dusk, he went to the park alone to enjoy a good time.
I'll wait at home.
Wait for the Ming Dynasty to cook and cook soup.
I had an overbearing father when I was young.
He is just like his father.
Father is my enemy.
He's not.
What should I do with him?
He said he was my partner on the same side.
I have no home.
I don't even have a hometown.
Lose a friend
There is only one him.
Now he takes this attitude towards me.
Tears flowed back to the eyes.
Go back and eat my heart.
What's the use of crying
He has neither me in his heart.
Crying doesn't matter.
I always want to cry recently.
But there is no suitable place.
Sit on the bed and cry
Afraid he'll see
Run to the kitchen and cry.
I'm afraid the neighbors will hear.
Crying in the street
Those strangers are better at laughing.
The world is cruel to me.
Talk about love
Said the victims went through a lot together.
Last night became a dream.
Last night's glare.