The Original Text and Appreciation of Lin's "Daddy's Flowers Fall"

Dad's Flowers Falling is Lin's autobiographical novel, which is selected from the last article of Old Stories in the South of the City. The following is the original text and appreciation of Lin's "Daddy's Flowers Fall", hoping to help everyone.

The Original Text and Appreciation of Lin's "Daddy's Flowers Fall"

The oleander on the skirt reminds me of my father, and there are joys and sorrows in the memories; There are severe punishments from my father and his constant love. Dad's flowers have fallen, "I" is no longer a child, "I" has grown up.

The newly-built auditorium is crowded with people; We graduates sit in the first eight rows, and I sit in the middle of the first row. There is a pink oleander on my lapel, which was picked from the yard when my mother came. She said: "oleander is planted by your father, so dress like your father saw you on the stage!" " "

Dad is ill. He is in hospital and can't come.

I went to see my father yesterday. His throat is swollen and his voice is hoarse. I told my father that when I attended the graduation ceremony, I would receive the graduation certificate on behalf of all my classmates and give a thank-you speech. I asked my father if I could get up and attend my graduation ceremony. Six years ago, he attended the farewell party of our school and told me to study hard. Six years later, he also received the graduation certificate and thank-you letter on behalf of my classmates. Today "six years later" arrived, and I was really chosen to do it.

Dad was hoarse, took my hand and said with a smile, "How can I reach it?"

But I said, "Dad, I'm afraid if you don't go. When you are under the stage, I won't panic when I speak on the stage. "

"Eiko, don't be afraid. No matter what the difficulty is, just bite the bullet and do it, and you will get through it. "

"Then dad can't just bite the bullet and get out of bed and go to our school?"

Dad looked at me, shook his head and stopped talking. He turned to the wall, raised his hand and looked at the nails on the wall. Then, he turned and told me:

"Get up early tomorrow, pack up and go to school. This is your last day in primary school. Don't be late! "

"I know, Dad."

"Without a father, you should take care of yourself and your brothers and sisters. You are old, aren't you? "

"yes." Although I made such a promise, I felt that what my father said made me very uncomfortable. Have I been late again since that time six years ago?

When I was in the first grade, I had the problem of staying in bed in the morning. Every morning when I wake up, I see the sun shining on the glass window, and my heart is full of sadness: it's so late. Get up and wash your face, braid your hair, change your school uniform, and then go to school. As soon as you enter the classroom, you will be punished by the door. Students' eyes will come to you one by one. Although I am lazy, I also know that I am shy! So I was worried and scared, and I hurried to school in fear every day. Worst of all, dad doesn't allow children to go to school by bus. He doesn't care whether you are late or not.

One day, it rained heavily, and I woke up to know that it was getting late, because my father was already having breakfast. I listened and watched the heavy rain, and my heart was extremely worried. I am not only late for school, but also forced to put on a bulky jacket by my mother (summer! ) kicking and dragging the wrong oil shoes, holding a big oil-paper umbrella, go to school! The thought of going to school is so uncomfortable that I have the courage to stay in bed.

After a while, mother came in. When she saw that I hadn't got up yet, she was startled and urged me, but I frowned and whispered to my mother:

"Mom, it's late today, so I won't go to school?"

Mom just can't be the master of dad. When she turned to go out, her father came in. He is tall and thin, standing in front of the bed, staring at me:

"Why don't you get up? Get up! Get up! "

"It's late! Dad! " I crustily skin of head said.

"Too late to go, how can you play truant! Get up! "

A word command is the most terrible, but what's wrong with me? Have the courage not to move.

Dad was so angry that he dragged me out of bed that my tears came out. Dad looked around and grabbed the feather duster from the table. With a wave of his cane in the air, he howled, and I was beaten!

Dad beat me from the head of the bed to the corner of the bed, from bed to bed, and the sound of rain outside mixed with my crying. I cried and hid, and finally went to school in the heavy rain. I am a messy dog. I was put on a rickshaw by Ma Song, and I spent money to go to school by bus for the first time.

I sat in the car, pulled down the awning, sobbed and cried, and lifted my pants to check my scars. The raised stripes are red and hot. I pulled down my trouser leg to cover the scar at the bottom. I am most afraid of being laughed at by my classmates.

Although I was late, the teacher didn't punish me for standing. This is because rainy days are excusable.

The teacher told us to keep quiet before reading. Sit up straight, put your hands behind your back, close your eyes and think quietly for five minutes. The teacher said: think about it, do you listen to your parents and teachers? Did you do your homework yesterday? Did you bring all your homework today? Did you say goodbye to your parents politely this morning? ..... When I heard that, my nose twitched. Fortunately, my eyes were closed and my tears didn't come out.

In silence, I was slapped on the shoulder and opened my eyes in a hurry. It turned out that the teacher was standing beside my seat. He told me with his eyes, told me to look out of the classroom window, and I suddenly turned my head. It was my father's tall and thin shadow!

The heart that has just calmed down is afraid again! Why does dad chase after school? Dad nodded and motioned me out. I looked at the teacher and asked his permission. The teacher smiled and nodded and promised me to go out.

I walked out of the classroom and stood in front of my father. Dad didn't say anything. He opened his bag and took out my floral jacket. He handed it to me, watched me put it on and took out two copper coins for me.

I don't remember what happened afterwards, because it was six years ago. I only remember that from then until today, I was one of the students every morning, waiting for the janitor to open the gate of the big iron fence. Standing at the school gate in the early morning of winter, wearing gloves showing five fingers, holding up a hot baked sweet potato to eat; In the summer morning, I stood at the school gate, holding the Hosta flower picked from the flower pond and giving it to my dear teacher Han, who taught me to dance.

Ah! This morning has passed year by year, and today is my last day in this school!

When the bell rings, the graduation ceremony will begin. Looking at the sky outside, it's a little cloudy. I suddenly thought, will dad suddenly get out of bed and bring me a flower coat? I thought again, when will dad get better? Why is mom's eyes red and swollen this morning? Dad didn't add hemp residue to pomegranate and oleander in the big pot in the yard this year. He vomited blood because of his uncle's murder of the Japanese. In May Festival, pomegranate flowers are not as big as red. If autumn comes, will dad still buy so many chrysanthemums and fill our yard, eaves and flower racks in the living room?

How much dad likes flowers.

Every day when he comes back from work, we all wait for him at the door. He pushed the straw hat behind his head, picked up his brother, passed the faucet, picked up the watering can full of water, and walked to the backyard humming. The first thing he did when he got home was to water the flowers. At that time, the sun was going down, and there was a cool breeze blowing in the yard. Dad picked a jasmine flower and put it in the thin chicken sister's hair. Chen's uncle said to his father, "Lao Lin, you like flowers so much that your wife gave birth to a bunch of daughters!" " "I have four sisters and only two younger brothers. I am only 12 years old. ...

Why do I always think of these things? Director Han has already taken the stage. He solemnly said: "After graduation, you will leave the primary school for six years to study in the middle school. If you are a middle school student, you are not a child. When you go back to primary school to see the teacher, I will be very happy to see that you have all grown up and grown up ... "

So I sang a eulogy for five years, and now it's the students' turn to sing a farewell song for us: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue." When will you come here? Don't hesitate when you come! Time flies, the ends of the earth, and close friends are scattered. Life is rare to get together, and separation is more ... "

I cried, and all our graduates cried. How much we like to grow taller and become adults, and how afraid we are! When we get back to primary school, no matter how high it is, teacher! You should always treat me like a child!

As an adult, I am often asked to be an adult.

Ma Song returned to her hometown and said:

"Eiko, you are old, but you can't quarrel with your brother! He is still young. "

Aunt LAN followed the four-eyed dog into the carriage and said:

"Eiko, you are old, you can't make your mother angry!"

The man squatting in the grass said:

"When you graduate from primary school and grow up, we will go to see the sea."

As I grew up, all these people disappeared. Are they lost with my lost childhood?

Dad also don't take me as a child, he said:

"Eiko, you go and give this money to Uncle Chen who is studying in Japan."

"Dad!"

"Don't be afraid, eiko, you should learn to do many things and help your mother in the future. You are the biggest. "

So he counted the money, told me how to send it to the Zhengjinyin Bank in Dongjiaominxiang, and asked for a payment slip at the innermost counter, filled in "Gold Ten Yuan Only", wrote down the address of Yokohama, Japan, and gave it to Little Japan in the counter!

Although I am very scared, I still have to bite the bullet. This is what dad said. No matter what is difficult, you should bite the bullet and do it.

"Practice, practice, Eiko." Dad told me when I left.

I pinched a roll of money in my hand and went to the bank nervously. When I came out of Zhengjinyinhang on the highest step and saw the flower beds in Dongjiaominxiang Street full of dandelions, I was very happy to think: Go home quickly after the breakthrough and tell my father to plant dandelions in the flower pond tomorrow.

Go home quickly! Go home quickly! Holding a white paper tube with a red ribbon and a primary school diploma just issued, I am pushing myself. It seems that I am afraid that I will not catch up with anything. Why?

When I entered the room, it was quiet. Four sisters and two brothers are sitting on a small bench in the yard. They are playing with sand, and a few branches hang down from the oleander next to them from time to time, which is very shameful, because dad didn't tidy, trim, bundle and fertilize this year.

There are some small pomegranates that have not grown up under the pomegranate tree basin. I was very angry and asked my sisters:

"Who picked dad's pomegranate? I'm going to tell dad! "

The sisters opened their eyes wide in surprise, shook their heads and said, "They fell by themselves."

I picked up Xiaoqing pomegranate. The cook with a finger missing came in high from the outside. He said:

"Young lady, don't tell your father anything. Your mother just called from the hospital and asked you to leave quickly. Your father has ... "

Why didn't he say it again? I suddenly worried and shouted:

"What did you say? Lao Gao. "

"Big miss, go to the hospital and persuade your mother to give it to you! You are old! "

The thin chicken sister is still holding Yan Yan's gadget, and the younger brother pours sand into the glass bottle. Yes, I'm big here. I'm a grown-up. I said to Qiu:

"Gao, I know what it is, so I'm going to the hospital." I have never been so calm and quiet.

I put my primary school diploma in the drawer of my desk and came out again. Lao Gao has rented a car for me to go to the hospital. Walking across the yard, looking at the weeping oleander, I said to myself:

Dad's flowers are gone.

I'm not a child anymore.

Text appreciation:

The title of "Daddy's Flowers Fall" is a pun, which means that the oleander planted by my father falls, symbolizing the death of my father who was born to love flowers. This is the theme of the novel, implicit but not explicit, sad but not hurtful.

It is dad's nature to love flowers. However, in novels, poems and literary works, dad is not written as a gardener or a gardener, and there is no splash-ink description, but it is only a clue that runs through the whole novel. The novel begins with:

There is a pink oleander on my lapel, which my mother picked from the yard when I came. She said: "oleander is planted by your father, so wear it as if your father were watching you on the stage!" "

In the middle of the novel wrote:

How much dad likes flowers.

..... The first thing he did when he got home was to water the flowers. At that time, the sun was going down, and there was a cool breeze blowing in the yard. Dad picked a jasmine flower and put it in the thin chicken sister's hair.

At the end of the novel wrote:

I don't know when the branches of the oleander next to me hung down, which was very untidy, because my father didn't tidy it up this year-pruning, bundling and fertilizing.

There are also some immature pomegranates under the pomegranate tree basin. ...

..... Looking at the weeping oleander, I said to myself:

Dad's flowers are gone.

These descriptions exist in the novel as a means of layout and planning. In addition to making novels, poems and literary works natural, I think its deep significance lies in: first, using the flexibility of flowers to reconcile the rigidity of dad's character, so that dad's strictness and kindness can develop harmoniously; Secondly, "flower" has become a symbolic thing here. Symbols make novels, poems and literary works more meaningful. When dad is in good health, flowers bloom vigorously; On his deathbed, Dad became concerned and encouraged for his children. When dad died, all the flowers fell.

Another clue parallel to the clue that dad loves flowers is graduation ceremony.

Before the graduation ceremony, I wrote that my father was ill and could not attend my graduation ceremony. Why is dad sick? Can it be cured? Novels, poems and literary works set suspense here. Then, with the method of interlude, I described the fact that my father's strict discipline and sincere love for his children for so many years kept me from being late for school. These materials seem trivial and not great, but they have created an amiable and respectable father image. The child played truant, "Dad was so angry that he dragged me out of bed" and grabbed the feather duster "Beat me from the head of the bed to the corner of the bed and from the bed to the bed", which was cruel enough. Surprisingly, after I went to school, my father came to see me at school. "I walked out of the classroom and stood in front of my father. Dad didn't say anything. He opened his bag and took out my floral jacket. He handed it to me, watched me put it on and took out two copper coins for me. "It's really" ruthless. " Truth, goodness and beauty are embodied in the image of dad here and now.

At the graduation ceremony, the author told me that my father told me to send the money to the bank. Remittance is something adults do, but my father unexpectedly asked "me" to do it, saying it was "getting into a dead end"

The reason why the author chose the above two things as the focus, I think the focus is to teach children to love learning and learn to survive, and the focus is different.

After the graduation ceremony, Eiko showed amazing "calmness" and "calmness" when she heard the news of her father's death. Think of Eiko as an outstanding student when she graduated, and "receive graduation certificates and thank you words on behalf of her classmates". In this way, although my father's flowers fell, the fruit was huge. This novel shows causality so prominently that we have every reason to say that this is the theme the author is trying to express.

Of the two clues, Dad Loves Flowers and Graduation Ceremony, the former should be the main clue, because the main image to be portrayed in novels, poems and literary works is Dad, who plays a leading role in novels, poems and literary works. The latter is the secondary line, which is set for the orderly development of the plot and only plays a role in setting off, setting off and promoting the main line. But these two clues set off each other, which is not only conducive to the development of the plot, but also makes the two characters clear.

Lin (surname)

Lin (19 18-200 1), formerly known as Lin, was born in Osaka, Japan, from Toufen Town, Miaoli County, Taiwan, and her ancestral home was Jiaoling, Guangdong Province.

Lin returned to Taiwan Province Province with his parents on 192 1. 1923 moved to Beijing with his parents and settled in the south of the city. 1948 returned to Taiwan Province Province to start literary creation. Reporter and editor, presided over the supplement of United Daily News 10. He wrote many novels and short stories in his life.

1994, Lin was awarded the Honorary Award of Senior Chinese Writers by the World Chinese Writers Association and the Literature and Art Foundation of Asian Chinese Writers, and 1998 was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award by the World Chinese Writers Conference. His autobiographical novel Old Things in the South of the City 1999 won the second May 4th Prize "Literary Contribution Award" and the German version won the Swiss "Blue Cobra Award".

In the late 1950s, Lin created four novels, Xiaoyun, Old Stories in the South of the City, Spring Breeze and a Journey to Zhu Meng, and three collections of short stories, namely, Salted Eggs with Green Algae, Marriage Story and Candlewick, with considerable output.

Lin is good at expressing women's love and marriage in the new and old alternate times since the May 4th New Culture Movement. Her pen is almost stubbornly wandering in this field, constantly digging, exploring and thinking, trying to reflect the changes of history and the ups and downs of the times from the ancient mirror of love and marriage, or reflect the social outlook of China from the late Qing Dynasty to the early Republic of China until the Anti-Japanese War, which constitutes a marriage history of women in China since modern times.