Wonderful quotations:
1 > Before she came, I seemed to be sleeping in the dark, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up and took me to a bright place, connecting everything around with a continuous county town and weaving colorful lace. She immediately became my lifelong friend, the closest person I know, the most familiar and precious person-her selfless love for the world has been enriched.
In people's minds, joy and sadness are almost intertwined, alternating with each other at an unpredictable and puzzling speed.
When I was young, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people, like bees, send the knowledge and thoughts of life into the hive. They tried their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.
When night comes, something as powerful, fresh and caring as a loving mother, like a hug, like a warm and furry hand, is gently touched by silence, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory and all the fine dust that erodes people during the day.
4) The two uncles suddenly stood up, reached across the table and shouted at Grandpa, grinning like a dog. Grandpa knocked on the table with a spoon, his face flushed and his cry sounded like a rooster crowing: "Tell you all to give me something to eat!" " Grandma's face changed with pain and said, "Give them all, and you will be finished in peace." Share it! ""Shut up, you are used to it! " Grandpa shouted, his eyes shining. It is strange that although he is very young, his screams shocked the world.
5) Friends of Childhood is an excerpt from Gorky's Childhood. The article depicts the image of "grandma" with extremely delicate and vivid brushwork, which is full of the brilliance of human nature.
Let's follow the warm and smooth river of words created by Gorky, catch those trickles, think with your heart, feel with your heart, and a charming "grandma" will stand in front of you and smile at you. ...
When I (Gorky) woke up, opened my hazy eyes and saw my grandmother combing her thick hair, a conversation began.
When my grandmother doesn't listen to my voice, she looks fierce. "Her lips were crooked and her black eyes shone with anger." When I asked why my hair was so long, my grandmother immediately changed her appearance and "said it in a warm and soft tone like yesterday". Grandma always talks to me in such a warm and soft tone.
What a cheerful person he is to say that his long hair is God's punishment for himself and laugh at himself with humor. "You go to sleep, it's still early-the sun wakes up after a sleep ..." Just like a kind old man in the fairy tale world said. You can imagine the smile on her face and feel her relaxed and harmonious tone.
"I don't want to sleep!" The exclamation point shows my firmness, my freedom in front of my grandmother, and even a little presumptuous. For my words, my grandmother immediately agreed that "if you don't want to sleep, don't sleep well." This is how my grandmother respects me-the wish of a child! Her ordinary words, like sunshine outside the window, warm my young heart.
"How did you break the milk bottle yesterday? Keep your voice down! " Grandma's question implied gentle reproach, but more concern. My grandmother didn't even ask me to keep my voice down when I was talking. She was not angry at all when I shouted, but now she asks me to keep my voice down. She talked, combed her hair and looked at the sofa. My mother fell asleep on the sofa! Oh, my grandmother doesn't want my mother to know about it, and she doesn't want me to be scolded by my mother. Grandma is really my good friend. So I immersed myself in grandma's gentle words and looked at her quietly. ...
Her smile "shines with unspeakable joy", "shows white teeth happily" and her wrinkled face "is young and bright". My grandmother is optimistic and full of energy. All-black clothes can't hide her inner "eternal, happy and warm light". Grandma is tough and resolute; She is "bent almost like a hunchback", "chubby" and "light and agile like a big cat". My grandmother is very cute.
When I woke up that morning, I quietly looked at my loving, optimistic and determined grandmother and let her songs bloom gently in my heart like flowers. ...
This is a warm picture that we can feel through Gorky's river of words.
If you are a person who loves life, if you are willing to read quietly and attentively, first recognize it, then read it carefully, and then want to read it if necessary (imagine reading), then the river of words will turn into vivid images, flow to your heart, and sprout and blossom there. One day, the hostess of the pub quarreled with her grandfather. By the way, she scolded her grandmother who didn't take part in the quarrel, and even noticed.
"You are so confused, my good wife." Grandma told her calmly, but I was so angry that I decided to get back at this evil woman once.
I thought and thought about how to give this red and fat woman with thin eyes and a more painful blow.
I have observed the intrigue of my neighbors, and I know that the ways they retaliate against each other are: cutting off the cat's tail, poisoning the dog, killing the rooster and hen, or sneaking into the enemy's kiln in the middle of the night, pouring kerosene into the bucket of sauerkraut and cucumber, and releasing Kvas from the bucket, but these methods are not to my liking; Need to think of a more magical and powerful method.
I have an idea: I will close and lock the top cover of the kiln when I watch the hostess of the pub get down from the kiln. I danced an Avenger dance on it, threw the key on the roof and ran to the kitchen. Grandma was cooking. She didn't immediately understand why I was happy, but when she did, she patted my ass hard, dragged me into the yard and asked me to look for the key on the roof. I feel strange about her attitude. I silently wrote down the key and hid in the corner of the yard to watch her release the captured hostess of the pub. They walked across the yard in a friendly way, talking and laughing.
"I'll let you know," the hostess of the pub threatened me with a clenched fat fist, but there was a kind smile on her fat face that could not see her eyes. Grandma grabbed me by the collar, pulled me into the kitchen and asked:
"Why are you doing this?"
"She hit you with carrots ..."
"Are you for me? So that's what happened! You see, I put your waste under the stove to feed the mice, and you will know! What kind of protector are you, a little bubble, which will burst when poked! You see, I told my grandfather-it's strange that he doesn't peel off your skin! Go to the top floor to study ... "
She ignored me all day. Before praying at night, she sat on the edge of the bed and taught me a few words, which I will never forget:
"Alisha, my dear child, remember: don't mind adults' business! Adults don't study well; God is testing them. You haven't been tested. You should live according to your children's ideas. Wait for God to open your heart, tell you what to do and show you the way to go. You got it? As for who made what mistake-it's none of your business. It is up to God to judge and punish. This is for him, not for us! "
She was silent for a moment, sniffed the snuff, narrowed her right eye and added:
"Yes, even God doesn't always know who made a mistake."
"Doesn't God know everything?" I asked in surprise. She replied softly and sadly:
"If he knows everything, there will be many things that people won't do. His old man looks at the world from the sky and all of us. Sometimes he will say with tears in his face, "My people, my people! "Oh, I feel sorry for you!" "
She cried herself, with tears on her face, and went to the corner to pray.
Since then, her god has been closer to me and can understand me better. ...
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