The prison is gray, and there is a watchtower in every corner, which is majestic and melancholy. The low roof washed by the autumn rain has already been covered with thick dust, and it is crowded like a beggar at the church gate. All the windows are staring, probably like me, waiting for something to happen.
There are not many pedestrians in the street, moving like cockroaches. A strong smell rushed up and made me feel very disappointed. That's the smell of green onions and humengbu steamed buns.
I feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, my heart is pressed down and the wall is pushing me! Moreover, there seems to be nothing in the body supporting outward, and it is necessary to break the ribs and chest! It's him, uncle Mikhail! He appeared in the alley with his hat covering his ears and a big face. He was wearing a brown coat and knee-length boots, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other touching his beard.
Look at him, he's murderous! I should run down to report at once, but I can't move anyway! I saw him crawling to the pavilion. He was opening the door of the pavilion! I flew down and knocked on grandpa's door. "who?" "me!" "What, he went into the pavilion? Ok, you go! " I was scared there ... ""Come on, stay! "I had to go up and lie prone on the window again.
When it was dark, the windows opened their pale yellow eyes. I don't know who is playing the piano, but there is a melodious and melancholy voice from the east. The people in the pavilion were singing. As soon as the door opened, the tired and hoarse songs leaked into the street.
That's Nijitushka, a one-eyed beggar, singing. The bearded old man's right eye is red, and his left eye is always hard to open. As soon as the door closed, his singing stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off.
Grandma envied the one-eyed beggar. Listening to his singing, she sighed, "How happy I am to sing!" Sometimes, when she watched him sitting on the steps singing and talking, he would go over and sit beside him and say, "I ask you, is Ryazan a virgin?" The beggar replied in a low voice, "Every province has it ..." There is often a dream-like fatigue, hoping that someone will be around, preferably grandma or grandpa! Also, who is my father? Why do grandpa and uncles dislike him so much? Grandma, Gregory and Yemenia all miss him very much when they talk about him? Where did my mother go? I think of my mother more and more, and gradually regard her as the protagonist in the fairy tale told by my grandmother.
My mother ran away from home, which made me think she was legendary. I think she has met an outlaw hero now, who lives in the forest beside the road, killing the rich and helping the poor. Maybe she will travel around the world like the Duchess of Anjarechaiva or the Virgin Mary.
The virgin will also say to my mother like the duchess: greedy slaves, stop picking up gold and silver on the ground. I don't know enough soul, no treasure can cover your naked body ... my mother also replied this poem: as broad as me, the virgin is supreme! Forgive my guilty soul.
I only looked for treasure for my lonely son ... so the kind-hearted virgin like grandma forgave her: alas, you are a descendant of Tatars, the son of Christ! Go your own way, don't blame others for falling down! Chase the Moldava in the forest and catch the Kalmyks in the grassland, but don't provoke the Russians ... it's like dreaming! The roar and messy footsteps below woke me up. I quickly looked under the window. Grandpa, Yakov and Smiri Weng, the partner of the pavilion, were coming out of Lamihail.
Mikhail clung to the doorframe and refused to leave. People beat him, kicked him, smashed him and finally threw him into the street.
The shower locked with a bang, crumpled the hat and was thrown out of the wall. Everything is calm again.
Uncle Mikhail lay down for a while and stood up slowly. His clothes were torn into strips and his hair was like a chicken nest.
He grabbed a pebble and slammed it at the door of the pavilion. After a dull noise, the street was silent again. Grandma sat on the threshold, bent and motionless.
I went over to touch her face. She doesn't seem to realize my existence: "God, give my child some wisdom!" " ! "God, forgive us ..." Grandpa lived in this house for a year: from the first spring to the second spring.
However, we are famous. Every week, a group of children come to the door and cheer: "The Kashlins are fighting again!" "As soon as it gets dark, Uncle Mikhail will come near the house and wait for the right time to start. No one is afraid. He sometimes hits several accomplices, either drunks or hooligans.
They pulled out the flowers and trees in the garden, destroyed the bathroom, smashed all the shelves, benches and kettles of the steam bath, and even smashed the doors. Grandpa stood at the window, listening gloomily to the destruction of his property.
Grandma ran around the yard, stopped and called, "Misa, Misa, what are you doing?" The answer she got was an ugly Russian curse. I can't follow grandma around the yard because it's too dangerous, but I'm afraid, so I have to go downstairs to grandpa's room and say, "Fuck off, asshole!" " "He shouted angrily.
I flew back to the top floor and stared at grandma from the window. I'm afraid she will be killed! I called her back, but she didn't.
When Mikhail heard this, he began to scold my mother. Once, on such a disturbing night, my grandfather fell ill, covered with a towel, lying in bed and tossing and turning, shouting, "I worked hard all my life and saved money all my life, and finally ended up like this!" " "If it weren't for shyness, I would have called the police!" Oh, shameless, call the police to take care of your children, incompetent parents! "He suddenly stood up and staggered to the window.
Grandma grabbed him: "What are you doing?" "light up!" Grandma lit a candle. He held the candlestick like a gun and shouted at the window, "Misiga, thief, mangy dog!" " "Taking his word, the brick came.
2. Childhood Chapters 5 to 6 Good Words and Sentences Since then, I have observed people with uneasy feelings, as if the skin on my heart had been torn off, so my heart has become unbearable sensitive to all humiliation and pain, whether it is my own or others'.
Everyone has only his name, and everyone has the same rights.
Officials are like naughty children. They broke all the laws as soon as they came up.
In the endless working days, sadness is also a program, making a fire is fun, and even a face with nothing is decorated with scars. ...
Resentment is a piece of ice, which melts when heated.
In my opinion, her series of "later" is a ladder, which leaves her and extends deeply to a dark place and a lonely place.
3. "Childhood" Chapter 6 (Gorky) (Chapter 24) Good words and sentences In my impression, there is always such a small gardenia in the small yard of my hometown, and my childhood wrapped in flowers blooms in this yard.
Early summer is the season when gardenias bloom. Green leaves are its exuberant vitality, and snow-white flowers exude a faint fragrance, which is refreshing. It has a white and flawless mind, which is more elegant after washing away the prosperity.
In the early morning, facing the breeze, playing in the small courtyard of my hometown, immersed in it and savoring the fragrance, such poetry came into being!
Grandma likes gardenias, so do I. In the early summer evening, standing in front of the house, the silent yard, the silent gardenia, and the silent me, leaning against the window, formed that ink painting. My grandmother's mysterious appearance broke the silence. She smiled and asked me to eat. Before the table, besides the smell of food, the smell of gardenia has become a part of my life. Later, when I moved, I tried to move a gardenia, but I couldn't transplant it here because of city life. Since then, the fragrance has gradually faded.
After moving, there will be less chance to see gardenia again. I forgot whether gardenias can bloom in other seasons. But I can't forget that gardenia always relieves our fatigue when we get home after a warm summer evening. I can't forget that when gardenias are in full bloom, there will be three or two gardenias in the jacket pocket and occasionally a few in the shorts pocket. My childhood really smells good! But now, there are few opportunities. In my impression, only my grandfather, grandmother and cousin are sitting around the table, chatting about the interesting things in life in the invisible fragrance. I think, in each of us, there is a blooming gardenia, which will bloom in the bottom of my heart and will not fail. Grandparents' stories are never old.
4. Childhood Gorky Chapters 4-6 Good Words and Sentences Chapter 3 mainly tells the story of "Little Zgang". The lively and robust apprentice "Little Zgang" brought a lot of joy to everyone, but he was exhausted by two people at work. Good words and sentences: little Zgang burns like fire; Arms spread out, dancing like an eagle, feet so fast that people can't tell! He suddenly let out a scream and squatted on the ground, flying around like a golden swallow before the heavy rain, his shirt shaking, like burning, emitting a rotten light.
Tsuoka dances. If he opens the door, he can jump into the street and the whole city! "Come sideways!" Cried Uncle Jacob, tapping his foot on the floor. Tsokan's treble monster let out a clever slip: hey, hi! I can't get rid of my broken sandals, otherwise I would have run away and left my broken sandals to my old woman, otherwise I would have run away and left my old woman and my children behind.
People trembled involuntarily with him, as if there was a fire under their feet, shouting behind him from time to time. Feelings: criticizing my uncle's ruthlessness and sympathizing with the working people. The fourth chapter mainly tells the fairy tale that my grandmother told the author, the house caught fire, and my aunt died of fright during childbirth. Good words and sentences: the cold outside stung her bones, and the green moonlight shone on the face of the old woman with a good nose through the ice on the window pane, and her eyes were as bright as phosphorus fire.
Hanging clothes in the corner, it looks like a person hiding behind; On the window, it looks like many people's faces. Their hair is very long. They are blind. I hid under the pillow and peeped at the door with a pair of eyes.
It's too hot and the air is suffocating. I suddenly remembered the scene of Zokang's death, and the blood on the floor was slowly flowing. My body is like running over a loaded army and crushing everything. Feeling: Praise grandma's kindness and tolerance ★ After reading childhood, everyone has a childhood, and everyone's childhood is different, but is our childhood as poor as Gorky's? No, we didn't. We are the only child in our family and the apple of our parents' eye.
Gorky's childhood is not as happy as ours, nor is his family as happy as ours. Gorky has no father since he was 7 years old, and lives with his mother and elderly grandmother. Other children have new clothes, but he doesn't. He only has a few patched clothes and a schoolbag.
However, instead of blaming his mother, he studied harder and prepared to pay tribute to his hard-working mother. Childhood this book records some stories of Gorky's childhood, which is a little bitter and a little human: I really admire Gorky's success in such a difficult environment.
Gorky liked mathematics very much when he was young. In a math class, the teacher gave the class a question. The title is: "1+2+3+4+...+ 100 =? "This embarrassed many students, who were all in a hurry. Only Gorky worked it out, which is equal to 5050.
From then on, the teacher will not look down on them because their family is poor, but think that he is very talented in mathematics. We should learn from Gorky, and Confucius said it well: "Meet Si Qi."
★ Reading Childhood I recently read Gorky's Childhood, which vividly depicts the tragic childhood of the protagonist Aletha. Alisha's parents died, and his grandfather was very grumpy. Only his grandmother loves him.
Grandfather doesn't like him very much, and his two uncles hate him even more. He survived in such a bad environment.
In fact, Aletha's prototype is Gorky himself, and Gorky used Aletha to describe his childhood. This made me deeply realize the ugly face of people at that time.
Gorky's childhood is so miserable compared with ours now! How happy we are, spoiled by our parents. Sitting in a spacious and bright classroom every day, listening to the teacher; There are big fish and meat waiting for you to taste when you go home; I will give you what you want; If someone bullies you, adults will not hesitate to give that person a hard lesson.
What about Gorky's era? Gorky rarely has a quiet day, and almost every day someone hurts him, insults him and bullies him. I don't understand either. Why do those people do such a thing that harms others and does not benefit themselves? Are these meaningless things worth doing? Therefore, we should cherish today's happy life.
We should grasp the tail of childhood, study hard, and never know when we will be blessed. Such an excellent learning environment and such a wonderful childhood life, if we don't study hard, we will be too sorry for our parents.
Now, seeing that childhood is about to leave, we are greeted by energetic teenagers. Let's cherish the last moment of childhood. Careless, childhood will leave us, seize the last time of childhood, and leave our best impression on childhood! ★ After reading Childhood, I read Gorky's autobiographical novels this summer. This summer, I read Gorky's autobiographical novel Childhood and was deeply impressed. Maxim? Gorky was born in a poor carpenter family. Gorky suffered a lot during the brutal czar's rule: he lost his father when he was a child, but he was abused by his grandfather. The people around him are so selfish, greedy and full of hatred ... Gorky's childhood is so miserable, compared with him, I am much happier. I was born in a beautiful place surrounded by mountains and rivers, and my parents took good care of my relatives. The innocent friendship of my friends keeps the joyful notes on my side. Playing in the bamboo forest, picking mushrooms in the mountains, catching crabs, chasing butterflies, smelling flowers and chasing grasshoppers in the stream, my childhood began like this. I stumbled behind my cousin and carried a big basket to pick up wheat, but the big basket always hit my heel. Two pigtails jumped up and down happily, and the white butterfly was around.
5. "Childhood" Chapter VI Beautiful words "Childhood"-Gorky Chapter VI
Good words:
High speed flow
painful
instigate
Excitement and indignation
That song is full of sadness, as if it were a river running down from the mountain, stirring in the room.
Appreciation: The author compares the feelings brought by the river flowing down from the mountain, vividly writes the passionate and surging momentum of this piece, and also highlights the hidden sadness in the piece through the weakness of the river.
I am so afraid of my grandfather that I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me.
Appreciation: I vividly wrote my inner fears and tensions, highlighting the ferocity of my grandfather.
6. A good word in the sixth chapter of Childhood -sB is another season when rape blossoms. Looking at the golden mountains and plains, as well as fields and waters with earthy characteristics, I suddenly feel that life is so comfortable! Layers of terraces, sporadic ducks playing, this is the most gorgeous embellishment! The reflection of the tree is swaying gently in the water, a whirling wave, perfect!
There is a light rain floating in the sky, hitting me and feeling cool! In the distance, the smoke from the kitchen on the roof flutters in the wind ... Looking at the moss-covered corner and the slowly cooling courtyard, it seems to be telling something. The dense bamboo forest behind the house is slowly turning yellow and getting old ...
Sitting under the tree, listening to my heartbeat, telling the oldest story. Things have changed, and I miss the lively scene. Now, the only thing left is the unchanging scenery. "Things are people who have to rest, and tears flow first." I think of sentimental Li Qingzhao. I don't know when I became a little sentimental myself. I don't know, I don't know. Think about yourself before, those things before, constantly cutting and confused!
The sky cleared up for a while, and now it's dark again. The playful child shook his bamboo pole and the rain fell on his neck. Cool and whoosh. Really comfortable! Muddy roads, occasional passers-by, walking in a hurry, for life.
7. Searching for Gorky's Childhood: Excerpts from Gorky's Childhood is the first part of Gorky's autobiographical novel trilogy based on his own experience (the other two are On Earth and My University).
It tells the story of Aletha (Gorky's real name)' s childhood life from three to ten years old, vividly reproduces the living conditions of the lower class people in the Soviet Union from 65438 to 2009, and writes Gorky's understanding of suffering and unique views on social life. There is endless desire and strength between the lines. Gorky's Classic Sentences in Childhood: The more wonderful paragraphs are Chapter 2, Chapter 4 and Chapter 13, and the extracted sentences are as follows: 1 Before she came, I seemed to sleep in the dark, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up, took me to a bright place, and connected everything around me with a continuous county town to weave colorful lace.
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.
Excerpts from other good sentences in Gorky's childhood: 1. In the endless work calendar, sadness is also a program, making a fire is fun, even decorating a face with scars ... 2. Hate is a piece of ice, which melts when it is heated. Everyone has only his name, and everyone has the same rights.
In the process of singing, grandma sometimes advances, sometimes retreats, sometimes flies, and youth instantly returns to her, making her look like a flower. Everyone was attracted by her.
I am so afraid of my grandfather that I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me. 6. The light and shadow are no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so sad and quiet.
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.
8, gloomy autumn, not only can't see the sun, but also can't feel the warmth of the sun, and even forget the existence of the sun-in this autumn, I lost my way in the Woods more than once. When you are far away from the road, exhausted and unable to find the path, you have to tread the muddy road, cross the thorns and step on the uneven mound and go straight ahead.
In this way, you can always walk on the wide road in the end! 9. When night comes, something as powerful, fresh and caring as a loving mother, like a hug, is gently touched by silence like a warm and furry hand, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory and all the fine dust that erodes people during the day. 10, rising against the current, the branches as warm as spring are swaying 1 1. On the blue water surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are rising against the current, and golden leaves are slowly descending downstream.
12, a few days after the burial, my grandfather said to me, "Hey, Lacey, you are not a medal. You can't always hang it around my neck. This is not your place. You should go to this world to make a living ... "13, people often hear their songs and stop to look at them from the window. The upturned face reminds me of unwashed dirty clothes. 14, so I went to the earth.
15, it's dazzling outside. My bird is playing in the cage, and the yellow bird, the gray bird and the goldfinch are singing.
16. In people's minds, joy and sadness are almost intertwined, alternating with each other at an unpredictable and puzzling speed. 17, "wake up, everyone is dead. What is this? Isn't the bird dead?" 18, that's it, I made a decision.
This autumn, I'm going to Kazan, hoping to study in a university there. 19, Zokan blushed and walked into the middle of the kitchen, jumping up like a flame: his hands were high, his steps were too fast to distinguish, his shirt was shaking, and he was shining like a flame.
He danced wildly, as if he could jump all over the city by opening the door and letting him out! In the long empty and boring years, fighting is a holiday, but fire can be fun; Scars can also add luster to a dull and expressionless face. 20, autumn rain and autumn wind, branches swaying, cold and humid outside, but warm as spring inside, everyone sitting next to each other, harmonious atmosphere.
Everyone was infected by him and trembled with him. 2 1, before she came, I seemed to be sleeping in the dark, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up, took me to a bright place, connected everything around with continuous county towns, and woven colorful lace. She immediately became my lifelong friend, the closest person, and the most familiar and precious person I know-her selfless love for the world is rich.
22. On the blue surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are going upstream, and golden leaves are slowly drifting downstream. 23. From then on, I observed people with uneasy feelings, as if the skin on my heart had been torn off, so this heart became unbearable sensitive to all humiliation and pain, whether it was my own or others'.
24. Music is full of sadness, like a river running down the mountain, stirring in the room. 25. The sun shone obliquely on the table, and two long-necked bottles containing Gowasu wine and vodka flashed dark green.
26. Your width is the axe and iron that God gave you.
8. Childhood Chapters 5 to 6 Good words and sentences ◆ From then on, I observed people with uneasy feelings, as if the skin on my heart had been torn off, so my heart became unbearable sensitive to all humiliation and pain, whether it was my own or others'.
Everyone has only his name, and everyone has the same rights. Officials are like naughty children. They broke all the laws as soon as they came up.
◆ In endless working days, sadness is also a program, making a fire is also fun, and even a face with nothing is decorated with scars ... ◆ Resentment is a piece of ice, which melts when it is warm. In my opinion, her series of "later" is a ladder, which leaves her and extends deeply to a dark place and a lonely place.
9. Chapters 6 and 7 of "Good Words and Feelings in Childhood" are about the atrocities committed by my uncle Mikhail in order to compete for family property and lead hooligans to attack and attack his grandfather's family. Deeply exposed the evil deeds of the villains.
In this "battle" of father-son hand-to-hand combat, "I" played the role of a firefight scout. It is vivid and wonderful, and you can publish a beautiful article entitled "I watched the enemy in the street".
In this "battle", the kind-hearted grandmother was injured by the bricks of key players because of "persuading the fight", which led to a fracture.
Chapter 7 can be divided into two parts. The first part mainly talks about two different gods, grandma and grandpa. Grandma's God is merciful, bless mankind, dominate everything and have insight into everything. Grandpa's god is overbearing, powerful, harsh and cruel, and everyone is afraid. This contrast is expressed through vivid literary descriptions, and there is no conceptual preaching at all, which is very exciting and intriguing. The next part mainly wrote about the painful feelings after what I saw and heard in the street, and also mentioned the distress of staying at home. I lived and grew up in such a family and social environment. The first part is about my spiritual pillar and ideological environment, and the second part is about my daily life and social environment at home and abroad. These two aspects are objective factors that obviously affect the formation of my world outlook and outlook on life. This is obviously the main reason why the last two articles were merged into one chapter.