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Lantern is an essay by Wu Boxiao, [1][2] is selected from his work Selected Essays of Wu Boxiao (People's Literature Publishing House, 1983 edition) [1][3], and was selected into the fourth lesson of the eighth grade Chinese textbook (People's Education Edition) [4].
The article recalls some life scenes related to "lanterns" in the early years, revealing nostalgia for hometown and relatives; At the end, combined with the current events of the national movement at that time, it showed the wish to be a "pawn" against Japan and conveyed the "positive energy" of that era. [8]
lantern
Wu Boxiao's Prose
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"Lantern" is an essay written by Wu Boxiao, which comes from his book Selected Works of Wu Boxiao (People's Literature Publishing House, 1983 edition) and is selected as the fourth lesson (Weidong Reader) in the second volume of the eighth grade Chinese textbook (People's Education Edition).
The article recalls some life scenes related to "lanterns" in the early years, revealing nostalgia for hometown and relatives; At the end, combined with the current events of the national movement at that time, it showed the wish to be a "pawn" against Japan and conveyed the "positive energy" of that era.
abstract:
Although it is not like a moth, it loves light and burns us. Children like fire and light, but it seems to be nature. Bao Er, who is crying in the dark room, lights the lamp and stops crying. Playing with fire and lights, burning gold drops and setting off fireworks on New Year's Eve are rare exceptions among children. Although adults are afraid of fire, fire, candles, and the dangers of candles, they will say some threatening words like "playing with fire and setting yourself on fire, sinking into the kang at night", but they will also secretly light candles at the shrine.
Even if the sun is alive, among all the lights, I love the bright moonlight, like a boiling star. I'll pick the lanterns that illuminate the road at the same night. When you mention lanterns, you will think of the barking of dogs in three villages and the voices of old people in the villages. You will think of the huge swaying shadow and the whispers of night walkers; Think of my grandpa's white beard and talk to him. In the slope field, I thought of jumping phosphorus fire. On the stage of the village community, I thought of the noisy audience, peanut baskets and candied haws. Clowns on the stage, painted faces, kneeling in class, "Sima Yi exploring the mountains". Really, there are too many lanterns, and memories are crowded in the net.