Lu Xun's name is a household name. Read his article, but it is in the textbook, the text is called "from Baicaoyuan to Sanwei Book House", which is an article in the prose collection "picking up flowers at night". In my mind, Lu Xun has always been an unattainable idol, coupled with the fact that he is a household name and a famous writer in the world, he is even more afraid to read his books easily. I'm afraid I can't read it. I'm too vulgar. But since I read Lu Xun's "leap soil", "from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Book House", it seems to have brought me closer to my idol. The simple writing style and delicate emotion make me feel as if I were talking to a kind, kind and approachable grandfather.
For the first time, I picked up Lu Xun's "picking up the Flowers every Day" and read it carefully from the catalogue. Lu Xun's writing style is dense and delicate, sincere and touching, just like small bridge and flowing water, refreshing. It truly records Lu Xun's life path and experience from childhood to youth, recalls those unforgettable people and things, expresses nostalgia for relatives, friends and teachers in the past, and vividly depicts the life customs of the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.
The childhood of Lu Xun and the leap earth can be said to be better than hell on earth. Because it was the darkness of society and the decay of politics at that time, the children of ordinary people had to suffer from childhood. Lu Xun had a good family, so he lived a relatively happy life, but he didn't have as much local fun as the leap life. Today, we live in the 21st century. Compared with Lu Xun's life, it can be described as heaven and earth! When the living conditions are good, there is no need to be frozen in the snow, there is heating; there is no need to sweat in the hot day, there is air conditioning. You can eat a lot of food that Lu Xun could not eat for the rest of his life. But come to think of it, compared with the life of the "hundred grass garden", our life is really no fun at all! Did not look at the sparrow, do not know what is the son of Heaven, Polygonum multiflorum seems to have heard of frightened fairy tales finally heard a few, but can no longer remember. As for people's impressions in the snow. And I can't even think about it. Even if there is heavy snow, it is not delusional. We seldom see snow in the south now. I remember when I was a child, one winter in Shanghai, there was a heavy snow, a heavy snow with snow. I can imagine that when I left home at that time, I must have been wrapped up with gloves on my hands and a hat on my head. That year, I couldn't resist the cold in Shanghai. I got sick and had to go to the hospital. But it didn't seem to touch any snow. The impression is a layer of snow on the green belt outside the taxi window. There are snowflakes I saw for the first time, but I couldn't touch them. I was stopped by the adults on the side as soon as I met them. It's a sign of bad behavior. In retrospect, if I could still remember the cold in those days, even if it was wet and cold through the gloves, I might have become the capital to write like Mr. Lu Xun. Just now, I would rather forget the snow, because there is no fun, only the pain of being restrained!
Compared with our lives, life in private schools may be many times more sad. It may be a good thing to be in full bloom in the grass garden for many years, but suddenly one day, most of the day can only stay in the academy to study, how much will you feel lost? In fact, compared with previous children, we are already standing at the top of the pyramid, whether in terms of quality of life or ideological quality. There are hazy thoughts, looking at the turbulence of actual events, savoring the sweetness that life gives us, and there are countless vitality in our lives. Compared with the feudal era, how relaxed life is now. However, we have to say that from the point of view of the children concerned, education in China still makes people not happy. I am receiving the so-called more comprehensive education but no interest, very tired, very tired. I can no longer understand what our happiness is.
The original name of "picking up the evening flowers" is called "reviving the past". It is a memory of the bygone years, with sincere feelings and helpless sadness. When I am happy, I feel a refreshing fragrance coming; when I am depressed, I feel nameless loneliness coming to devour. All this can really be felt.
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