Lu Xun meiwen

Author: liigo

Original article: Simplified.

 

I accidentally saw Li Ao comment on "Lu Xun's text ":

"There are two reasons why I say that Lu Xun's text is suspicious. The first one is that it comes out of the old Chinese literature, that is, the so-called bag and feet, and the feet are unlocked, but inside the bones, it is still broken, so after it is unlocked, there is still the basis of the old literature, and sometimes it cannot be replaced by writing white text; another reason, lu Xun was influenced by Japanese grammar and Japanese characters. Therefore, Lu Xun wrote a very awkward white text for these two reasons. I don't believe it. I will give you two examples. I see no. Lu Xun's article. However, we forgot the situation when we were a child. Isn't that awkward? However, we forgot what we had when we were children. Don't you think it's awkward? Why is the text written like this? Why is there something to say? Why is there a white-box ?"

Li aoo is talking about Lu Xun's texts and reading them awkwardly.

I have something to say:

The vernacular in China has been evolving since November 4. The white text we are currently using mainly extends the style of Bing Xin and Zhu Ziqing, which is generally mature before and after liberation (not very confident, haha ). How can we ask Lu Xun, the originator of the vernacular to use the style of words that have been behind him for decades?

I don't think that Lu Xun's words are in a detour. On the contrary, I think it is very charming.

Mr Lu likes to use short words, often with a few words, but is fascinating. Taking the description of "catch birds in the snow" as an example, "When we get snow in the sand, I sweep out a blank space and use a pole to hold a huge bamboo and scatter the grain, when I watched the birds eat, I pulled the rope tied to the rod far away, and the birds were covered in the bamboo." -- Hometown. Just a few words, simple, accurate, meticulous, and vivid. The combination of these N verbs is amazing. In school, Chinese teachers have analyzed it countless times. "Catch birds in the snow" is a very common scene of life. Every reader can often trigger memories of childhood, however, the most common life scene is the most difficult to describe (if I write "eat", I am afraid it will only be "in arrears, Shen arm, food, entrance, chew such a boring text ). Before and after Lu Xun wrote the text "Snow and bird catching", many people should have described "Snow and bird catching". Who else can write this well? "When we got to our hometown, the weather was overcast again, and the cold wind blew into the cabin, whining, and looking out from the tent gap, there were several deserted villages in the dark, no vigor. I cannot help but feel sad ." For more information, see the classic text!

Mr. Lu Xun also prefers to use large texts, which are easy to use, or show a gradual or turning point. His speech is always consistent and has a beautiful feeling. For example, "on my own, I thought it was no longer a cut-off person, but I still cannot forget the sorrow of my loneliness on that day, so sometimes he can't help but scream a few times, chatting to comfort the warrior who is in the loneliness, so that he is not ready to advance. As for whether my shouting is brave or sad, it is ugly or ridiculous, but it is not enough; but since it is a shout, of course it must be heard, so I often don't have to worry about it, and add a garlands to the grave of YU Er in Yao, in "tomorrow", we will not mention the fact that the four sons did not realize the dream of seeing their sons, because at that time, the masters would not advocate negative ideas. As for myself, I do not want to spread my self-thought-bitter loneliness to any young man who is dreaming like me ." -- "Scream". Another example is: "readers who prefer my work sometimes criticize that my words are true. This is because of his preference. Naturally, I don't want to cheat people too much, but I have never tried to say anything in my heart. I just want to submit my documents as long as I can. I have always been anatomy of others, but more is the anatomy of myself without emotion. To express a little bit, people who love warmth already feel cold. If all my flesh and blood are revealed, I don't know what to do at the end. I sometimes want to get rid of others, and I still don't give up on me at that time, even if it is a snake or a ghost, it is also my friend. This is really my friend. If there is no such thing, I will do it myself. But now I am not. Because I am not so brave, that is because I still want to live in this society. There is also a small reason, which has been repeatedly stated earlier, that is, to make the stream of the so-called Gentleman uncomfortable for a few days, so I will leave a few pieces of armor on my body and stand, there are many flaws in their world. It's time for me to get bored and take off." -- "Written after" Grave ".

The differences between some words and syntaxes should not be an obstacle for us to read. The Chinese text has been an evolutionary process for thousands of years and has never undergone any essential changes. Four Books, five classics, Li Sao, historical records, Tang poetry ,......, Since its birth, it has been regarded as a thousand ancient American text, and has been praised to the present, and even later generations. This is a great fortune of the Chinese nation. Compared with other nationalities, the words two hundred years ago cannot be read by ordinary people unless they are experts. Cherish it!

"A nation without great people is the group of the poorest creatures in the world. A country with great people who do not know support, love, or respect, it is a state of slaves without hope."

 

In my middle school, I often copied the paper on the hand. Lu Xun's beautiful articles were annoying.

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From 《<Shout> Self-ordered"

"I had many dreams when I was young, and I forgot most of them, but I didn't think it was a pity. The so-called memories, although it can make people happy, sometimes can not help but make people lonely, so that the spirit of the silk also lead the lonely time has passed, what does it mean, however, I have been suffering from these difficulties and cannot forget them all. It has become the reason for shouting."

"I feel bored without experience. It is something that has happened since then. I didn't know why it was. Later I thought that the idea of one person had likes and likes, and promoted his forward, opposition, and struggle, the hacker has no response, neither consent nor opposition. If you are in a marginal wasteland, you can't be caught off guard. How sad is this, I feel lonely as I feel."

"Yes, although I have my own confidence, but speaking of hope, it cannot be erased, because hope lies in the future and cannot be proved by what I have to do, I finally promised to write a story about him. This is the first crazy man's diary."

"On my own, I thought it was not a cut-off person, but I could not forget my lonely sorrow on that day, so sometimes he can't help but scream a few times, chatting to comfort the warrior who is in the loneliness, so that he is not ready to advance. As for whether my shouting is brave or sad, it is ugly or ridiculous, but it is not enough; but since it is a shout, of course it must be heard, so I often don't have to worry about it, and add a garlands to the grave of YU Er in Yao, in "tomorrow", we will not mention the fact that the four sons did not realize the dream of seeing their sons, because at that time, the masters would not advocate negative ideas. As for myself, I do not want to spread my self-thought-bitter loneliness to any young man who is dreaming like me ."

 

From 《Hometown"

"I took the cold and went back to my hometown, which is more than two thousand years apart ."
"Since it was a dark winter, the weather was overcast again when it got closer to my hometown. The cold wind blew into the cabin, whining, and looking out from the tent gap, under the pale sky, there are no vitality in the desert village of xiaosuo. I cannot help but feel sad ."
"! This is not my hometown I have always remembered over the past 20 years ?"
"This is not the case in my hometown. My hometown is much better. But I want to remember his beauty and say his beauty, but there is no image, no words. As if so. So I explained myself: My hometown is also like this. Although there is no progress, it may not be as miserable as I feel. This is just a change in my mood, because I went home this time, there is no good mood."

"The next day, I want him to catch birds. He said:
"'No. It must be heavy snow. When we had snow in the sand, I swept out an open space, and picked up a huge bamboo with a pole, I pulled the rope tied to the rod far away, and the bird was covered in a bamboo. Everything is: rice chicken, angle chicken, wonton, blue back ...... '"
"So I look forward to the snow ."

"He just shook his head. Although his face was engraved with a lot of wrinkles, it was not moving at all, as if the stone was like. He just felt bitter, but could not describe it again. When he was silent, he picked up the smoke tube and smoked silently ."
"He went out, and his mother and I both sighed at his situation: duozi, famine, tax-demanding, soldiers, bandits, officials, and gentlemen. They all suffered from him as a puppet ."

"The old house is farther away from me, And the landscape in my hometown is gradually far away from me, but I don't feel any nostalgia. I only think that there is an invisible high wall on all sides that separates me from me, which makes me very stuffy. The images of the little hero on the silver collar on the watermelon ground are very clear to me, now I am confused and sad."

"I am lying down, listening to the sound of the bottom of the ship, knowing that I am on my way. I think: I have been isolated from the Earth, but our younger generation is still angry. Isn't macro thinking about water. I hope they don't look like me anymore ...... However, I don't want them to live because they want to get angry with each other because of my hard work, nor do they want them to live in the same way as the hard work of the Earth, I don't want to live like others. They should have a new life that we have never lived before ."

"I am in the haze, and there is a sea of Green Sand in front of me. There is a golden round of moon hanging in the dark blue sky above. I think: there is no such thing as Hope. This is just like the road on the ground. In fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are too many people to walk, it will become the road ."

 

From 《Kong Yiji"

"Kong Yiji is the only person standing and drinking and wearing a long shirt. He was tall. He looked white and often had scars between wrinkles. He had a garbled white beard. Although wearing a long shirt, but dirty and broken, it seems that more than a decade has not been done or washed. He speaks to people, and he is always full of people. Because of his surname Kong, other people would give him a nickname, Kong Yiji, if they do not understand the word "upper adult Kong Yiji" on the red paper ."

"I haven't seen it until now-Kong Yiji is indeed dead ."

 

From 《Medicine"

"There is nothing in the dark on the street. There is only one gray road. You can see the score clearly. The light shines on his feet and goes one by one. There are also several dogs, but one is not called. The weather is much colder than in the room; the old plug-in feels refreshed, as if once a teenager has changed, he has a magical power, and has the ability to give life, it is extremely high. In addition, the clearer the path, the brighter the sky ."

"The breeze has been stopped early; the branches of the Prunella are upright, like copper wire. A trembling sound, the more trembling the air, the more thin it is, the surrounding is dead and quiet. The two stood in the grass bush and looked up at the crow; the Crow was also standing between straight branches, shrinking his head and iron cast ."

 

From 《A trivial matter"

"I have been in Beijing from the countryside for six years. The so-called national events that I have heard and heard during this period have been counted quite a lot. However, in my heart, there is no trace. If I want to find out the impact of these events, it just increases my bad temper. To be honest, it is to teach me to look down on people every day."
"But there is a small thing that makes sense to me. I 've been dragged away from my bad temper, so far I can't forget it ."

"At this moment, I suddenly felt a strange feeling. I felt that he was tall and full of dust, and the bigger he went, he had to look up to see him. In addition, he gradually turned almost into a type of pressure for me, even to squeeze out the '小' hidden under the leather robe ."

"It's time to remember. Therefore, I am suffering from time to time, and I am trying to think of myself. In the past few years, wenzhi's force was just like the 'zi Yue shiyun 'That I had read when I was young. This small thing is always present in front of me, sometimes more distinct, teach me shame, urge me to be new, and increase my courage and hope ."

 

From 《Blessing"

"After all, the end of the old calendar is the most like the end of the year. It doesn't have to be said in villages and towns. It just shows the New Year's weather in the sky. The gray-white heavy evening clouds always flash, followed by a silent sound, it is to send the stove firecrackers; close to the discharge can be more intense, the sound of the shock ears has no information, the air is full of tiny gunpowder. I am returning to luzhen, my hometown this night ."

"The thought of meeting Xianglin's sister-in-law yesterday makes me unable to live. In the afternoon, I visited a friend in the east of the town. When I came out, I met her by the river. When I saw her staring eyes, I knew it was coming to me. Among the people I have seen in luzhen this time, there is a big change. It can be said that there is nothing more than her: the white hair five years ago, that is, today is completely white, not like people in the past 40; his face was thin, yellow with black, and wiped out the previously sad look, as if it was like a wooden carving; only the eyes or a round, can also indicate that she is a living thing. She carried a basket of bamboo in one hand, and a broken bowl was empty. She held a bamboo longer than her and split it at the lower end: She was already a beggar ."

"I have never been concerned with the existence or absence of soul; but at this moment, how can I answer her well? In the very short term, I thought that the people here believe in ghosts as usual, but she is confused-or better: hope it has, I also hope that it will not ....... Why bother the last person? For her sake, it is better to say yes ."

"I took her step by step and hurried back to my uncle's home. I felt very uncomfortable. I am afraid that she may be in danger. She may feel lonely when others bless her. But what does it mean? -- Or is there any preference? If something else happens, my answer should be a number of responsibilities ....... But then I laughed at myself and felt that the occasional things had no deep meaning, but I had to think carefully, and it was just a strange educator who wanted to say that it was a mental illness; and the situation clearly said, "I can't tell ', I have overturned the global answer. Even if something happens, it doesn't matter to me."

"I often think that something is not as expected, but everything is as expected, so I'm afraid it will be the same. Sure enough, a special situation begins ."

"Winter Day is short, it is a snow day, the night has been shrouded in the town of the city. People are in a hurry under the lights, but the window is quiet. Snow falls on the thick snow bedding above, listening seems to sound, make people feel more silent. I sat alone in the light of the yellow vegetable oil lamp and thought, this bored Xianglin sister was abandoned by people in the dust mustard pile, watching tired old playings, previously, we put our bodies in the dust. From the perspective of interesting people, I am afraid it may be strange to say why she still exists. Now we have finally been wiped out by impermanence. I don't know whether or not soul exists. However, in the present world, it is not boring to have a life, even if the person does not see it, it is also good for others. I listened to the sound of snow that seemed to be buzzing outside the window, and thought, but gradually became more comfortable ."

"'I am so silly, really,' said Xianglin, raising her eyes that she didn't have. 'I know that when the snow falls, the wild animals will come to the village if there is no food in the mountains. When I got up early, I opened the door and packed a basket of beans with a small basket. I told my hair to sit on the barrier and peel beans ...... '"

"I woke up with the sound of firecrackers near me. I saw the yellow lights of beans, and then I heard the firecrackers, it's time for the four uncles to "Bless. I was in the dark, and vaguely heard the sound of firecrackers in the distance, it seems that the sound of a day of thick clouds, with snow flying in a group, embraced the town of the city. In this cool hug, I was also lazy and comfortable. From the doubts of the day and the night, I swept the air of the blessing and thought that the holy men of heaven and earth enjoyed the sacrifice and cigarettes, they are all drunk in the air, and Yu bei gives infinite happiness to the people in luzhen."

 

From 《Creator"

"It turns out that he is a short and thin man with a long face, fluffy hair and thick black eyebrows, half of his face, and his eyes are shining in the dark. That dress is also very good, well organized, as if it is a big expert, so that the onlookers do not notice the server ."

The wet road is very distinct. Looking up at space, the thick cloud has been scattered, and a round of yuyue has been hung, showing a cool glow.
As if I had to rush out of a heavy thing, but I couldn't. What are the struggles in your ears? After a long time, I finally struggled, vaguely as long as a wolf, like an injured wolf. When I cried in the desert late at night, there is anger and sorrow in the miserable injury.
With ease, I walked calmly on the wet rock road under the moonlight ."

 

From 《Injury"

If I can, I will write down my remorse and sorrow, for the son of the king, for myself.

A year ago, this silence and emptiness were not like this, and they often had expectations. We were looking forward to the arrival of Zijun. In the long-waiting anxiety, I heard the high bottom of the leather shoes hitting the clear brick road, how can I suddenly become vivid! Then I saw the pale round face with a smile, the pale thin arm, the striped shirt, and the Xuan-colored dress. She brought the new leaf of the half-dry Huai tree out the window, so that I could see the iron-like Wisteria flower in one room and one room.

Suddenly, her shoes have been coming, and when she stepped out, she had already walked down the wisteria shed with a smile on her face. She was not so angry at her uncle's house; my mind was not so angry, and when I watched the film silently, the room was gradually filled with my voice, talking about the authoritarian family, let's talk about breaking old habits, talking about equality between men and women, talking about Yi Weisheng, talking about Tagore, talking about Shirley ....... She always nodded with a smile and filled her eyes with childish curiosity.

"I am my own, And no one of them has the right to interfere with me !"

I should not tell the truth to Zijun. We love each other. I should always give her my lie. If the truth can be precious, this should not be a heavy emptiness in Zijun. Lie language is of course also an empty space, but at the very end, it is not so heavy.
I thought that if I say the truth to Zijun, she can resolutely move forward without any worries, just as we will live together. But I am afraid this is my mistake. She was brave and fearless because of love.
I did not have the courage to carry the burden of hypocrisy, But I unloaded the real burden on her. After she loves me, she will bear this burden and walk the so-called life path in Yan Wei and Leng Yan.

The four dimensions are the vast emptiness and the silence of death. The darkness in front of the eyes of the unloving people seems to me seeing one by one, and I hear all the sounds of distress and despair.
I am also looking forward to the arrival of new things, unknown and unexpected. But one day is nothing more than the silence of death.

There are still many new ways of life. I must step in because I am still alive. But I still don't know how to take that first step. Sometimes, it seems that the road is like a gray long snake, and yarmeans to me, I am waiting, waiting to see it approaching, but suddenly it disappears into the dark.
The early spring night is still so long. In the long silence, I remembered the funeral style I saw on the street in the morning. There was a paper, paper, and horse in front, and a singing cry in the back. Now I know that they are smart. It's easy and simple.
However, the funeral style of Zijun is in front of my eyes, and it is alone with the burden of the void, moving forward on the gray long road, and instantly disappeared in the surrounding Yan Wei and cold eyes.
I am willing to have the so-called ghost and the so-called hell, so even in the roar of the evil wind, I will also look for the son, say my regret and sorrow in person, pray for her forgiveness; otherwise, the flames of hell will burn my remorse and sorrow around me.
I will embrace the son in the evil wind and the flame, begging her for tolerance, or make her happy .......

However, this is more empty in the new life path; now all is just the early spring night, it is still so long. When I live, I have to go out to the new life path. The first step is to write down my regret and sorrow for myself.
I still only have to cry like singing, and I will bury the son-seed and forget it.
I want to forget; I will not think of myself any more, nor will I forget to bury my son.

I want to take the first step towards a new life path. I want to hide the truth in the trauma of my heart, move forward silently, and use forgetting and lying as my leading .......

 

From 《Social Drama"

My heavy heart was suddenly relaxed, and my body seemed to be too large to be said. As soon as I went out, I saw a white-covered ship parked in Pingqiao under the moon. Everyone jumped out of the ship, and they jumped out before double happiness, the young people sat with me in the cabin, and the big ones gathered at the stern. When the mother gave us the command "Be careful", we had already started the ship, knocked on the Bridge Stone, stepped back a few feet, and then stepped out of the bridge. So I set up two slaves, one for two, one for one, and two for the other. They were talking and shouting, with the sound of surging water in the bow of the ship, in the rivers with green bean and wheat fields on the left and right, Zhao Zhuang advances in the radial direction.
The scent of beans and grass on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is blowing in the moisture, and the moonlight is blurred in the water. The ups and downs of the dark, as if it was an excited beast Ridge, all ran far away to the stern, but I thought the ship was slow. They changed their hands and gradually looked at Zhao Zhuang, who seemed to hear the song blowing and had a few ignition. It was expected that it was a stage, but maybe it was a fire.
The sound was like a flute, and it was so melodious that my heart was still calm. However, I lost myself and felt that I would like to scatter it with him in the evening of the fragrance of beans and MACOs.
The fire was approaching, and it was indeed a fire of fish. I remember that Zhao Zhuang was not the one I previously saw. It was a group of pine forests on the ship's head. I also visited Berlin last year. I also saw the broken stone horse lying down in the ground and a Shi Yang squatting in the grass. After that forest, the ship bent into the cross-port, so Zhao Zhuang was in sight.

 

Remarks on Weeds

When I am silent, I feel full; I will speak and feel empty at the same time.
Past life has died. I have a great joy in this death because I want to know that it has survived. The life of death has been corrupted. I have a great joy in this corruption because I want to know that it is not empty.
The mud of life is abandoned on the ground, no trees, only weeds, this is my sin.
Weeds are not deep at all, and the flowers and leaves are not beautiful. However, they absorb dew, water, and blood and meat from the dead, respectively, to seize their survival. When survival, it will still be trampled, and will be deleted until death and corruption.
But I'm calm and happy. I will laugh and I will sing.
I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds.
Fire runs in the ground and runs in a rush; once the lava is sprayed, it will burn all the weeds and trees, so there is no corruption.
But I'm calm and happy. I will laugh and I will sing.
The world is so quiet that I cannot laugh and sing. The world is not so quiet, and neither can I. I give witness to friends and enemies, beasts, and those who love and those who do not love in the dark, life and death, and in the past and in the future.
For myself, for friends and enemies, for beasts, for those who love and for those who do not love, I hope that the death and corruption of this weed will soon arrive. Otherwise, I will not survive, which is more unfortunate than death and corruption.
Let's go, weeds, continue to answer my questions!

 

 From 《Autumn Night"

The night sky above is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He seems to be leaving the world, so that people can no longer see it. But now it is very blue, with the eyes of dozens of stars shining, cold eyes. He smiled at his mouth, and seemed to think that he was very interested. He sprinkled the frost on the wild flowers in my garden.

I don't know what the names of flowers and plants are. I remember a very small pink flower that was still on, but it was even smaller. In the cold evening, she dreamed about the arrival of spring, dreaming of the arrival of autumn, dreaming of a thin poet will wipe the tears on her last petals, tell her that although autumn, winter, and then the spring, Hu Die fly, the bees sang spring words. As a result, she smiled, and the color was red and miserable, but it was still shrinking.

I suddenly heard the laughter in the middle of the night. It seems that I don't want to disturb people who fall asleep, but the air around me should smile.

When the scarlet gardenia blooms, the jujube tree will have a dream of little pink flowers, and the Scallions will bend into an arc shape ....... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night. I cut off my mood and watched the old green worm on the White Paper cover, with a big head, a big tail, and a sunflower like it, only half a grain of wheat, the color is so cute and pitiful.
I took a nap, lit up a cigarette, and sprayed smoke, silently offering these exquisite heroes to the light.

 

From 《From Liyuan to Sanwei bookstore"

You don't need to say that the green cabbage, the smooth stone well bar, the tall soap horse tree, and the purple mulberry tree do not have to say that they are singing in the leaves, and the obese wasp falls on the cauliflower, qingjie called tianzi (Yunque) suddenly jumped from the grass to the clouds. There is an infinite amount of fun in the root area of a short mud wall. The oil bread is singing here, And the cricket plays the piano here. Open the broken bricks, and sometimes you may encounter a pair of cockroaches. If you press your finger on its spine, you will shoot and smoke from the back. The roots of Polygonum multiflora are entangled with the vine of multices. multices have the fruits of the lotus house, and Polygonum multiflora has swollen roots. Some people say that the root of Polygonum is like a humanoid. After eating it, I can become a fairy. So I often pull it up, and the association keeps pulling it up, so I broke the mud wall, but I have never seen a root Root like a human. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberry, like small coral beads into a small ball, sour and sweet, the color is better than Mulberry.

In winter, the garden is tasteless. If you have a sleep, you can do either. Make a snowman (print his full shape on the snow) and plastic snow Luo Han need to be appreciated, This is a land shortage, inaccessible, so not suitable, had to catch birds. Thin Snow, it is not good; the ground must be covered with snow for a day or two, the birds have nowhere to eat for a long time. Sweep open a piece of snow, expose the ground, use a pole to pull up a large sieve of bamboo, below scatter some grain, stick on a long rope, people hold far away, watching the birds come to eat, when I walked under the bamboo sieve, I pulled the rope and covered it. But the income is mostly sparrows, but also the white cheek "Zhang Fei bird", the temper is very impatient, not enough to raise the night.

There is also a garden behind the Sanwei bookstore. Although it is small, it can also climb up the flower bed to fold the plum blossom and seek a selection on the ground or on the Osmanthus tree. The best job is to catch flies and feed the ants without sound.

 

From 《Mr. fujiano"

This is nothing more than Tokyo. When the cherry blossoms were in the wild, they looked like a blushing light cloud, but they couldn't miss a fast-moving class of "Tsinghua students" in groups, the top of the students sit high to form a Mount Fuji. There are also disband braid, the disk is flat, in addition to the next hat, the oil can be identified, like a little girl's hair, but also twist the neck a few twists. Very beautiful.

China is a weak country, so the Chinese are of course inferior. If the score is over 60, it is not their own ability: No wonder they are confused. But I went on to see the fate of shooting Chinese people. In the second year, I learned how to use a film to show the shape of bacteria. When the film was completed before the class was over, it would take a few pieces of current affairs, it is naturally the case that Japan has defeated Russia. But there are some Chinese people in the room: they were caught by the Japanese army as detectives, and they were about to be shot. They also watched a group of Chinese people. There was another one in the lecture hall. Long live !" They all cheered.
Such cheers are everywhere, but it sounds harsh to me. After that, I came back to China and saw the people who were idle in watching and shooting the prisoners. They were not so drunk!

But somehow, I always remember him. Among the teachers I think, he is the one who gives me the most gratitude and encouragement. Sometimes I often think about his enthusiastic hopes for me, his teachings, in small words, are for China, or for China to have new medicine. In general, it is for academics, that is, to transfer new medicine to China. His character is great in my eyes and in my heart, although his name is not known to many people.

I have subscribed to the handouts he has corrected as a three-thick book. My favorite handouts will serve as a permanent souvenir. Unfortunately, when I migrated my house seven years ago, I destroyed a book box and lost half of the book. It happened that the handout was also lost. Instruct the shipping Bureau to look for a message without any reply. Only his photography is still hanging on the east wall where I live in Beijing, opposite the desk. Every time I get tired at night and want to be lazy, I can see his thin face in the light on my back. It seems that I am trying to say something to make me feel confused, and I am more brave, as a result, I lit a cigarette and continued to write some words that were so bad for the stream of "upright Gentleman.

 

From 《Grave question"

There are many uncomfortable people in the world, while some people are dedicated to creating a comfortable world for themselves. This is not so cheap, and it is not easy to give them some hateful things in front of them, so that they sometimes feel uncomfortable and know their own world is not very happy. The fly of a fly does not know that people hate him; I know that, however, as long as it can fly, it may fly.

In addition, in myself, there is a little bit of significance, which is part of my life. Therefore, although it is clear that the past has passed, the soul cannot catch up, but it cannot be so decisive, but also wants to converge the dregs, resulting in a small new grave, one side is buried, one side is also nostalgia. As for the ground not far away, I don't want to worry about it.

 

From 《Soldiers and flies"

When the soldiers died, the first thing the flies saw was their shortcomings and scars. They looked at them and shouted at the camp. They thought they were proud and thought they were more heroic than the dead soldiers. But the soldiers are no longer playing with them. As a result, the flies are called Camp camps. They think they are immortal voices because they are completely far above the soldiers.
Indeed, no one has ever seen the flaws and trauma of flies.
However, a faulty warrior is actually a warrior, and a perfect fly is actually a fly.
Let's go, flies! Although the wings are born, the camp will not surpass the soldiers. You insects!

 

From 《For the sake of forgetting"

I have long wanted to write some words to remember young writers. This is not for anything else. It's only because two years of grief and anger have always attacked my heart and have not stopped so far. I would like to shake my face and shake my grief off, just give yourself a little bit of relief. As you may say, I will forget them.

Liigo's old works are pessimistic, but they do not. He believes that people are good. I sometimes talk about how people lie, how they sell friends, and how they suck blood. Then, his forehead is shining, and his eyes for myopia are turned around with suspicion, protesting, "will this happen? -- Don't let it go ?......"

In the middle of the night, I stood in the courtyard of the inn, surrounded by broken things. People went to bed, even my women and children. I felt heavily that I had lost a good friend, and that China had lost a good young man. I calmed down in my grief, but I looked up from my silence, it makes up a few words like this:
Used to long night spring, the young lady will have silk.
In my dream, my mother was crying, and the city was changing.
I can't bear to see my friends become new ghosts, so I am angry with my little poems.
Yin strike low eyebrow write place, such as water according to your clothes.

But in China, there was no such thing as writing, and it was much more banned than canned food. I remember that when I went back to my hometown at the end of the year, I was very blamed by my friends when I got to Shanghai. He said angrily to me that his mother's eyes were blind and asked him to stay for a few more days. How can he leave? I know the heart of this blind mother, the heart of the soft rock. When I first published Beidou, I wanted to write an article about Johor, but I couldn't. I had to select a wooden cut from Mrs. Kathe kollwitz, which was named "sacrifice". A mother gave her son sadly, remembering the soft stones only I knew in my heart.

Today, the year before, I stayed away from the inn, but they went to the Criminal Court. Today, last year, I escaped from the British concession in the sound of gunshots, and they were already buried in the ground where I did not know it; today this year, I sat in my old apartment, and people went to bed, even my women and children. I felt very heavy that I had lost a good friend, and that China had lost a good young man. I calmed down in my grief and anger. I did not expect to study and raised my head from silence, write the above words.
To write it down, there is still no writing in China. When I was young, I read to the subissue "thinking old Fu". I wonder why he only had a few lines at the beginning, but at the beginning, he finally fell short of it. However, now I understand.
Not young people write memories for old people, but over the past thirty years, I have witnessed the blood of many young people, accumulating them layer by layer, So that I cannot breathe, I can only use this pen and ink to write a few articles. I have dug a small hole in the soil and kept my breath. What kind of world is this. The night is long and the road is long. I should forget it. But I know that even if it wasn't me, there will always be memories of them in the future .......

 

From 《Yi Liu bannengjun"

Now that he is dead, my feelings for him have not changed. I love half a farmer ten years ago and hate him for years. This hate is a friend's hate, because I hope that he is often a half farmer ten years ago. He is a warrior, even if "Shallow", but it is more beneficial to China. I would like to show off his record with anger, without causing a group of sand devils to drag his previous glory and dead together into the abyss of mud.

 

From 《Tailism"

In short, we want to get it. We want to use, store, or destroy it. Then the master is the new master, and the master will become the new master. However, we need to be calm, brave, discerning, and selfish. People cannot become new people, and literature and art cannot be new.

 

From 《Are Chinese people lost?"

Since ancient times, we have had hard-working people, hard-working people, desperate people, and desperate people ,...... Although it is the so-called "normal history" that equals to the generation of genealogy for the King, it often cannot hide their glory. This is the backbone of China.
Why are there few people in this category? They are confident that they are not deceiving themselves; they are fighting in succession, but they are always being destroyed, erased, and wiped out in the dark, and cannot be known to everyone. It is said that the Chinese people have lost their self-confidence and can refer to some people. If they are added to the whole, it would be slander.

 

Written behind grave

When I heard that my miscellaneous text was half printed, I wrote a few questions and sent them to Beijing. When I thought of it, I wrote it and sent it after writing it. It has been less than 20 days since now, and I have no idea what to say. It was so silent around tonight that the back of the house lit up the back of the hill; nanputuo temple was still doing a sizing drama, and there was a sound of gongs and drums from time to time. Every interval was even more silent. The lights are naturally brilliant, but somehow suddenly there is a faint sorrow to attack my heart, I seem to regret printing my miscellaneous. I am very surprised that I regret it. I have never met it. Now, I still have no idea what it is about to say "regret. However, the mood was also lost, and the miscellaneous were still printed. I would like to say a few more words to drive my grief.
I remember saying: This is just a trace of my life. If my past can also be counted as life, then I can say that I have also worked. However, I do not have the general idea of a fountain. The great and colorful articles neither have propaganda nor do I want to initiate any kind of movement. However, my disappointment is a bitter taste, regardless of the size. For a few years, some people want me to write a pen. As long as my opinions are not the opposite, my strength can support it, it is always necessary to write a few words, to give the arrival of some very happy. There is a lot of bitterness in life, and sometimes people are very easy to comfort. Why bother with a little bit of ink and give me a taste of the lonely sorrow? As a result, in addition to the miscellaneous of novels, there are more than a dozen long and short essays. In the meantime, there will naturally be money for sale, and this time it will be mixed in one place. I used part of my life in this way, that is, I did this job. However, I do not understand what I have always been doing. For example, if you are doing Geotechnical work, you are still digging holes while you do not understand that you are building a platform. All we know is that even building a platform, we have to drop ourselves down from there or show ourselves dead. If it is a pitfall, we just bury ourselves. In short: the past, the past, everything, and the time passed away early together, in the past, will die. -- But that's what I'm willing to do.
However, this is just one sentence. When the breath is still there, as long as it is my own, I sometimes also like to save the traces, knowing that it is not worth a text, there is always no sense of nostalgia, the collection of essays and the name of the "Grave", it is a clever disguise. Liu was so drunk that he was behind him and said, "I will be buried when I die. Although he thinks that he can only lie to an extremely honest person.
So this is exactly the case for yourself. As for others, I remember that I have already said this before, and I want to make the customers who prefer my words a bit more fond of it; the things that hate my words get a little vomit, I know, I am not very generous. I am also very happy to vomit those things because of my words. Nothing else. If you want to explain the benefits, you may want to take a look at the poet's things mentioned in the article. The final article "fee" may be for your reference, although not written by my blood, it was written by the blood of my peers and young people who were younger than me.
Readers who prefer my work sometimes criticize that my words are true. This is because of his preference. Naturally, I don't want to cheat people too much, but I have never tried to say anything in my heart. I just want to submit my documents as long as I can. I have always been anatomy of others, but more is the anatomy of myself without emotion. To express a little bit, people who love warmth already feel cold. If all my flesh and blood are revealed, I don't know what to do at the end. I sometimes want to get rid of others, and I still don't give up on me at that time, even if it is a snake or a ghost, it is also my friend. This is really my friend. If there is no such thing, I will do it myself. But now I am not. Because I am not so brave, that is because I still want to live in this society. There is also a small reason, which has been repeatedly stated earlier, that is, to make the stream of the so-called Gentleman uncomfortable for a few days, so I will leave a few pieces of armor on my body and stand, there are many flaws in their world. It's time for me to get bored and take off.
It's even harder for others to take the lead because I don't even know how to do it. Some young people in China may have "predecessors" and "Mentors", but I don't believe them either. I only know exactly one end point, namely, grave. However, as we all know, no guidance is needed. The problem is the path from here. Of course there are more than one. I don't know that one is good, although I am still looking for it. While seeking, I am afraid that the fruit I don't know is poisoned by people who prefer my fruit, and those who hate me, such as the so-called upright gentleman, are always jealous, so I can't help but stop talking. I thought to myself: if you give me a gift to a reader who prefers me, it is better to say "nothing ". The printed copy of my translation was originally printed at one thousand, followed by five hundred, which was nearly two thousand to four thousand. I naturally wanted to make money for each increase, but it is also accompanied by sorrow, afraid of readers harmful, so the composition is often more cautious, more hesitate. Some people think that I write a letter, but I don't have enough scrubs. I knew it was not a warrior, and it was not a precursor, so I had so many scrubs and memories. I still remember that a student came to buy my books and put the money out of his pocket in my hand before March 13, year 34. This temperature marks my heart, and when I want to write text, I am afraid that this kind of young people will be poisoned. I am afraid I may not have a day to talk without scruples. However, I also occasionally think that, in fact, I still speak without scruples and can afford such a young man. However, we still have no determination to do so.
What I want to talk about today is nothing more than this, but the comparison can be true. In addition, there is a little more.
I remember that when I started to advocate the vernacular, I got severe attacks from various aspects. Later, the vernacular gradually became popular and the trend was unstoppable. Some people turned to the New Culture Movement as they attacked them ". Some people advocate that the vernacular can be used as a popular one. Some people still need to read the ancient books to do a good job in the vernacular. The first category has already been at the helm for two times, but in turn, it has become a "New Culture". The second category is a forced harmonic School. It has only been a few more botnets. I used to attack on noise.
I have recently seen a journal published in Shanghai, and I have to read ancient Chinese in order to do a good job in the vernacular. One of the examples is my identity. This really gave me a chill. No matter who I am, I have read many old books, but I am still reading them for the purpose of teaching. As a result, it affects the vernacular, often revealing its words and physique. However, I am suffering from these ancient ghosts, and often feel a heavy lifting of popularity. It's just a matter of thinking. It's just a matter of fact. Kong Meng's book was the earliest and most familiar to me, but it seems unrelated to me. Mostly because of laziness, I often think that there are always many intermediate things in the process of transformation. There is an intermediate thing between the spine and the spine. Or it can be said that everything is an intermediate thing on the evolutionary chain. When I opened a reform article, there were several authors, of course. They only needed this. His task was to shout out a new voice after being alert. In addition, from the old base, the situation was quite clear, and it was easy to make the enemy die. However, it is still time-consuming and time-consuming. At most, it is only a piece of wood in the bridge. It is not a future goal or a model. It's time to be different. If you are not the Holy Spirit of the sky, you cannot skip the study, but you must have a new atmosphere. In terms of words, you do not have to look for life in old books, but use the lips and lips of the living as the source, so that the article is closer to the language and more angry. As for the lack of language and relief to enrich the people, it is also a big problem. Or, it is necessary to obtain a number of materials in the old text for the service, but this is not within the scope of what I want to say.
I thought that if I worked very hard, I would probably be able to make a good oral speech to reform my article. However, I have not done so far because I am too lazy and busy. I often suspect that this has something to do with reading ancient books, because I think the hateful ideas that the ancients wrote in the book also often exist in my heart. It is uncertain whether I can be excited or not. I often curse my thoughts and hope that they will not be seen in later youth. Last year, I advocated that young people should read less or simply not read Chinese books. It was a bitter exchange of truth. It was never a chat or a joke or an angry speech. The ancients said that it would be good if you don't study. However, the world is caused by fools. Smart people cannot support the world, especially those in China. Now, not to mention the ideology, it is the words. Many young authors pick some nice and difficult words in ancient Chinese and poems, and use them as the hand towel for the magic to decorate their work. I don't know whether this is related to the persuasion of reading ancient texts, but it is obvious that we are trying to commit suicide in a retro manner, that is, the trial of new literature and art.
Unfortunately, my collection of ancient texts and vernacular synthesis was published at this time, and it may be harmful to readers. I just want to take a moment to see the remaining traces of my life. I only hope that readers who prefer my work will not regard this as a souvenir, but will know that this small city is nothing more than a living body. After a few more years, I will become yaye again, and the memories will also disappear from the human world, and my work will be completed. In the morning, I was reading Gu Wen and remembered a few words about Lu Shiheng hanging from Cao mengdevin. Then I pulled this article to my end --
In ancient times, the old man will be left tired, and the old man will be buried with a letter of Jane.
What is his identity.

Because of the great love, Zhe did not forget.
I am so miserable with my generous contribution!

May 1926, one by one, one by one, night. Lu Xun.

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