Lu Xun's childhood fun is fast! I write a composition.

When Lu Xun was a child, he often lived with his mother at his grandmother's house in Anqiaotou, Shaoxing, and later at his uncle's house in Huangfuzhuang. Anqiaotou and Huangfuzhuang are both in the water town outside Chang 'an Gate in Shaoxing, and the wide and narrow rivers flow quietly through the village. Lu Xun likes to go to the countryside. He regards it as a free world, a brand-new world. Because here you can not only avoid reading the profound Four Books and Five Classics, but also live freely with farmers' children, boating, catching fish and shrimps on the cobweb-dense river, enjoying the night view of the water with a little fishing fire, or going to the shore to put geese, herd cattle and pick arhat beans and breathe fresh air. ...

Whenever there is a social drama in the village, Lu Xun and his friends will rock the boat, half on the shore and half in the lake, and come to the stage to watch the martial arts actors do somersaults. Sometimes, he also learns acting and plays imp with the children of farmers. They drew some colorful pictures on their faces, jumped onto the stage with steel forks in their hands and played happily.

The countryside was very attractive to Lu Xun as a teenager. In this free world, Lu Xun not only learned a lot of social knowledge and production knowledge, but also established a deep friendship with the children of peasant families, gradually understood the industrious and simple character of peasants, and also saw the bloody facts of oppression and class exploitation in the old society. In a fishing song often recited by Lu Xun and farmers' children, there is such a solemn and stirring sentence: "Seven liters a day, eight liters a day, and if you don't fall for two days (you don't go fishing in the river for two days), you are white with hunger; Seven liters a day, eight liters a day, and if you don't fall for two days, you will cry. " These have had a far-reaching impact on the development of Lu Xun's thought, making Lu Xun know that farmers are "oppressed all their lives and suffer a lot, which is different from flowers and birds."

The story of the name

When Mr. Wang was a child, the word Yushan was homophonic with umbrella in Zhejiang dialect. After several jokes and anger, I changed my name to Yucai. Later, because his family was poor, he did not hesitate to "sell his soul to foreign devils" and went to Nanjing Mining Normal School to study. His second uncle, an old pedant who is incompatible with the new ideas, took the meaning of "it takes ten years to grow trees, but it takes a hundred years to nurture people" and named him Shu Ren. After thinking of this name, it became China.

Mr. Wang has many names. Because he is the eldest son of the family, all the servants call him Mr. Big. The wet nurse-the prototype of Sister Xianglin-called him Zhang. Mr. Wang has even more pen names. Once, his signature was Yan Ao, which meant that a Japanese woman dared him to leave the house.

Other stories

Mr. Wang has no children since he settled in Shanghai. He is always very enthusiastic about helping young people. Unexpectedly, a couple of students lived in his house for a long time, eating and drinking, and told their neighbors that they came to be Mr. Wang's son in their spare time. The kind-hearted young man later disappeared.

As Mr. Wang himself said, he works very hard. If life is too comfortable, work will be tired by life. I use other people's coffee time to write. He works late into the night or even all night every day. Once, a thief sneaked into his kitchen, saw the light in the study on, and dared not act. He thought he would wait for his master to sleep for a while before acting. Who knows that after waiting for an hour, nothing happened. The thief is also a stubborn guy. He thought he didn't get any benefits after spending so long, so he just ran into Mr. Mao. Who knows, this wait was overnight. When the thief saw that his master didn't want to sleep after dawn, he simply took a shit in Mr. Wang's kitchen and fled.

Mr. Wang, Sun Fuyuan and others went to comfort the soldiers. Because of smoking too much, Mr. Wang's teeth are very dark and look no different from a heavy smoker. An officer asked Mr. Wang's entourage, "Does Zhou Luxun also smoke?" "According to himself in Lu Xun's memoirs, Zhou Lu Lu Xun's name has only been heard once in his life.

When Mr. Lu Xun was teaching at Xiamen University, he once went to the barber shop for a haircut. The barber didn't know Lu Xun. Seeing his simple clothes, he thought he must have little money and didn't take his hair seriously at all. In this regard, Mr. Lu Xun was not angry, but took out a large sum of money to the barber at will after the haircut-far more than the money payable. The barber was overjoyed, and his face was immediately filled with laughter.

After a while, Lu Xun went to get a haircut again. The barber was overjoyed at this and immediately took out all his housekeeping skills. His face is written with humility, "Slow work makes fine work". Without cooking, Lu Xun did not show his generosity, but took out money and counted it to the barber one by one, without giving a penny more. The barber is puzzled: "Sir, you gave it like that last time. How can you give it like this today?" Lu Xun smiled: "Last time you were careless in geography, I gave it carelessly;" This time you are serious about geography, and I will give it seriously. The barber was very embarrassed.

This is an interesting childhood story written by Lu Xun himself.

My eldest mother, as I have already said, is a female worker and always leads me. To put it bluntly, she is my nanny. My mother and many others call her that, which seems a bit polite. Only my grandmother called her Chang. I usually call her "grandma" without the word "long"; But when you hate her-for example, when you know that she killed my Tibetan mouse, call her Chang.

We don't have long surnames there; She is short and fat, and "long" is not an adjective. That's not her name. I remember she said her name. What girl, I have forgotten now, in short, it is not Aunt Long; I finally don't know her last name. I remember that she also told me the origin of this name: there was a female worker in my family who was very tall, and this was Zhen Achang. Later, she went back, and my girl came to fill the vacancy. But because everyone was used to screaming, she didn't change her mind and became a dragon mother from then on.

Although it is not a good thing to talk about people behind their backs, if I have to tell the truth, I can only say: I really don't admire her very much. What I hate most is that I often like to make a careful observation and whisper to people. Hold up your second finger, shake it up and down in the air, or light your opponent or nose. There was a little trouble at home, and somehow I always suspected that it was related to this "careful observation" that I was not allowed to walk, pull weeds and turn over rocks, so I was naughty and wanted to tell my mother. In summer, when she was sleeping, she put her feet and hands over and put a word "big" in the middle of the bed, so that I had no place to turn over and slept on the mat in the corner for a long time. It was already so hot. Push her, don't move; I'm calling her, but I don't smell it.

"Dragon mother so fat, must be very afraid of the heat? I'm afraid it's not good to sleep at night. ……"

Once my mother asked her after hearing my repeated complaints. I also know that this means asking her to give me more empty seats. She won't talk. But at night, when I woke up, I still saw the word "big" on the bed and an arm resting on my neck. I think it is really incredible.

But she knows many rules; These rules are probably my impatience. The happiest time of the year is naturally New Year's Eve. After I resigned, I got lucky money from my elders, wrapped it in red paper and put it on my pillow. I can use it at will as long as I stay overnight. Sleeping on the pillow, looking at the red envelope, thinking about the tambourine, sword, clay figurine and sugar bodhisattva that I will buy tomorrow. However, when she came in, she put another orange on the bed.

"Brother, remember!" She said with the utmost seriousness. "Tomorrow is the first day of the first month. As soon as I open my eyes in the morning, the first thing I want to say is:' Grandma, congratulations!' Remember? Remember, it's a year's luck. Don't say anything else! After that, I must eat some oranges. "She picked up the orange and shook it in front of my eyes twice." Well, all the year round, downstream ... "

I remember New Year's Day in my dream and woke up early the next day. I had to sit up when I woke up. She immediately put out her arm and held me down. When I looked at her in surprise, she looked at me anxiously.

She shook my shoulder as if she wanted something. It suddenly occurred to me-

"Grandma, congratulations ..."

"Congratulations! Congratulations, how smart everyone is! Congratulations! " She was so happy that she smiled and put something cold in my mouth. After I was shocked, I suddenly remembered that this is the so-called Fuju, and the bitter days of the New Year are finally over, so I can get out of bed and play.

She taught me many things, for example, when a person dies, he should not be said to be dead, but must be said to be "old"; People who have died and given birth to children, don't walk into the house; When a grain of rice falls to the ground, it must be picked up, and it is best to eat it; Never drill under the bamboo pole for drying trousers. Besides, I have basically forgotten it now, only the strange ceremony on New Year's Day can be remembered most clearly. Bottom line: it's all so complicated, it's still troublesome to think about it.

However, there was a time when I had unprecedented respect for her. She often says "long hair" to me. Her so-called "long hair" is not only Hong Xiuquan's army, but also all the bandits and robbers later, except the revolutionary party, because it did not exist at that time. She has long hair and speaks horribly. They can't understand what she is saying. She said that long hair went to town, and the whole family fled to the seaside, leaving only a porter and an old mother who cooked. Later, long hair did come in, and the old maid called them "Wang". It is said that long hair should be called this way to tell her that she was hungry. Long hair smiled and said, "Well, I'll give you something to eat!" " I threw a round thing with a braid, which was the porter's head. The old cook was terrified from then on, but as soon as she mentioned it, she turned pale and patted her chest and said, "Oh, I'm so scared, I'm so scared ..."

I didn't seem to be afraid at that time, because I didn't think these things had anything to do with me. I am not a porter. But she probably realized it right away and said, "A child like you will be captured by long hair and be captured into long hair. There are also beautiful girls, but also prisoners. "

"Well, it's none of your business." I thought she must be the safest. She is neither a porter nor a child, and she is not good-looking. Besides, there are many scars on her neck.

"there? ! "She said seriously. "We are useless? We're going to be imprisoned, too When soldiers attacked outside the city, Long Mao told us to take off our pants and stand on the wall in rows so that the cannons outside could not be released. If you want to put it again, it will blow up! "

This is really beyond my expectation, and I can't help but be surprised. I always thought her stomach was full of troublesome etiquette, but I didn't expect her to have such great power. From then on, I have a special respect for her, which seems unfathomable; It's understandable to stretch your legs in the whole bed at night, but I should give in.

Although this respect gradually faded, it completely disappeared, probably after knowing that she had murdered my Tibetan rat. At that time, she was seriously booed and scolded her often to her face. I think I really have no hair, I don't attack cities, I don't shoot guns, and I'm not afraid of artillery bombardment. What am I afraid of?

But when I mourn the hidden mouse and avenge it, I am eager to draw the mountain and sea classics. This desire was aroused by a distant great-uncle. He is a fat and kind old man who likes to plant some flowers and trees, such as Zhu Lan, Jasmine and Ma Yinghua, which is extremely rare and is said to have been brought back from the north. On the other hand, his wife is confused about everything. She once put a bamboo pole to dry clothes on a branch in Cynthia, and the branch broke, even cursing angrily: "Dead body!" " The old man is a lonely man. Because there is no one to talk to, he loves to associate with children. Sometimes he simply calls us "children". In the house where we live together, only he has many books, which is very special. Of course, there are also art and poetry. But I only read Lu Ji's Poems of Shi Mao, Plants, Birds, Animals, Insects, Fish and Sparse, and many books with various names in his study. My favorite at that time was "Flower Mirror", with many pictures on it. He told me that there was once a painting of Shan Hai Jing, which painted a beast with a face, a hydra, a three-legged bird, a man with wings, a monster without a head and two breasts as eyes ... Unfortunately, I don't know where Tao is now.

I really want to see such a picture, but I am embarrassed to force him to find it. He is lazy. Ask others, and no one will answer me truthfully. There are hundreds of lucky money left. If you buy it, there is no good chance. The street where books are bought is far from my home. You can only go to play once a year in the first month. At that time, both bookstores closed their doors.

There was nothing to play with, but as soon as I sat down, I remembered the painting of Shan Hai Jing.

Probably so obsessed, even Chang came to ask what Shan Hai Jing was about. I have never told her about it. I know she's not a scholar, so it's no use talking. But since I asked, I told her everything.

After more than ten days, or a month, I still remember that it was four or five days after she left home. She came back in a new blue coat. As soon as we met, she handed me Abao's book and said happily, "Brother, I bought you a classic of Sanhu!" "

I seem to have met a bolt from the blue, and everyone was shocked; Go and take it, open the paper bag, it's four small books, turn it slightly, a beast with a face and a hydra, ... Sure enough.

I have a new respect. She can succeed in anything that others refuse to do or cannot do. She really has great power. The resentment of murdering Tibetan rats was completely eliminated from now on.

These four books are my first and most beloved treasures. The appearance of this book is still in sight. But as far as it is concerned, it is a very rough book. The paper is yellow; The image is also very poor, even almost straight lines, even the eyes of animals are rectangular. But that's my favorite book. It looks like a beast with a face. Hydra; A cow with one foot; Di Jiang is like a bag; Without a head, Xingtian, which takes the breast as the eye and the umbilical cord as the mouth, should also "dance in unity".

Since then, I have collected more books about painting, so I published Er Ya Yin Tu and Shi Mao Pin Tu Textual Research, as well as Dian Shi Zhai Cong Hua and Shi Fang Hua. Shan Hai Jing also bought another lithograph. Each volume has a picture, a green picture, and the word is red, which is much more exquisite than that woodcut. This was still there until the year before last, and it is the epitome of Hao Yixing. The woodcut can't remember when it was lost.

My nanny, the eldest mother, has been dead for about thirty years. I finally don't know her last name, her experience; All I know is that I have an adopted son, probably a young widow.

Good and dark mother earth, may the things between her soul mother and him be in your arms forever.

Lz, in fact, Lu Xun's "Flowers in the Morning" recorded many things about his childhood, adolescence and adulthood.