The outline of Gorky's childhood story is about 60 words.

My mother's arrival changed my life like a wild horse. My mother began to teach me the word "secular" and let me learn to recite poems. Since then, we have been worried about each other. I often mispronounce words in my lines. If you know how to pronounce it in your heart, your exports will go out of shape. Sometimes I mispronounce on purpose. In fact, I like to sort out some meaningless lines, or in another way. This may be my creative desire when I was a child, but it always makes my mother angry. In the hammock, when I tell my grandmother, she sometimes laughs, but usually always blames me.

I think life is difficult, not only because my mother teaches me more and more homework, but also because homework is becoming more and more difficult to understand. More importantly, my mother is getting more and more sad. She often sits silently by the window of the garden for a long time, and the whole person becomes sloppy and more and more angry.

I also saw my grandfather preparing something that scared my grandmother and mother. One night, after my grandfather and my mother quarreled, my mother went to the tenant's house again. Grandfather gave her a good beating, and several thick hair pins went deep into her scalp. When I got up the courage to pull it out for her, the hairpin was bent. My grandmother begged me not to tell my mother, and I promised, but my heart was full of hatred for my grandfather. I finally found a suitable opportunity for revenge. There are 12 icons collected by my grandfather in the box on the top floor. While he didn't care, I grabbed a few and ran downstairs, took out my scissors, climbed into the hammock and began to cut the saint's head. Before I could cut the second one, my grandfather came and he wanted to beat me up. My mother arrived in time, and my grandfather was embarrassed to learn from me that my grandmother had been beaten.

In order not to let mom associate with the tenant, grandpa kicked out the original tenant. The room has been rearranged, and my grandfather will invite me. Uncle Jacob also came and brought a one-eyed bald watchmaker. I don't like him because he is ugly and eccentric, but my grandfather wants to marry his mother. One Sunday, the watchmaker came, and my grandfather forced my mother to see him. My mother strongly disagreed and took off her coat and skirt to show her resistance. My grandfather had to compromise, and my grandmother politely sent the watchmaker away. Mother's anti-marriage succeeded.

Since this happened, my mother immediately strengthened herself, straightened her back and became the head of the family. Grandfather has gone unnoticed. He hardly goes out. He always sits in the attic reading a mysterious book. He speaks to his mother more gently and is less angry.

There are many precious clothes and various gem necklaces in grandpa's box, and grandpa gave them to his mother. Mom is dressed more and more beautifully. She lives in two rooms in the front hall and often has guests coming in and out. The most frequent visitors are two people, one is police officer Peter and the other is yevgeny, whose mother later married him.

After the lively Christmas, my mother sent me and uncle Mikhail's son Sasha to school. A month later, Sasha began to play truant and carefully buried his schoolbag in the snow. Grandfather had to hire a guard for us. But Sasha finally ran away. He wants to be a robber because his stepmother, father and grandfather don't love him. I decided to become an officer.

I got smallpox, was put in the back attic, and lay in bed for more than three months. I was lying there and heard the noise at home getting louder and louder, as if something was going to happen. My grandmother often comes to see me, but she doesn't tell me.

Grandma often drinks and automatically tells me the story of her father.

My father became an orphan at the age of nine and became a good carpenter at the age of twenty. He has a crush on my mother, and he has been private for life. Once, grandma and mom were picking cranberries in the garden, and dad climbed over the wall to propose. Grandma knew that grandpa would resolutely oppose this marriage, but she felt sorry for the young couple and decided to let them go and agreed to hold the wedding a week later. When her grandfather learned about it and tried to stop it, the couple were already standing in the corridor of the church. Grandfather vowed never to see his parents again.

When I was about to be born, my grandfather forgave them, and my parents moved to my grandfather's house. Father is a lively and clever man, and often plays some practical jokes. Two uncles hate their father very much. One night, they tricked their father into an ice cave and almost killed him. The next spring, mom and dad left on the first sailboat.

When I can't sleep at night, I make up some sad stories. My father is always alone, walking somewhere with a stick in his hand. Followed by a long-haired dog.

Mother seldom comes to see me, but she is very busy. There are new changes in her that I don't know about.

One night, I fell asleep, woke up and felt my legs awake. I know, I can walk soon, which is great.

Mother married Ma Kexin Muff. Later, they went to Moscow and left me at my grandfather's house.

My grandfather and I were busy in the garden. When he was resting, he said to me, "Learn to work independently and don't be pushed around by others!" " Live honestly, but live stubbornly! You can listen to anyone, but do what you think is good ... "。

In autumn, grandpa sold the house and separated from grandma. Soon, my mother and my stepfather came back and said that the house was on fire and everything was burned out. My grandfather was bored for a while and suddenly said loudly to my stepfather, "There is a rumor reaching my ears, sir, and there is no fire. You lost all the cards ... ".

I lived with my mother and started to get wild. Every time I go to the street, I have to be beaten black and blue by the children in the street. Fighting is my only favorite pastime and has become a hobby. My mother slapped me with a belt, but the punishment angered me even more. Next time, I played harder with my children-my mother punished me even harder. In my heart, the blue flame with the smell of charcoal fire that resents everything, the feeling of heavy dissatisfaction, and the feeling of loneliness in this gloomy and lifeless atmosphere often erupt and smoke like ashes in my heart.

My stepfather was strict with me, ignored my mother and quarreled with her more and more.

I went to school, and everything disgusted me, but a bishop later made me feel very kind and happy. I took a ruble from home in order to buy a fairy tale book. Although I didn't want to hide the money, my mother beat me up. My classmates at school called me a thief, and I don't want to go to school again.

Once, my father hit my mother. He kicked her in the chest with his leg. During the quarrel, I knew that my father had gone to a woman's house. I picked up a knife and stabbed my father in the waist with all my strength. When the mother saw it, she screamed and pushed her stepfather away, only stabbing him a little. He hunched over and ran away.

Later, I told my mother that I killed my stepfather and myself. I think I will do it, and I will try my best to do it anyway. Until now, I still see that cheap long leg, swinging back and forth in the air, kicking a woman's chest with her toes.

I moved to my grandfather again. Grandpa and grandma are completely different. Everything is separate: today grandma pays for food and lunch, and tomorrow it's her turn to buy food and bread. On the day when it was his turn to buy, lunch was as bad as ever. Grandma buys good meat. She always buys some large intestine, liver, lungs and tripe. Everyone keeps tea and sugar, and even the oil of the ever-burning lamp dedicated to the icon is bought separately.

Looking at grandpa's tricks, I was both funny and disgusted, while grandma only felt ridiculous.

I started making money, too. Every rest day, I go to pick up cow bones, rags, scraps of paper and nails.

Some friends and I picked up junk and stole firewood and boards from the timber factory. In this village, stealing has become an ethos, which is not a sin, but almost the only means for ordinary people who are half hungry and half full to make a living.

My stepfather was fired and disappeared. My mother was silent and thin, and my little brother was ill and too weak to cry loudly.

Mom is getting thinner and thinner. Her slender body is like a fir tree refracted by branches. She is completely dumb. Sometimes, I will lie silently in the corner all day and die gradually. She's dying-of course I feel it, and I know it.

At noon on a Friday in August, my mother died and my stepfather just came back. He found something in one place, and his grandmother and little brother moved to him.

When people scattered dry sand on their mother's coffin, grandma went to the cemetery like a blind man. She ran into a cross and broke her face. ...

A few days after my mother was buried, my grandfather said to me, "hey, listen to me, you are not a medal, and there is no place to hang you around my neck." Go to the world to make a living ... "

So I went to the earth.

Respondent: Wu Xin-intern level March 20: 27, 2009

He lost his father in his early years and lived in his grandfather's house, which ran a small dye house. 1 1 years old began to make a living independently, and spent his childhood and adolescence at the bottom of the old society. Gorky's extraordinary early experiences are vividly described in his famous autobiography trilogy. The suffering of the world and the bitterness of life have honed his fighting spirit; In addition to heavy work, he also studies hard by himself. The experience and profound understanding of the painful life of the people at the bottom of society has become an inexhaustible source of his creation. 1892 with maxim? Under the pen name Gorky (meaning the greatest pain), he published his first novel, McArdle? Cudla. Among Gorky's early works, the most famous romantic short stories "Old Lady Izgil" and "Song of the Eagle" and the representative work "Cerca Shi" describing the life of vagrants were published in 1895. 1899, Gorky completed his first novel, Fuma? Gore deyev. 190 1 year, Gorky was arrested for participating in a demonstration in Petersburg. The famous prose poem "Song of Haiyan" was written after he participated in this demonstration. He used this passionate revolutionary prose to meet the revolutionary storm of the proletariat in the 20th century. In the same year, he wrote his first play Ordinary Citizen, and his outstanding achievement was to create the image of the first revolutionary proletariat (revolutionary worker Neil) in the history of world literature. 1902, he wrote "At the Bottom", which is a summary of the author's observation on the life of the homeless in the past 20 years and a masterpiece of Gorky's drama. Gorky joined the revolutionary movement as a soldier during the high revolutionary situation in 1905, and his residence became one of the strongholds of the armed uprising in Moscow in 1905.

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Little photographer

1928 Gorky lived in Leningrad in the summer. He often works by the window. One sunny morning, Gorky was reading a book. Suddenly, a small paper ball flew from the window to the table. Gorky opened the paper ball, which read: "Dear Comrade Gorky, I am a young pioneer. I want to take a picture of you and post it on our wall newspaper. Please ask them to let me in. I'll leave after taking the photo. "

Gorky looked out of the window and saw a little boy about 10 years old sitting on the sidewalk with a camera in his hand.

"Did you throw a paper ball?" Gorky asked.

"yes." The little boy stood up and bowed. "Please let me in!" "

"Come on, I'll let them let you in." Gorky said.

After a while, the little boy stood in front of Gorky. He looked at Gorky carefully, grinned, then pointed to the sofa with his finger and said, "Please sit here and read the newspaper."

Gorky took a newspaper and sat down according to the little boy's instructions. The little boy fiddled with it for a long time and said, "Everything is ready." Gorky cocked his face and smiled at him. Suddenly, the little boy sat on the ground and cried.

"What's the matter with you?" Gorky doesn't know what happened.

The little boy cried and said, "I left my film at home."

Gorky stood up quickly, and the little boy ran out with his camera. Gorky went to the window and shouted, "Come back, son! I'll give you the movie. "

The little boy cried and jumped on the tram. The tram left at once.

In the evening, the secretary told Gorky, "There is a photographer outside."

"Is it a little boy?" Gorky asked.

"No, he is a reporter for a magazine."

"Please tell him that I am very busy. However, if it is a little boy, let him in. "

You can have a look at Gorky's childhood sometime. Many of them are the shadows of his childhood stories, which should be enlightening!

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Childhood is the first part of Gorky's autobiography trilogy. It describes Gorky's childhood life from three to ten years old.

They had to be burned to death and their city had to be destroyed; He said that God punished people with hunger and plague, and he would rule the world forever with his sword and deal with sinners with his whip.

Grandma's God is a lovely friend of all living things. My grandfather's god scares me and is full of hostility: he doesn't love anyone and looks at everything with stern eyes. He first looked for and saw the bad, evil and guilty side of people.

My family doesn't want me to play in the street because the children in the street always bully me. What makes me sad is that Gregory, an old worker, is completely blind and begging in the street. Grandpa stopped hiring a long time ago.

Grandfather sold the house to the owner of the pub and bought another house. There are people living around, but what attracts me most is a tenant named "Good Things".

His room is almost full of boxes and books, and there are bottles, steel sheets and lead bars filled with liquids of various colors everywhere. He painted unknown pigments from morning till night, his hair was unkempt and clumsy, and he was always there melting lead and welding small copper things. The magic this man plays makes me curious.

People in the whole room don't like this good thing. They think he is a pharmacist, a wizard and a dangerous person. But I'm more and more curious about him. So, one day, I got up the courage to open his door.

Since then, I have often been with him. Ordinary things in the yard will become particularly meaningful after a word or two from him. A cat came running in the yard, stopped in front of a bright puddle, looked at its own shadow and raised its paw as if to hit it. -Good thing said softly, "The cat is arrogant and suspicious ..." Golden Rooster flew to the fence, stopped, patted his wings and almost fell down. It was angered, craned its neck and growled angrily. "This general has a big shelf, but he is not very clever ..." A child always bullies me, but I can't beat him. After listening to my experience, the good thing said, "This is a trivial matter; This power is not power, the real power lies in the speed of action; The sooner the stronger-do you understand? " His words really worked. I really hit the child. How amazing it is to say nice things!

Soon I had a strong feeling about beautiful things, and he became an indispensable person to me, whether it was a painful and humiliating day or a happy moment.

I went to find a tenant, and grandpa gradually found out. Every time I go, he gives me a good beating. Later, the good things were finally kicked out by my grandfather.

My friendship with the first person among countless outstanding people ended like this.

When I was young, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people send honey, knowledge and thoughts of life into the hive like bees. They tried their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of honey is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.

After the good things left, Uncle Peter and I became very close. He likes talking. It seems that people are very kind and happy, but his eyes are often bloodshot and turbid, sometimes as dull as dead people.

An old man moved in on our street. He has a strange habit: every rest day, he sits at the window and shoots dogs, cats, chickens and crows with a shotgun, and also shoots pedestrians he doesn't like.

On one occasion, the shooter hit a few grape-shot bullets on his grandfather's leg. Grandpa is angry. He filed a complaint with the judge and called the victims and witnesses in the street, but the old man suddenly disappeared.

Whenever Uncle Peter hears gunshots in the street, he will run into the street. Sometimes he lingers for a long time without results. About the hunter not admitting that he is a wild bird worth shooting. After a while, he was finally shot. He came up to us and said with satisfaction, "I hit my chin!" " "I was a little scared, so I asked," Can Master kill people? ""Why not? Yes They also kill each other. "

He is very affectionate to me, and talking to me is better than talking to adults. When he invited everyone to eat jam, the jam on my bread was very thick. He also told me many stories, but they were all strangely similar: every story contained things that tortured, wronged and oppressed people.

After a while, I met three children in Colonel Ovshnikov's hospital. We are friendly and have a good time. But Uncle Peter thinks they are young masters and poisonous snakes. It bothers me. Those three children were beaten at home, and they didn't do anything wrong to me.

Later, I found that Uncle Peter's depression and dementia became more and more frequent. No longer invite people to eat jam, my face is dry, my wrinkles are deeper, and I walk like a patient.

One day, the police came to see Uncle Peter, but he was gone. A few days later, Uncle Peter committed suicide in my backyard.

According to my grandmother's guests, Uncle Peter's real name is unknown. He is related to a case. He and his associates robbed the church a long time ago.

After listening to this, I seem to feel that everyone has become short, fat and terrible. ...

One Saturday morning, my mother came to my grandfather's house in a carriage. My mother is wearing a big, warm and soft red dress, and a row of big black buttons are nailed diagonally from her shoulders. I think my mother is beautiful and young, better than anyone else.

My mother's arrival changed my life like a wild horse. My mother began to teach me the word "secular" and let me learn to recite poems. Since then, we have been worried about each other. I often mispronounce words in my lines. If you know how to pronounce it in your heart, your exports will go out of shape. Sometimes I mispronounce on purpose. In fact, I like to sort out some meaningless lines, or in another way. This may be my creative desire when I was a child, but it always makes my mother angry. In the hammock, when I tell my grandmother, she sometimes laughs, but usually always blames me.

I think life is difficult, not only because my mother teaches me more and more homework, but also because homework is becoming more and more difficult to understand. More importantly, my mother is getting more and more sad. She often sits silently by the window of the garden for a long time, and the whole person becomes sloppy and more and more angry.

I also saw my grandfather preparing something that scared my grandmother and mother. One night, after my grandfather and my mother quarreled, my mother went to the tenant's house again. Grandfather gave her a good beating, and several thick hair pins went deep into her scalp. When I got up the courage to pull it out for her, the hairpin was bent. My grandmother begged me not to tell my mother, and I promised, but my heart was full of hatred for my grandfather. I finally found a suitable opportunity for revenge. There are 12 icons collected by my grandfather in the box on the top floor. While he didn't care, I grabbed a few and ran downstairs, took out my scissors, climbed into the hammock and began to cut the saint's head. Before I could cut the second one, my grandfather came and he wanted to beat me up. My mother arrived in time, and my grandfather was embarrassed to learn from me that my grandmother had been beaten.

In order not to let mom associate with the tenant, grandpa kicked out the original tenant. The room has been rearranged, and my grandfather will invite me. Uncle Jacob also came and brought a one-eyed bald watchmaker. I don't like him because he is ugly and eccentric, but my grandfather wants to marry his mother. One Sunday, the watchmaker came, and my grandfather forced my mother to see him. My mother strongly disagreed and took off her coat and skirt to show her resistance. My grandfather had to compromise, and my grandmother politely sent the watchmaker away. Mother's anti-marriage succeeded.

Since this happened, my mother immediately strengthened herself, straightened her back and became the head of the family. Grandfather has gone unnoticed. He hardly goes out. He always sits in the attic reading a mysterious book. He speaks to his mother more gently and is less angry.

There are many precious clothes and various gem necklaces in grandpa's box, and grandpa gave them to his mother. Mom is dressed more and more beautifully. She lives in two rooms in the front hall and often has guests coming in and out. The most frequent visitors are two people, one is police officer Peter and the other is yevgeny, whose mother later married him.

After the lively Christmas, my mother sent me and uncle Mikhail's son Sasha to school. A month later, Sasha began to play truant and carefully buried his schoolbag in the snow. Grandfather had to hire a guard for us. But Sasha finally ran away. He wants to be a robber because his stepmother, father and grandfather don't love him. I decided to become an officer.

I got smallpox, was put in the back attic, and lay in bed for more than three months. I was lying there and heard the noise at home getting louder and louder, as if something was going to happen. My grandmother often comes to see me, but she doesn't tell me.

Grandma often drinks and automatically tells me the story of her father.

My father became an orphan at the age of nine and became a good carpenter at the age of twenty. He has a crush on my mother, and he has been private for life. Once, grandma and mom were picking cranberries in the garden, and dad climbed over the wall to propose. Grandma knew that grandpa would resolutely oppose this marriage, but she felt sorry for the young couple and decided to let them go and agreed to hold the wedding a week later. When her grandfather learned about it and tried to stop it, the couple were already standing in the corridor of the church. Grandfather vowed never to see his parents again.

When I was about to be born, my grandfather forgave them, and my parents moved to my grandfather's house. Father is a lively and clever man, and often plays some practical jokes. Two uncles hate their father very much. One night, they tricked their father into an ice cave and almost killed him. The next spring, mom and dad left on the first sailboat.

When I can't sleep at night, I make up some sad stories. My father is always alone, walking somewhere with a stick in his hand. Followed by a long-haired dog.

Mother seldom comes to see me, but she is very busy. There are new changes in her that I don't know about.

One night, I fell asleep, woke up and felt my legs awake. I know, I can walk soon, which is great.

Mother married Ma Kexin Muff. Later, they went to Moscow and left me at my grandfather's house.

My grandfather and I were busy in the garden. When he was resting, he said to me, "Learn to work independently and don't be pushed around by others!" " Live honestly, but live stubbornly! You can listen to anyone, but do what you think is good ... "。

In autumn, grandpa sold the house and separated from grandma. Soon, my mother and my stepfather came back and said that the house was on fire and everything was burned out. My grandfather was bored for a while and suddenly said loudly to my stepfather, "There is a rumor reaching my ears, sir, and there is no fire. You lost all the cards ... ".

I lived with my mother and started to get wild. Every time I go to the street, I have to be beaten black and blue by the children in the street. Fighting is my only favorite pastime and has become a hobby. My mother slapped me with a belt, but the punishment angered me even more. Next time, I played harder with my children-my mother punished me even harder. In my heart, the blue flame with the smell of charcoal fire that resents everything, the feeling of heavy dissatisfaction, and the feeling of loneliness in this gloomy and lifeless atmosphere often erupt and smoke like ashes in my heart.

My stepfather was strict with me, ignored my mother and quarreled with her more and more.

I went to school, and everything disgusted me, but a bishop later made me feel very kind and happy. I took a ruble from home in order to buy a fairy tale book. Although I didn't want to hide the money, my mother beat me up. My classmates at school called me a thief, and I don't want to go to school again.

Once, my father hit my mother. He kicked her in the chest with his leg. During the quarrel, I knew that my father had gone to a woman's house. I picked up a knife and stabbed my father in the waist with all my strength. When the mother saw it, she screamed and pushed her stepfather away, only stabbing him a little. He hunched over and ran away.

Later, I told my mother that I killed my stepfather and myself. I think I will do it, and I will try my best to do it anyway. Until now, I still see that cheap long leg, swinging back and forth in the air, kicking a woman's chest with her toes.

I moved to my grandfather again. Grandpa and grandma are completely different. Everything is separate: today grandma pays for food and lunch, and tomorrow it's her turn to buy food and bread. On the day when it was his turn to buy, lunch was as bad as ever. Grandma buys good meat. She always buys some large intestine, liver, lungs and tripe. Everyone keeps tea and sugar, and even the oil of the ever-burning lamp dedicated to the icon is bought separately.

Looking at grandpa's tricks, I was both funny and disgusted, while grandma only felt ridiculous.

I started making money, too. Every rest day, I go to pick up cow bones, rags, scraps of paper and nails.

Some friends and I picked up junk and stole firewood and boards from the timber factory. In this village, stealing has become an ethos, which is not a sin, but almost the only means for ordinary people who are half hungry and half full to make a living.

My stepfather was fired and disappeared. My mother was silent and thin, and my little brother was ill and too weak to cry loudly.

Mom is getting thinner and thinner. Her slender body is like a fir tree refracted by branches. She is completely dumb. Sometimes, I will lie silently in the corner all day and die gradually. She's dying-of course I feel it, and I know it.

At noon on a Friday in August, my mother died and my stepfather just came back. He found something in one place, and his grandmother and little brother moved to him.

When people scattered dry sand on their mother's coffin, grandma went to the cemetery like a blind man. She ran into a cross and broke her face. ...

A few days after my mother was buried, my grandfather said to me, "hey, listen to me, you are not a medal, and there is no place to hang you around my neck." Go to the world to make a living ... "

So I went to the earth.

He lost his father in his early years and lived in his grandfather's house, which ran a small dye house. 1 1 years old began to make a living independently, and spent his childhood and adolescence at the bottom of the old society. Gorky's extraordinary early experiences are vividly described in his famous autobiography trilogy. The suffering of the world and the bitterness of life have honed his fighting spirit; In addition to heavy work, he also studies hard by himself. The experience and profound understanding of the painful life of the people at the bottom of society has become an inexhaustible source of his creation. 1892 with maxim? Under the pen name Gorky (meaning the greatest pain), he published his first novel, McArdle? Cudla. Among Gorky's early works, the most famous romantic short stories "Old Lady Izgil" and "Song of the Eagle" and the representative work "Cerca Shi" describing the life of vagrants were published in 1895. 1899, Gorky completed his first novel, Fuma? Gore deyev. 190 1 year, Gorky was arrested for participating in a demonstration in Petersburg. The famous prose poem "Song of Haiyan" was written after he participated in this demonstration. He used this passionate revolutionary prose to meet the revolutionary storm of the proletariat in the 20th century. In the same year, he wrote his first play Ordinary Citizen, and his outstanding achievement was to create the image of the first revolutionary proletariat (revolutionary worker Neil) in the history of world literature. 1902, he wrote "At the Bottom", which is a summary of the author's observation on the life of the homeless in the past 20 years and a masterpiece of Gorky's drama. Gorky joined the revolutionary movement as a soldier during the high revolutionary situation in 1905, and his residence became one of the strongholds of the armed uprising in Moscow in 1905.

Gorky and his son mainly summarized

My lover's name is catkin. Help me write a poem praising her. Thank you.

Poems praising the beauty of Long Bridge

Blackboard newspaper strengthens emergency response and improves self-help and mutual rescue ability.

What network TV support does anhui tv Economic Life Channel have?

The outline of Gorky's childhood story is about 60 words.

My name is Tang Yifeng. Help me write a poem praising me.

Poems praising rhinoceros dung.