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Xiao Hong (1911June1942 June11October 22nd) is a famous modern female writer in China. A native of Hulan County, Heilongjiang Province (now Hulan District, Harbin City), formerly known as Zhang Youying, "Xiao Hong" was the pseudonym used when publishing Life and Death Field, and there were other pseudonyms such as Yinqiao, Lingling and Tiandi. Xiao Hong, known as "the goddess of literature in 1930s", is the most miserable woman among the four talented women in the Republic of China and a legend. She has the same life experience as Li Qingzhao, a poet, and has been in extreme pain and ups and downs, which can be described as a more unfortunate one. However, she faces the whole secular world with a weak and sickly body. In the national disaster, she experienced rebellion, awakening and struggle, and fought against fate again and again. Although her works do not directly describe her experience, they add a deep understanding of human nature and society to female consciousness. She takes "the ignorance of human nature" and "transforming the national soul" as artistic pursuits, and deeply calls for democratic spirit and personality consciousness in "the ruthless analysis of traditional consciousness and cultural mentality". Xiao Hong's life is a life of struggle and struggle without bowing to fate. It should be said that the appearance of Xiao Jun directly affected her fate, triggered her to start literary creation, and she entered her life.

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Mr. Lu Xun's laughter is clear and heartfelt joy. If someone says something funny, Mr. Lu Xun laughs so hard that he can't even hold a cigarette, and often coughs with laughter.

Mr. Lu Xun walks very lightly. What people remember clearly is that he just grabbed his hat and buckled it on his head, while his left leg stretched out, as if he were walking desperately.

Mr. Lu Xun doesn't pay much attention to people's clothes. He said, "I can't see who is wearing what clothes ..."

Mr. Lu Xun was ill at one o'clock. The window is open. He sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette. I was wearing a novel red coat with wide sleeves that day.

Mr. Lu Xun said: "It's sultry, it's rainy." He put the cigarette on the ivory holder, wrapped it tightly with his hand, and said something else.

Mr. Xu is too busy with housework to appreciate my clothes.

So I said, "Miss Zhou, do my clothes look good?"

Mr. Lu Xun took a look from top to bottom: "Not very beautiful."

After a while, he added, "Your skirt is not in the right color. Not that the red coat doesn't look good. All kinds of colors look good. The red coat should be matched with a red skirt, otherwise it will be a black skirt, and the brown one will not work. " These two colors are blurred together ... can't you see foreigners walking in the street? Never wear a green skirt below and a purple coat above, and never wear a red skirt first and then a white coat ... "

Mr. Lu Xun looked at me on the couch and said, "Your skirt is brown with plaid, and the color is very turbid, which makes the red skirt ugly."

"... thin people don't wear black clothes, fat people don't wear white clothes; Women with long feet must wear black shoes, and women with short feet must wear white shoes; Fang Gezi's clothes can't be worn by fat people, but they are better than the horizontal ones; If a fat man wears a horizontal grid, he will crack the fat men on both sides and make it wider. If a fat person wears vertical stripes, it will make people look longer vertically and wider horizontally ... "

That day, Mr. Lu Xun was very interested, and simply criticized my pair of booties, saying that my booties were worn by soldiers because there was a thread-knitted handle in front of and behind the boots, which was put under the pants according to Mr. Lu Xun's statement. ...

I said, "Mr. Zhou, why didn't you tell me how long I wore those boots?" Why do you think of it now? " Aren't you wearing it now? Isn't this my other shoe? "

"I didn't say you wore it. When you wear it, you said you shouldn't wear it. "

I'm going to a party that afternoon. I want xu teacher to find me some cloth or silk to tie my hair. Mr Xu brought beige, green and pink ones. Xu teacher and I chose beige. In order to make fun of it, I lifted the pink Mr. Xu and stuck it in my hair. Mr. Xu said happily:

"good-looking! How beautiful! "

I am also proud, disciplined and naughty, waiting for Mr. Lu Xun to meet us here.

When Mr. Lu Xun saw this scene, he was angry. He lowered his eyelids and looked at us:

"Don't pretend to be her like that ..."

Mr. Xu is a little embarrassed.

I am quiet, too.

When Mr. Lu Xun was teaching in Beiping, he never lost his temper, but often looked at people in this way. Xu teacher often told me that when she was studying in a women's normal university, Miss Zhou would look down at them when she was angry. This kind of vision was described by Mr. Lu Xun himself when he wrote Mr. Fan Ainong. Anyone who came into contact with this kind of vision will feel urged by the omniscient of that era.

I began to ask, "How does Teacher Zhou know that women wear clothes?"

"I have read books about aesthetics."

"When did you see ..."

"Probably when studying in Japan ..."

"The book you bought?"

"I don't necessarily buy it, but I may see it from where I caught it ..."

"Is it interesting?"

"Look around ..."

"What is Mr. Zhou reading this book for?"

"..." No one answered. It seems difficult to answer.

Xu teacher said, "Teacher Zhou reads everything."

When I was a guest at Mr. Lu Xun's house, I first came to Hongkou from the French Concession, and it took almost an hour by tram, so I came less often. I still remember one time I talked about midnight, and the tram disappeared after twelve o'clock, but I don't know what I said that day. When talking about a paragraph, I looked at the round clock on the small long table next to me. At 11: 30 and 11: 45, the tram left.

"Anyway, it's twelve o'clock, and the tram has left. Let's sit down for a while." Mr. Xu is so persuaded.

Mr. Lu Xun seems to have listened to his words and aroused his fantasy. He was thinking with an ivory cigarette holder.

It was xu teacher who saw me (and other friends) out after one o'clock. It was raining in Mao Mao outside, and the lights in the alley went out completely. Mr. Lu Xun told Mr. Xu to go back by car and pay for it himself.

I will live in Sichuan North Road in the future, and I will definitely come to the mainland new village after dinner every night. Windy days, rainy days, almost uninterrupted.

Mr. Lu Xun likes northern rice very much. I also like to eat fried things and hard things, and even don't eat milk when I get sick later. When the chicken soup is served, just take a spoonful or two.

One day, I was invited to jiaozi for dinner. I was still living in the French Concession, so I brought sauerkraut and beef ground with a meat grinder. Mr. Xu and I stood at the square table behind the living room and wrapped it up. Mr. Yinghai made a fuss about it. Later, he made the dough into round cakes. He said that he made a boat and sent it to our eyes. We didn't look, so we turned around and he made a chicken. Xu teacher and I don't watch, try to avoid praising him. If we praise him, we are afraid that he will do more.

It was dark the day before yesterday after dusk in the living room, and I felt a little cold on my back. I know I don't have enough clothes, but I'm busy and I don't have any clothes. Jiaozi finished eating, and we saw that the quantity was not much. Only then did I know that xu teacher talked too much and delayed his work. How did xu teacher leave home, how did he go to Tianjin to study, and how did he become a governess when he was studying at Women's Normal University? The description of her tutor exam is very interesting. She only took one exam, but after dozens of exams, it was difficult for her to be selected. I hope I can make up for my tuition. Winter is coming, Beiping is cold, and that school is far from school. In addition to the car fare, I have to spend my own money to buy aspirin when I have a cold, and I have to travel from Xicheng to Dongcheng at a salary of 10 yuan a month. ...

Jiaozi was ready. As soon as he went up the stairs, he heard the clear laughter of Mr. Lu Xun upstairs and ran downstairs. It turns out that some friends are also chatting very lively upstairs. I ate well that day.

Later, we made leek zygotes and hinge cakes. As soon as I hinted that Mr. Lu Xun would definitely agree, but I didn't do well, Mr. Lu Xun still held chopsticks at the dinner table and asked xu teacher, "Can I have some more?"

Because Mr. Lu Xun has a bad stomach, he should take one or two "spleen self-beauty" stomach medicines after every meal.

One afternoon, Mr Lu Xun was proofreading a book written by others. As soon as I entered the bedroom, Mr. Lu Xun turned from his round-backed chair and stood up slightly towards me.

"Long time no see, long time no see." He nodded to me as he spoke.

Didn't I just come here? How come Mr. Zhou has forgotten the time when I came in the morning for a long time, but I come every day ... how can I forget everything?

Mr. Zhou turned and sat on the sofa, and then smiled to himself. He's joking.

In the rainy season, there are few sunny days. One morning, as soon as it cleared up, I ran to Mr. Lu Xun's house happily and panted upstairs. Mr. Lu Xun said, "Come!" I said, "Coming!"

I can't even drink tea because I'm out of breath.

Mr. Lu Xun asked me:

What can I do for you?

I said, "It's sunny and the sun is out."

Both Mr. Xu and Mr. Lu Xun are laughing, a knowing smile that breaks through the melancholy mood.

Yinghai saw me and had to pull me into the yard to play with him and pull my hair or clothes.

Why doesn't he pull others? According to Mr. Zhou, "he thinks that you wear braids, just like him. Others are adults in his eyes, just because you are young. "

Mr Xu asked Yinghai, "Why do you like her? Don't like others? "

"She wears her hair in braids." Just pulling my hair.

Mr. Lu Xun has few or no guests at home, especially those who live in his home. One Saturday night, dinner was set in Mr. Lu Xun's bedroom on the second floor, and the table was full of people. Saturday night is always like this. Mr. Zhou and his family came to visit. At the table sat a thin and tall man in a porcelain vest. Mr. Lu Xun said: "This is a fellow countryman and a businessman."

At first glance, it seems right. Wear China pants and cut your hair short. At dinner, he also asked others to drink and poured me a cup. His attitude is very lively, unlike that of a businessman. After dinner, we talked about "pseudo-free books" and "two-hearted collections". This very enlightened businessman is rare in China. Those who haven't seen it will always feel uneasy.

The next time I ate at the Eight Immortals table behind the living room downstairs, the sun was shining and the hot air was blowing intermittently. Although it is dusk, the living room is not dark the day after tomorrow. Mr. Lu Xun's hair was newly cut, and I can still remember a bowl of yellow croaker on the table, which is probably to Mr. Lu Xun's taste and fried. There is a bowl of wine in front of Mr. Lu Xun. The bowl is flat, as if it were for eating. That businessman can drink, too, and the bottle hand is standing next to him. He said that Mongolians are like Miao people. When passing through Tibet, Tibetan women will do whatever they want when they see men chasing her.

This businessman is really strange. Why does he travel instead of doing business? And he has read all Mr. Lu Xun's books, starting from this and starting from that. Yinghai called him Mr. X. As soon as I heard the word X, I knew who he was. Mr x often comes back late. He came out from Mr. Lu Xun's house and met several times in the alley.

One night, Mr. X came down from the third floor, holding a small box and wearing a robe, and stood in front of Mr. Lu Xun. He said he was moving out. He resigned and Mr. Xu sent him downstairs. At this time, Mr. Zhou walked around the floor twice and asked me:

"Do you think he is a businessman after all?"

"yes." I said.

Mr. Lu Xun took a few interesting steps on the floor, and then said to me, "He is a businessman selling contraband, selling spiritually ..."

Mr. X came back from 25,000 miles away.

Young people write too hastily, and Mr. Lu Xun hates it.

"Words don't have to be well written, but you have to let people know at a glance. The young man is too busy now ... he quickly finished writing at random, and others can't understand it after reading it three or five times. He doesn't care how long it takes. It's not his work anyway. This is not very good. "

But he still reads every letter of a young man from different corners. Wear glasses when your eyes are weak, and often see deep at night.

Mr. Lu Xun admires Kolwitz's paintings and her. Colwitz was oppressed by Hitler and was not allowed to be a professor or a painter. Mr. Lu Xun often talks about her.

Smedley, Mr. Lu Xun also said that she was an American woman who helped the Indian independence movement, and now she is also helping China.

The films introduced by Mr. Lu Xun to people: Xia Boyang, Revenge Encounter ... The rest, such as Mount Tai, the ape ... or African monsters, are often introduced to people. Mr. Lu Xun said: "There is nothing to see in movies. Seeing birds and animals can increase our understanding of animals. "

Mr. Lu Xun did not visit the park, but lived in Shanghai for ten years. Zhaofeng Park and Hongkou Park have never been there. As soon as spring comes, I often tell Miss Zhou that the soil in the park is so soft and the wind in the park is so soft. Teacher Zhou promised to choose a sunny day and a Sunday during the holiday. We can go together and take a bus all the way to Zhaofeng Park, which is also a short trip, but this is just an idea, but it has not been done. The park has been defined. Mr. Lu Xun said, "I know what the park looks like ..."

I have been to Zhaofeng Park, Hongkou Park or French Park. It seems that this definition can be applied to park designers in any country.

Mr. Lu Xun doesn't wear gloves and scarves. In winter, he wears a black stone blue cotton robe, a gray felt hat on his head and black canvas rubber soled shoes on his feet.

Rubber soled shoes are particularly hot in summer and cold and wet in winter. Mr. Lu Xun is in poor health, so everyone proposes to change this pair of shoes. Mr. Lu Xun refused. He said that shoes with rubber soles are convenient for walking.

"How many roads does Mr. Zhou walk a day? Isn't it just a turn to XX Bookstore? "

Mr. Lu Xun just smiled.

"Zhou is not a good cold? Without a scarf, won't the wind catch a cold? "

Mr. Lu Xun is not used to this. He said:

"I have never worn gloves and scarves since I was a child, and I can't get used to it."

When Mr. Lu Xun pushed open the door and came out from home, his hands were exposed, his wide cuffs were facing the wind, and he walked forward with a black silk printed bag under his arm, wrapped in books or letters, and walked to the old target road bookstore.

That luggage must be taken out every day when you go out and brought back when you come back. Bring back letters to the young people when they go out, and bring back new books, letters and manuscripts that the young people invited Mr. Lu Xun to read when they come back.

Mr. Lu Xun came back from the outside with a printed bag and an umbrella in his hand. As soon as he entered the living room, he sat with the guests, hung his umbrella on the hanger and chatted with them. After talking for a long time, the water droplets on the umbrella have gathered on the floor along the umbrella pole.

Mr. Lu Xun went upstairs to get a cigarette, carrying a printing bag and an umbrella, so he took it upstairs conveniently.

Mr. Lu Xun has a strong memory, and his things are never scattered anywhere casually.

Mr. Lu Xun likes northern tastes very much. Mr. Xu wants to hire a northern cook, but Mr. Lu Xun thinks it is too expensive to hire a footman, at least fifteen yuan.

Therefore, it is Mr. Xu who buys rice and charcoal. I asked xu teacher why the two maids were old, both in their sixties and seventies. Mr. Xu said that they are used to it. When Yinghai was a few months old, her nanny was here.

Just then, the stout nanny came down the stairs and met us head on.

"Sir, didn't you drink tea?" She quickly took a cup to pour tea. When I first came downstairs, the wheezing voice was still rumbling in my throat. She is really old.

When the guests came, Mr. Xu didn't leave the kitchen, and the food was very rich. Fish and meat are packed in big bowls, ranging from four or five bowls to seven or eight bowls. But there are usually only three bowls of vegetables: a bowl of vegetable fried bean sprouts, a bowl of bamboo shoots fried pickles and a bowl of yellow croaker.

This dish is extremely simple.