Who wrote Diving, Growing Flowers and Social Drama?

Diving is lev tolstoy (левниколаевичтолсто).

A sailboat sailing around the world is returning. It was a calm day and the sailors were all on deck. A big monkey crawled around in the crowd, imitating people's movements and making everyone laugh. It knows that people make fun of it, so it is even more presumptuous.

The captain's son is only eleven or twelve years old, and he is also very happy. The monkey suddenly jumped in front of him, took off his hat and put it on his head, and quickly climbed up the mast. The sailors laughed again, and only the children were in distress, watching the monkey sitting on the first crossbar of the mast, taking off his hat and biting it with his teeth and tearing it with his claws, as if to make him angry on purpose. The child scared it and shouted at it. The monkey not only ignored it, but also tore it more fiercely.

The sailors laughed more happily, but their faces were red with childishness. He took off his coat and climbed up the mast to chase the monkey. He climbed up the rope to the first crossbar and was about to get his hat. The monkey was smarter than him, turned around and grabbed the mast and climbed up again.

"You can't escape!" The child shouted while chasing. Monkeys also turn around from time to time to make children angry. Climbing to the top of the mast, it hooked the rope with its hind foot, hung its hat on the top of the highest crossbar, and then sat on the top of the mast, twisting its body and grinning (z: and) doing strange things. One end of the crossbar is more than one meter away from the mast. Childish, he let go of the rope and mast, spread his arms and staggered up the crossbar to get his hat. At this time, all the sailors on the deck were shocked. As long as the child slips and falls directly on the deck, it will not die. Even if he walked to the beam and got his hat, it was hard to turn around. A man uttered a cry of fear. The child looked down at the cry and his legs shook.

Just then, the captain came out of the cabin with a gun in his hand. He is looking for seagulls. When he saw his son on the crossbar at the top of the mast, he immediately aimed at his son and shouted, "jump into the sea!" Come on! I will shoot if I don't jump! " The child was so scared that he staggered on the crossbar that he couldn't understand what his father said. The captain shouted again, "jump into the sea! Or I'll shoot! One! Two! " He shouted "three!" The child jumped down and jumped off the crossbar.

The child jumped into the sea like a shell with a splash. Twenty brave sailors jumped into the sea: 40 seconds-everyone thought it was too long. As soon as the child came up, the sailors immediately caught him and rescued him on the deck.

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Raising flowers is Lao She's work, and the contents are as follows:

I love flowers, so I also love planting flowers. I didn't become an expert in flower cultivation because I didn't have time to do research and experiments. I only regard growing flowers as a pleasure in life. Bloom doesn't care whether it is big or small. As long as it blooms, I am happy. In my small yard, in summer, there are flowers and plants everywhere. Kittens have to go upstairs to play, and there is no playground for them on the ground.

Although there are many flowers, there are no exotic flowers and grasses. Precious flowers and plants are not easy to feed. It is sad to see a good flower die of illness. I don't want to keep crying. The climate in Beijing is not suitable for growing flowers. Winter is cold, spring is windy, and summer is either drought or rainstorm; Autumn is the best, but suddenly there will be frost. In this climate, I have no ability to feed the beautiful flowers in the south. So I only raise some flowers and plants that are easy to live and can struggle on their own.

However, although flowers and plants will struggle on their own, most of them will die if I leave them to their own devices. I take care of them every day and care for them like a good friend. One to two, I touched some doorways: some like shade, so don't put it in the sun, and some like dryness, so don't water it more. It's fun, touch the doorway, feed the flowers and plants, live for three to five years, blossom and bear fruit. How interesting! Not nonsense, but knowledge! It must not be a bad thing to gain more knowledge.

I don't have leg disease. Not only can I walk badly, but I can't sit for a long time. I didn't know I took care of the flowers and plants, but I didn't thank them. I can thank them. I always write dozens of words when I work, so I go to the yard to have a look, water the tree, move the pot, then write a little more when I go back to the house, and then go out. This cycle combines mental work with physical work, which is beneficial to body and mind and better than taking medicine. If you catch a storm or the weather changes suddenly, you have to mobilize the whole family to save flowers and plants, which is very nervous. Hundreds of potted flowers should be rushed to the house, which makes people ache all over and sweat. The next day, when the weather improved and all the flowers were going to move out, my back ached and my legs ached, and I broke out in a sweat. However, how interesting it is! Isn't it true that you can't keep a flower alive without working?

The milkman praised "good smell" as soon as he entered the door! This makes our whole family very proud. When epiphyllum blooms, a few friends come to see it, which is more like a candlelight night outing-epiphyllum always blooms at night. Flowers are divided into roots, one tree is divided into several trees, and some are sent to friends; I naturally like to watch my friends take away the fruits of their labor.

Of course, there are times of sadness, such as this summer. Three hundred chrysanthemum seedlings are still on the ground (not yet moved into the pot), and it is raining heavily. The wall next door fell down, and about 30 kinds of chrysanthemum seedlings were crushed to death, 100 more trees! The whole family hasn't laughed for days!

There are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, flowers and fruits, and fragrant colors. It is necessary to work and learn. This is the fun of growing flowers.

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Social drama is Lu Xun's work, and its contents are as follows:

In the last twenty years, I have only seen China's plays twice. I never saw them in the first ten years, because I didn't see their significance and opportunities. Those two times were in the last ten years, but I left without seeing anything.

The first time was when I first arrived in Beijing in the first year of the Republic of China. At that time, a friend told me that Beijing opera was the best. Aren't you going to see the world? I think it's interesting to go to the theatre, but it's in Beijing. So everyone ran to the garden with great interest. The opera had already started and they heard the sound of winter and winter outside. When we entered the door, several red and green ones flashed in front of my eyes, and then I saw a lot of heads under the stage. Then I looked around, only to see that there were still a few empty seats in the middle. Someone commented on me when I squeezed over and sat down. Because my ears were ringing, I used my heart, and I heard him say, "Someone, no!" "

We retreated to the back, but a braid came, leading us aside and pointing out a position. This so-called man of status used to be a bench, but his chair was three-quarters narrower than my thigh, and his feet were more than two-thirds longer than my calf. First, I didn't have the courage to climb up, and then I thought of the lynching device, and I couldn't help coming out in horror.

After walking a lot, I suddenly heard my friend's voice, "What's the matter?" I turned my back, and it turned out that I also brought him out. He was surprised and said, "Why do you always leave and refuse?" I said, "friend, I'm sorry, my ears only ring in winter, but I didn't hear them."

I was surprised every time I remembered it later. It seems that the play is terrible-otherwise, I'm not fit to live off the stage recently.

The second time I forgot that year, in short, I raised a flood donation in Hubei, and Tan Jiaotian [2] was still alive. The way of donation is to buy a theater ticket for two yuan, and you can go to the first stage of the theater. Most of them play famous roles, and one of them is Tian. I bought a ticket, which was originally an excuse to convince the fundraiser, but it seems that another kind-hearted person took the opportunity to tell me something important that I couldn't see. So I forgot the disasters in the past few years and went to the first issue, but because the tickets were expensive, about half of the people were very comfortable. I found it was too late that day, but the first stage was a new structure. There's no need to fight for seats, so I'm relieved. It'll be put off until nine o'clock. Unexpectedly, as usual, everyone was full and it was difficult to stand on the stage. I had to squeeze into the distant crowd and watch an old man singing on the stage. Old Dan had two lighted paper sticks in his mouth, and there was a ghost pawn beside him. I thought hard before I doubted him or Manglietia's mother, because a monk came out later. However, I didn't know who the famous actor was, so I asked a fat gentleman who was crowded on my left. He gave me a contemptuous look and said, "Gong Yunfu!" I feel ashamed, humble and careless, and my face is hot. At the same time, my mind has made a rule that I will never ask again. So I watch Xiao Dan sing, Hua Dan sing and the old singer sing, and I don't know what role to sing. I saw a large group of people fighting, and two or three people fought each other, from 9: 00 to 10, 10 to10/30,10/30 to 12. However, this day has not yet arrived.

I have never waited so patiently for anything, but the panting of Mr. Fat around me, the beating of the stage in winter and winter, the swaying of red and green, and twelve o'clock suddenly made our province unsuitable for living here. At the same time, I rotate my body mechanically and squeeze hard. I feel my back is full, and the elastic fat gentleman has opened the right half in my empty space. I no way back, naturally crowded, finally out of the door. There are almost no pedestrians in the street except the vehicles waiting for tourists, but there are still more than a dozen people holding their heads high at the gate to watch the play. There are not a bunch of people standing without looking at anything. I think: they are probably watching the woman after the play, but the day of calling has not yet arrived. ...

But the air at night is very refreshing, which is really called "refreshing". It seems to be the first time to meet such good air in Beijing.

That night, that is, the night I sued China, I never thought of him again. Even if we pass by the theater occasionally, we are indifferent, mentally in the south of the world and in the north of the earth.

But I came across a Japanese book the other day, but I forgot the title and author. In short, it is about China's plays. One of them seems to be saying that China's plays are all about knocking, shouting and jumping, which makes the audience dizzy and unsuitable for the theater. However, if it is rambling in the wild, it seems to have its own charm from a distance. At that time, I thought this was exactly what I expected, because I do remember seeing very good plays in the wild, and I went to the theater twice after I went to Beijing, which may still be influenced by that time. Unfortunately, I don't know why I forgot the title.

As for when I watched the drama, it was already "far away", and I was probably only eleven or twelve years old at that time. It is our custom in Luzhen that every married daughter, if left unattended, will go back to her family for the summer. At that time, although my grandmother was in good health, my mother had already shared some housework, so I couldn't go back to the province for many days in summer, and I had to take time to stay for a few days after sweeping the grave. At this time, I live in my grandmother's house with my mother every year. That place is called Pingqiao Village, which is a remote riverside village not far from the sea. There are less than 30 households, all of which farm and raise fish, and there is only one small grocery store. But now I'm a paradise: because I'm not only given preferential treatment here, but also exempted from reading Rank-Rank Dry and Faint Nanshan (5).

I play with many children. Because of the tourists from afar, they all got their parents' permission, reduced their work and played games with me. In a small village, almost all the guests in the family are open. We are all about the same age, but when it comes to seniority, we are at least uncles and some are squires, because we all have the same surname and belong to our own family. However, we are friends. Even if we quarrel occasionally and hit the squire, the people in the village, old and young, will never think of the word "offending people", and 99% people can't read.

What we do every day is probably to dig earthworms, put them on small hooks made of copper wire, and lie down by the river to catch shrimps. Shrimp is a nerd in the water world. It never dares to hold the tip of the hook with its two pliers and send it to its mouth. It takes half a day to catch a big bowl. This shrimp belongs to me as usual. The second is to herd cattle together, but perhaps because of the death of higher animals, oxen and buffaloes bully strangers and dare to bully me, so I always dare not approach, so I have to stand at a distance. At this time, the children no longer forgive me for reading Rank Rank, but all laughed.

As for my first hope there, I'm going to see a play in Zhaozhuang. Zhaozhuang is a large village five miles away from Pingqiao village. Pingqiao village is too small to play by itself. How much money is given to Zhaozhuang every year is a joint venture. At that time, I never thought about why they had to act every year. Now I think it's either the spring competition or the social drama [6].

Just when I was eleven or twelve years old this year, the date has arrived. I didn't expect it to be a pity this year. I couldn't get on the boat in the morning. There is only one ship in Pingqiao Village that leaves early and returns late. It is a big ship and there is no reason to keep it. The rest are small boats and are not suitable for use; People from the center went to the neighboring village to ask, but no. They have already set it for others. Grandma was very angry and blamed her family for not making a decision earlier and rambling. Mother comforted Yi, saying that our play in Luzhen was much better than that in the small village. How many times a year? Forget it today. Only I am anxious to cry, but my mother strongly advised me not to pretend, for fear of making my grandmother angry again, and not to go with others, saying that I was afraid that my grandmother would be worried.

It's over anyway. In the afternoon, all my friends went, and the play had already started. I seem to hear the sound of gongs and drums, and I know that they are buying soybean milk to drink under the stage.

I didn't fish shrimp and ate less this day. Mom was too embarrassed to think. When it was time for dinner, grandma finally noticed and said I should be unhappy. They are too careless, which is not in line with the hospitality. After dinner, the teenagers who saw the play also got together and talked happily about the play. Only I don't talk; They all sighed and expressed sympathy. Suddenly, one of the smartest double happiness proposals appeared. He said, "Big ship? Isn't Uncle Ba's boat back? " A dozen other teenagers realized this and immediately encouraged them to get on the boat with me. I am very happy. However, my grandmother is afraid that she is a child and unreliable; Mom also said that if you ask adults to go with you, there will be work during the day, so it is unreasonable to ask him to stay up late. In this hesitation, Shuangxi saw the details again, and then said loudly, "I'll write the guarantee!" " The ship is very big; Fast boys never run around; We all know water! "

Really! None of these teenagers can swim, but two or three are good at making waves.

Grandma and mom also believed, so they stopped rejecting them and smiled. We rushed out the door at once.

My heavy heart suddenly relaxed, and my body seemed to stretch beyond words. As soon as I went out, I saw a white-covered boat moored on the flat bridge under the moon. Everyone jumped off the boat and happily pulled out the front pole, and Afa pulled out the back pole. The young people sat in the cabin with me, and the old people gathered at the stern. By the time my mother sent us out and told us to be "careful", we had set sail, knocked on the bridge stone, stepped back a few feet, stepped forward and got off the bridge. So he set up two paddles, one for two people and one for each person, shouting in a joke, and with the sound of splashing water from the gurgling bow, he flew radially forward on the river with mung bean fields on the left and right sides.

The fragrance of beans and wheat on both sides of the river and grass at the bottom of the river mixed with water vapor to blow on the face; The moonlight is hazy in the steam. The faint black rolling hills, like warm iron ridges, ran far to the stern, but I felt that the ship was very slow. They changed hands four times, and gradually saw the faint Zhao Zhuang, and seemed to hear the blowing of the Song Dynasty, and there were several ignitions. They think it is a stage, but maybe it is a fishing fire.

The sound was probably the flute, dancing and melodious, which calmed my heart a little, but I was lost again. I thought I should be scattered with him in the night wind with the smell of beans and wheat.

The fire is approaching, and it really is a fishing fire; I just remembered that what I saw before was not Zhaozhuang. Facing the bow is a clump of cypress pine. I also went to play last year and saw a broken stone horse lying underground and a stone sheep squatting in the grass. After crossing the forest, the boat turned into a fork, and Zhaozhuang was really in sight.

The most striking thing is a stage standing on the open space by the river outside the village. On the distant moonlit night, Mohu can hardly live without space. I suspect that the fairyland I saw in the painting appeared here. At this time, the boat went faster. Soon, people appeared on the stage, red and green. In the river near Taiwan Province, the awning of the people watching the play was black.

"There is nothing near Taiwan Province. Let's watch from a distance. " Afa said.

At this time, the ship is slow and will arrive soon. Sure enough, it's not near the stage, so everyone has to get off the pole, which is farther than the shed facing the stage. As a matter of fact, our Baimang boat doesn't want to be with Wu Peng's boat, and there is no open space. ...

When the boat stopped in a hurry, I saw a man with a black beard, with four flags on his back and a pike in his hand, fighting with a group of shirtless people. Shuangxi said that it was a famous steel-toed old man who could turn 84 somersaults in a row. He counted it himself every day.

We all huddled in the bow to watch the battle, but the steel-toed old man didn't somersault. Only a few shirtless people turned over, turned over for a while, all went in, and then a little Dan came out to sing. Shuangxi said, "There are few guests at night, and the old steel-toed students are slack. Who wants to show their skills in vain? " I believe this is true, because there were not many people in the audience at that time. The country people can't stay up all night for tomorrow's work, so they all go to bed early. Only dozens of idle people in their own village and neighboring villages stand sparsely. Of course, the families of the local rich people on Wu Peng's boat are also there, but they don't care about going to the theater. Most of them go down to the stage to eat cakes, fruits and melon seeds. So it can be counted as white land.

However, I don't care about watching somersaults. What I want to see most is a man in white cloth, holding a big snake essence on his head with both hands, followed by a yellow cloth jumping tiger. But after waiting for a lot of time, I didn't see it. Although Xiao Dan went in, a very old niche came out at once. I was a little tired, so I asked Guisheng to buy soybean milk. He went for a while and came back and said, "No, the deaf who sold soy milk also went back. Yes, I did. I also drank two bowls. Now go and get you a spoonful of water. "

I don't drink water, but I still look at it. I can't say what I see. I just feel that the player's face has become a bit strange, the facial features are not obvious, and there seems to be no harmonious height. The young yawned a lot, while the old talked about their own affairs. Suddenly, a clown in a red shirt was tied to a post and whipped by a man with a white beard. Everyone just cheered up and smiled. This evening, I think it's really the best discount.

However, Lao Dan finally came out. Lao Dan was my biggest fear, especially when he sat down to sing. At this time, I saw that everyone was disappointed, and I realized that their opinions were consistent with mine. At first, Lao Dan just sang back and forth, but later he sat in the middle chair. I'm worried; Double happiness, but broken mouth, mumbling curses. I waited patiently. After a long time, I saw Lao Dan raise his hand. I thought he was going to stand up, but he slowly put it in its original place and continued to sing. Several people in the whole ship could not help sighing, while the rest yawned. Shuangxi finally couldn't help it, saying, I'm afraid he'll sing until dawn, so let's go. Everyone agreed at once, and they were as enthusiastic as when they set sail. Three or four men rushed to the stern, pulled out the pole, backed off a few feet, turned the boat around, started paddling, scolded Lao Dan, and walked towards the pine forest.

The moon hasn't set yet, and it seems that it won't be long before I come to the theatre. When I left Zhaozhuang, the moonlight was particularly bright. Looking back, the stage was as ethereal as the first time, covered with Xia Hong. Blowing to the ear is a flute, which is very melodious; I suspect that Lao Dan has gone in, but I'm embarrassed to say that I want to go back and have a look.

Soon, Song Berlin was behind the boat, and the boat was not slow, but the darkness around it was only thick, so it was already late at night. When they talk about actors, curse or laugh, they speed up the swing. This time, the excitement of the bow is even louder. The boat was like a big white fish carrying a group of children, jumping in the waves. Several old fishermen who fished all night stopped the boat and watched and cheered.

There is still a mile to Pingqiao Village, but the boat is slow. The boatmen said they were very tired because they were too hard and had nothing to eat for a long time. This reminds me of Guisheng, saying that the Podocarpus is in full bloom and firewood is ready, so we can steal some to cook. Everyone agreed and immediately parked the boat near the shore; In the fields on the shore, all the dark oil is solid Podocarpus.

"Ah, Afa, this is your home, and this is the old six. Which side should we steal? " Double happiness jumped up first and said on the shore.

We all jumped ashore. Afa jumped up and said, "Wait a minute, let me have a look," so he touched it back and forth and straightened up and said, "What stole from us is much bigger." With a promise, everyone dispersed into Afa's bean field, each picked a handful and threw it into the hut. Double happiness thought that if Afa's mother knew that she was going to cry and scold, everyone would go to her father-in-law's field on June 1 and steal another handful.

We older ones are still rocking the boat slowly, some go to the back cabin to make a fire, and the younger ones peel beans with me. Soon the beans are ripe, so they are left floating on the water, surrounded and eaten by hands. After eating the beans, I set sail again, washing the dishes, and throwing the pods and shells into the river without leaving a trace. What worries Shuang is that the salt and firewood he used were taken from Hachi's boat. The old man is very careful, he must know and scold. However, after discussion, it boils down to not being afraid. If he scolds, we'll let him return a dead tree he picked up on the shore last year and call him "Ba Kuozi" to his face.

"Come back! There will be mistakes. I said I write a package ticket! " Double happiness suddenly said loudly on the bow.

I looked at the bow, and there was a flat bridge ahead. There is a man standing at the foot of the bridge, but that's my mother. Double happiness means talking to Iraq. I walked out of the front cabin and the boat entered the flat bridge. When I stopped the boat, we all went ashore. Mom was quite angry, saying that it was past midnight and why she came back so late, but she was very happy and invited everyone to eat fried rice with a smile.

Everyone said that they had eaten snacks and wanted to sleep when they were thirsty. It was better to go to bed early and go back separately.

The next day, I didn't get up until noon, and I didn't hear any news about the Bagong Salt Chai incident. I went shrimp fishing in the afternoon.

"Double happiness, you kid, stole my beans yesterday? I refuse to choose well, and it's broken a lot. " I looked up. It was my father-in-law on June 1 Sunday. He had returned from selling beans, and there was a pile of beans left on the boat.

"yes. Our treat. We didn't want you at first. Look, you scared my shrimp away! " Double happiness said.

When my father-in-law saw me, he stopped and smiled. "Treat?" -It should be. "So he said to me," Brother Xun, was the play good yesterday? "

I nodded and said, "OK."

"Can beans be eaten in China?"

I nodded again and said, "Good."

Unexpectedly, my father-in-law was very grateful on June 1 day. He gave a thumbs-up and said proudly, "This is really a talented person who has studied in Tuas! My beans are all carefully selected, and the country people don't know whether they are good or bad. They also said that my stupid boy is not as good as others'. Today I'm going to send some to our aunt to taste ... "So he went over with a hammer.

When my mother asked me to go back for dinner, there was a big bowl of cooked Podocarpus on the table, which was given to me and my mother by my father-in-law on June/Kloc-0. I heard that he also praised me to my mother and said, "I have learned at an early age, and I will definitely win the first prize in the future." Aunt, you are lucky to write a package ticket. "But I ate beans, but they weren't as good as the beans last night.

Really, until now, I really haven't eaten good beans like that night, and I don't watch any more plays like that night.

1October 922.