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Pick up morning flowers at dusk means that although the flowers in the morning have withered, they can still be picked up at dusk, giving people meaning.

Introduction to "Pick up morning flowers at dusk" : This book is a collection of Lu Xun's reminiscence essays written in 1926, including ten articles. The first five articles were written in Beijing, and the last five articles were written in Xiamen. Initially, it was published in the bimonthly magazine "Wangyuan" under the general title "Revisiting Old Events". In July 1927, Lu Xun re-edited it in Guangzhou and added a "Small Introduction" and "Postscript". It was renamed "Morning Blossoms Plucked at Dusk" and was first published by Beijing Weiming Publishing House in September 1928. It is listed as one of the "Unnamed New Collections" compiled by the author. Reprinted in February 1929. In September 1932, the third edition was rearranged and published by Shanghai Beixin Book Company. The cover of the book was painted by Tao Yuanqing.

These ten essays are "Memories of Memories" ["Sanxian Collection·Auto-Selected Collection" and Preface], which relatively completely record Lu Xun's life path and experience from childhood to youth, vividly It depicts life in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, and is an important artistic document for studying Lu Xun's early thoughts and life as well as the society at that time. These chapters, written in a profound and meaningful way, are classic works of modern Chinese prose.

Quotation from "Morning Blossoms Plucked at Dusk"

·Lu Xun·

I often want to find a little quietness in the chaos, but it is not easy. It's so bizarre right now, and my heart is so confused. When a person has only memories left, life may be considered boring, but sometimes there are no memories at all. China's affairs are regulated, and world affairs are still in a spiral. When I left Sun Yat-sen University a few days ago, I remembered leaving Xiamen University four months ago. When I heard the planes blaring overhead, I actually remembered the planes that circled Beijing every day a year ago. I also wrote a short article at that time called "A Sleep".

Now, even this "sleep" is gone.

The weather in Guangzhou gets really hot early, and the setting sun shines in from the west window, forcing people to wear only a single piece of clothing. The pot of "water branches" on the desk is something I have never seen before: it is just a section of a tree. As long as it is immersed in water, the branches and leaves will become green and lovely. Looking at the green leaves, editing old drafts, and finally doing something. Doing this kind of thing can really drive away the heat even though you are still alive, but still as old as your death.

The day before yesterday, "Weeds" had been compiled; this time it was the turn of "Revisiting Old Things" that was successively published in "Wangyuan". I also changed the title for it: "Morning Flowers and Evenings" pickup". It would be much better to fold the flowers with the dew on them, but I can’t. Even the weird and messy things in my mind now, I still can't turn them into weird and messy articles immediately. Or, when I look up at the flowing clouds, they will flash before my eyes.

For a while, I repeatedly recalled the fruits and vegetables I ate in my hometown when I was a child: water chestnuts, monk beans, wild rice, and cantaloupe. All of these are extremely delicious; they all once tempted me to feel homesick. Later, I tasted it after a long absence, but it was nothing more than that; only in my memory, the old meaning remained. They may want to deceive me all my life and make me think twice. These ten articles were copied from memory, and may be somewhat different from the actual content. However, this is all I remember now. The writing style is probably very messy, as it was written and discontinued over a period of nine months. The environments are also different: the first two were written under the east wall of the apartment in Beijing; the third three were written while living in exile, in a hospital and a carpenter's room; but the last five were written upstairs in the library of Xiamen University, already among scholars. After they squeezed out of the group.

On May 1, 1927, Lu Xun recorded at Baiyun Tower in Guangzhou.

"Morning Flowers Plucked at Dusk" Table of Contents:

Xiaoyin

Dog·Cat·Rat

A Changhe's Classic of Mountains and Seas

Twenty-Four Filial Piety Pictures

Five Ramps Meeting

Impermanence

From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore

Father's Illness

Miscellaneous Notes

Mr. Fujino

Fan Ainong

Postscript

"Morning Blossoms Plucked at Dusk" was written by Lu Xun A collection of essays. The author said that these articles are "reminiscences" "copied from memory". It was originally titled "Revisiting Old Things" and was published in the semi-monthly magazine "Wangyuan". When it was assembled in September 1928, it was renamed "Morning Blossoms Plucked at Dusk".

"Morning Blossoms Picked Up at Dusk" *** contains 10 works. Including: "Dog.Cat.Rat", which depicts disgust and hatred towards cats; "A Chang and the Classic of Mountains and Seas", which commemorates the eldest mother; "Twenty-Four Pictures of Filial Piety", which criticizes the feudal concept of filial piety; and "Five Rampant Meeting", which expresses the shadow of feudal patriarchy. "; "Impermanence", which depicts the legendary seducer of superstition; "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore" written by Shou Jingwu, a private school teacher; "Father's Disease" which exposes the misunderstandings of quack doctors; and describes a disgusting Mrs. Yan who has evil intentions. The vivid "Miscellaneous Notes"; the Japanese teacher "Mr. Fujino" to whom Lu Xun was most grateful; and the "Fan Ainong", his friend from the same country who lived in poverty all his life.

"Picking Up Flowers in the Morning and Evening" closely combines memories of the past with real life, fully demonstrating the author's great enthusiasm for paying attention to life and social reform.

After reading:

I don’t know why Lu Xun changed "bringing up old things again" to "picking up morning flowers at dusk", but I have to say that the morning flowers picked up at dusk are not only It's just old things, but new things, happy things and sad things.

It is undeniable that Lu Xun’s scolding skills are unique in China, so much so that some people feel uneasy when he scolds dogs, cats, and writes about rats. Once the spiked hat is put on, it cannot be taken off. . No wonder Mr. Lu likes to call "dogs". This good thing that "calling beasts" is not "breaking the law" is only taken advantage of by his old man. At least he is happier and more comfortable than the white knife that goes in and the red knife that kills pigs.

Not to mention whether those "famous professors" are bloody, but the "high hat" of "not to be trifled with" is firmly worn, and they openly "praise and criticize works based on motives" are People can tell that the "dagger" hits the "vital point".

Even this thin collection of memoirs and essays is full of indignation, in contrast to the sharpness of other essays and novels. Satire is charming, of course, in Lu Xun's writings, it's called art.

Every junior high school Chinese language textbook contains Lu Xun’s articles, and most of them are probably chosen from this nice name - "Morning Flowers Picked Up at Dusk". After thinking about it for a long time, I also thought, "Morning Flowers Picked Up at Dusk" What does it taste like?

Acid. Indeed, reading Lu Xun's articles is a bit sour. What is so sour? Sad. Look at "Father's Illness". The author never writes directly about the decline of the family. He only writes about the hustle and bustle words spoken by his father. At the end of the chapter, Mrs. Yan instigated the author to call her father, but this left the author with the "biggest mistake". It's touching, but also secretly mocking Mrs. Yan's selfish, talkative and evil image.

Sweet. Not to mention the warmth of A Chang and Lu Xun's New Year greetings, not to mention the joy and bustle of watching social operas and the Wuyang Festival, just mention the childlike charm of Baicao Garden, "the oil flies are singing in low voices, and the crickets are playing the piano here", all the feelings The innocence and romance, all the kindness and tenderness that I experience, seem to have crossed the unique Lu's Bridge and entered the sweet childhood hometown.

Bitter. It is bitter to become the enemy of "celebrities" and "gentlemen". It is bitter to die of Chang and my father. It is bitter to bid farewell to Mr. Fujino. It is even harder to jump into the "big dye vat" of old China and not be able to escape. The revolution suffered, the people suffered, Lu Xun suffered, and this book "Plucked in Morning Blossoms at Dusk" was written through violence, darkness, and smog.

Spicy. The true character of Lu Xun. The spicy writing style will naturally have people that the pen tip points directly at. The phrase "with a cold eyebrow and a thousand fingers" gives an awe-inspiring image of a strong man who is merciless in his criticism and ridicule of the opposition and conservative forces. For example, the sharp and mean satire on Chen and Xu is slightly spicy in the mouth, but it penetrates the intestines and stomach in the stomach, which is very interesting.

Salty. The smell of tears. The simple and touching prose is enough to make people cry. The bits and pieces of old events are the salt of the epic poem "Plucked in the Morning and Evening." What is salty is the memories, and what is splashed is the deep thinking of the readers.

Most of the memoirs I have read are about the leisurely mood of catching flowers and catching shadows in the wind, but I have never seen that the morning flowers picked up at dusk have a unique flavor.

Couplet about picking up flowers in the morning and evening:

Drinking flowers and wine alone to release the flowers in the chest

Cold clothes can't stand the heat

Who can pick up the flowers in the morning and evening? Belong

Sweet, sour, salty, spicy and bitter