What is the original text of Lu Xun's Storm?

Original: On the clay ground near the river, the sun gradually received his yellow light. The sapium sebiferum leaves near the river by the field were dry before they caught their breath, and several flower-footed mosquitoes were humming and dancing below. In the sudden smoke of the farmers facing the river, the smoke from cooking is gradually reduced. Women and children wave some water on the clay yard at their doors and put down small tables and low stools. Everyone knows that it's time for dinner.

The old man sat on a low stool, rocking a big banana fan to chat, and the children ran like flying, or squatted under a Chinese tallow tree to gamble and play with stones. The woman brought out black steamed vegetables and yellow rice, and the heat was bitter fleabane bitter fleabane. The river passed by the literati's wine boat. When the writer saw it, he was full of poetry and said, "I am carefree, this is really a happy family!"

However, what Wen Hao said is somewhat untrue, just because they didn't hear what the old lady of Jiujin said. At this time, the old lady of nine catties was furious, and knocked on the stool foot with a broken banana fan and said,

"I have lived to seventy-nine, and I have lived enough. I don't want to see these ruined families.-I'd better die. I will have dinner soon, and I will eat fried beans and eat a poor family! "

Yi's great-grandson and daughter, weighing six pounds, was running from the opposite side. Seeing this situation, she went straight to the river, hid behind the Chinese tallow tree, held out the little head of her two horns, and loudly said, "This old bastard!"

Although the old lady of Jiujin is old, she is still not very deaf, but she still said to herself, "This is really getting worse with each generation!"

The custom in this village is a bit special. When a woman gives birth to a child, she likes to weigh it with a scale, so she uses the number of pounds as her nickname. Since she celebrated her 5th birthday, Jiujin's wife has gradually changed her family. She often said that when Yi was young, the weather was not as hot as it is now, and the beans were not as hard as it is now. In short, the times are wrong now. Besides, six catties is three catties less than Yi's great-grandfather, seven catties less than Yi's father, and one catty less. This is really an irrefutable example. Therefore, Yi said vigorously, "This is really getting worse from generation to generation!"

Yi's daughter-in-law (2) Sister-in-law, who was seven pounds, was walking to the table with a rice basket in her hand, so she threw it on the table and said angrily, "Your old man said that again. When six Jin was born, wasn't it six Jin and five Liang? The scale of your house is a private scale, and it is weighted, 18 Liang scale; After using the quasi-sixteen, our six kilograms should be more than seven kilograms. I think even the squire and the father-in-law are not exactly nine catties and eight catties, but the scales used may be fourteen taels ... "

" Every generation is worse than the next! "

Sister-in-law Qi Jin didn't answer. Suddenly, when she saw Qi Jin turning out of a small alley, she shifted her direction and shouted to him, "Why did you come back at this time? Where did you die? No matter what people are waiting for you to eat! "

Although Qijin lives in the countryside, she has some meaning of the apprentice. From his grandfather to him, three generations did not pinch the hoe handle; As usual, he helped people to support the boat. Once a day, he went to the city from Luzhen in the morning and returned to Luzhen in the evening, so he knew a lot about current events: for example, where Lei Gong killed centipede essence; Somewhere, the girl gave birth to a hag or something. He is indeed an appearance figure among the villagers. However, in summer, I don't light a lamp when eating, but I still keep the peasant habit, so I should be scolded for coming home too late.

Seven catties, holding an ivory mouth and a copper bucket with a length of more than six feet, walked slowly with his head down and sat on a low stool. Six catties also slipped out, sat beside him and called him dad. Seven pounds didn't answer.

"Every generation is worse!" Nine pounds of old lady said.

Seven Jin slowly raised his head and said with a sigh, "The emperor has sat in the dragon court."

Sister-in-law Qi Jin stayed for a moment and suddenly realized, "That's great. Isn't it necessary for the emperor to grant amnesty again?"

Seven Jin sighed again and said, "I don't have a braid."

"Does the emperor want a braid?"

"The emperor wants a braid."

"how do you know?" Seven catties sister-in-law some worry, quickly asked.

"Everyone in Xianheng Hotel said they wanted it."

Sister-in-law Qi Jin intuitively felt that things seemed a little bad at this moment, because Xianheng Hotel was well informed. Iraq caught a glimpse of seven pounds of bald head in a blink of an eye, and could not help but get angry, blaming him for hating him and blaming him; Suddenly despair, packed a bowl of rice, shoving in front of seven pounds, "or eat your rice quickly!" If you are sad, will you grow braids? "

The sun has collected all his last rays, and the water has returned to a cool state secretly; There was a noise of bowls and chopsticks on the clay ground, and everyone's back spit out sweat. After eating three bowls of rice, Sister-in-law Qi Jin raised her head by accident, and her heart could not help jumping. Through the sapium sebiferum leaves, Yi saw Zhao Qiye, who was short and fat, coming from the wooden bridge and wearing a long gown of sapphire bamboo cloth.

Master Zhao Qiye is the owner of Maoyuan Hotel in the neighboring village, and the only outstanding figure and scholar within thirty miles of Fiona Fang. Because of learning, there is a smell of old people. He has more than ten copies of the reflection criticized by Jin Shengtan (3), and often sits and reads word by word; Not only can he name the Iliad, but he even knows the names of Huang Zhong and Ma Chao. After the revolution, he put his braid on the top, like a Taoist; I often sigh that if Zhao Zilong were alive, the world would not be in such a mess. Sister-in-law's eyes are good. I saw earlier that today's Zhao Qiye is no longer a Taoist, but has become a smooth scalp with black hair. Yi knew that this must be the emperor sitting in the massage parlor, and there must be braids, and seven pounds must be very dangerous. Because Zhao Qiye's bamboo gown is not often worn, it has only been worn twice in the past three years: once when Asako, who was angry with him, was ill, and once when Uncle Lu, who had smashed his hotel, died; Now it's the third time, which must be another celebration for him and a disaster for his enemies.

Sister-in-law Qijin remembers that Qijin was drunk two years ago and once called Master Zhao a "cheap baby", so she immediately sensed the danger of Qijin and jumped in her heart.

all the people sitting at dinner stood up and lit their rice bowls with chopsticks, saying, "Seventh Master, please have dinner with us!" " Seven ye also nodded all the way and said "please please", but he walked all the way to the table of seven Jin's house. The seven catties greeted them at once, and the seventh master smiled and said "please please", while studying their food carefully.

"Sweet dried vegetables-did you hear the wind?" Zhao Qiye stood behind the seven catties and said opposite the seven catties sister-in-law.

"The emperor has sat in the Dragon Pavilion." Seven pounds said.

Sister-in-law Qi Jin looked at Seventh Master's face and tried her best to smile apologetically. "When will the emperor grant amnesty?"

"Imperial Amnesty? -Amnesty is slow and always Amnesty. " Seven ye here, debauchery suddenly severe, "but your seven jins braid, braid? This is an important matter. As you know, when you have long hair, you should keep your hair without leaving your head, and your hair without leaving your head ... "

Seven Jin and his wife have never read a book and don't know much about this classical mystery, but they feel that the learned Seventh Master said this, and the matter is naturally very important and irreversible, and it seems as if they have been sentenced to death. With a buzz in their ears, they can't say a word anymore.

"Every generation is worse than the next," said the old lady of nine catties, taking this opportunity to say to Master Zhao, "Now the long hair is just cutting people's braids, and monks are not monks, so it's impossible. Long hair in the past, like this? I lived to be seventy-nine, and that's enough. Long hair used to be-the whole horse was wrapped in red satin, dragged down, dragged down, and dragged to the heel; The prince is yellow satin, drag it down, yellow satin; Red satin, yellow satin-I've lived enough, and I'm seventy-nine. "

Sister-in-law Qi Jin stood up and said to herself, "How can this be good? Such a group of people, all dependent on him to feed, ... "

Zhao Qiye shook his head," that can't be helped. Without braids, what should be the crime is clearly written in the book one by one. No matter who is in his family. "

Sister-in-law Qi Jin was completely desperate when she heard it written in the book. I was so anxious that I suddenly hated seven pounds. Iraq pointed to the tip of his nose with chopsticks and said, "This dead body deserves it! When I rebelled, I originally said, don't punt, don't go to the city. He insisted on going to the city, rolled into the city, and was cut off when he entered the city. It used to be a silky black braid, but now it's made monks don't talk nonsense. What can we say when the prisoner is tired from what he has done to himself? This living dead prisoner ... "

When the villagers saw Zhao Qiye coming to the village, they all finished their meals and gathered around the dining table of Qijin's house. Seven catties knew that she was an appearance figure, and it was very unsightly for a woman to insult her like this, so she had to look up and say slowly:

"You said what you said today, then you ..."

"You prisoner of a living corpse ..."

Among the spectators, Sister Bayi was the best-hearted person, holding Yi's two-year-old posthumous child and watching the scene around Sister Seven catties. At this time, I was sorry, and I quickly persuaded her, "Seven pounds of sister-in-law, forget it." People are not gods, who knows what will happen in the future? Is seven catties sister-in-law, didn't also say at that time, there is nothing ugly without braids? Besides, the'm in the yamen hasn't given a notice yet ... "

Sister-in-law of seven catties didn't finish listening, and her ears were already red. He turned his chopsticks around, pointed to Bayi's nose and said, "Ah, what is this?"! Sister-in-law Bayi, it seems to me that I am still alone. Would I say such nonsense? At that time, I was crying for three days and everyone saw it; Even six catties this kid is crying, ... "Six catties just finished eating a big bowl of rice, took an empty bowl, and stretched out his hand to clamour for more. Sister-in-law of seven catties didn't good the spirit, so she stuck her chopsticks in the middle of Iraq's double maids and shouted, "Who wants you to talk?" You thief little widow! "

with a bang, Liu Jin's empty bowl fell to the ground, just touching a brick corner, and immediately broke into a big gap. Seven pounds jumped straight up, picked up the broken bowl, closed it for inspection, and shouted, "Damn it!" A slap knocked down six catties. Six catties lay crying, and the old lady of nine catties took Yi's hand and even said "each generation is worse than the next" and left together.

Bayi sister-in-law was also angry and said loudly, "Sister-in-law Qi Jin, you hate beating people with a stick ..."

Zhao Qiye was originally watching with a smile; But since Bayi sister-in-law said that "the old man in the yamen didn't notice", she was a little angry. By this time, he had walked around the table and then said, "I hate hitting people with a stick. What is it?". The soldiers are coming. You know, this time it was Zhang Dashuai (4), and Zhang Dashuai was the descendant of Yan Zhang Yide. If he had a snake spear, he would have the courage to do everything wrong. Who can resist him? "He grabbed his empty fist with both hands at the same time, as if holding an invisible snake spear, and grabbed a few steps from Bayi Sister-in-law." Can you resist him? "

Mrs. Bayi was shaking with her child in her arms. Suddenly, when she saw Master Zhao's face covered with sweat and staring, she was so scared that she dared not finish talking and turned around and left. Zhao Qiye followed, and while blaming Bayi Sister-in-law for her meddling, they gave way, and some people who had cut their braids and left them again quickly hid behind the crowd, fearing that he would see them. Zhao Qiye did not pay careful attention to the visit. Through the crowd, he suddenly turned behind the Chinese tallow tree and said, "Can you resist him?" Step onto the wooden bridge and walk away.

people in the village just stood there, calculating in their hearts, and they all felt that they could not resist Zhang Yide, so they decided that seven pounds would kill them. Since seven catties broke the imperial law, I remember that when he used to talk about the news in the city, he shouldn't be so proud with a long pipe, so he felt a little carefree about breaking the law of seven catties. They also seem to want to make some comments, but they feel that there is nothing to make. There was a buzzing noise, and mosquitoes all ran into the shirtless body and rushed to the Chinese tallow tree to make a market; They also slowly walked home and closed the door to sleep. Seven catties sister-in-law muttered, also took the guy and the desk stool to go home, closed the door and went to bed.

Seven Jin took the broken bowl home and sat on the threshold to smoke; But I was so sad that I forgot to smoke, and the light in the white copper bucket of Xiangfei bamboo pipe with ivory mouth more than six feet long gradually turned black. But in his heart, he felt that things seemed very critical, and he also thought of some methods and plans, but they were always very vague and could not run through: "Where's the braid?" Zhang Ba snake spear. Generation is not as good as generation! The emperor sits in the dragon court. The broken bowl must be nailed up in the city. Who can resist him? The book reads one by one. Damn it! ...... "

The next morning, seven catties still sailed into the city from Luzhen, and returned to Luzhen in the evening, and returned to the village with a six-foot-long Xiangfei bamboo pipe and a rice bowl. At the dinner table, he told the old lady of nine catties that the bowl was nailed in the city, and because of the big gap, he needed sixteen copper nails, one for three pence, and a total of forty-eight pence was used.

The old lady of Jiujin said unhappily, "Every generation is worse than the next. I've had enough. Three pence a nail; Former nails, like this? In the past, the nail was ... I lived for seventy-nine years,-"

Since then, although I went to the city every day as usual, my family scenery was always a little bleak, and the villagers generally avoided listening to the news he got from the city. Sister-in-law, who is seven pounds, has no good humor, and often calls him a "prisoner".

After more than ten days, Qi Jin came home from the city. She was very happy to see his woman and asked him, "What did you hear in the city?"

"I didn't hear anything."

"Did the emperor sit in the Dragon Pavilion?"

"They didn't say."

"Didn't anyone say anything in Xianheng Hotel?"

"Nobody said."

"I think the emperor must not sit in the massage parlor. I walked past Master Zhao's shop today, and I saw him sitting and studying again, with his braid on the top and no gown on. "

"............................."

"Do you think, don't sit in the massage parlor?"

"I think I won't sit down."

At present, his wife and villagers have given him considerable respect and treatment. In summer, they still eat on the clay yard at their doorstep; When everyone saw it, they all greeted with smiles. Jiujin's old lady has already celebrated her eightieth birthday, and she is still uneven and healthy. Six pounds of double maids have become a big braid; Although Yi has recently bound her feet, she can still help her sister-in-law with seven catties, holding her rice bowl with eighteen bronze nails, and limping on the clay court.

The Storm is a short story written by Lu Xun, a modern writer, in 192, which is included in the collection of novels "Scream". Through the description of a storm caused by braids in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the novel reflects the incompleteness of the Revolution of 1911, and reveals that the feudal monarchy was still ruling the countryside, the peasants were ignorant and backward, and they lacked democracy and free thought. And it shows that the future social revolution will be difficult to succeed if people's ideas are not completely changed.

The Storm revolves around the existence of "braid", and the events are ups and downs. The emotional changes of the characters follow the procedural evolution of the beginning, development, climax, ending and aftermath in a complete structure, and not only highlight the main characters, but also "write this while paying attention to others". The scene is not big, and all the characters are fresh and vivid. At the end of the novel, the limping appearance of "newly bound feet" deepened the theme of the novel and left a deep aftertaste, which was profound and thought-provoking.

On July 1, 1917, Zhang Xun, a feudal warlord, supported the restoration of Puyi, and asked the people to wear pigtails during the restoration. Lu Xun said in his essay After Illness: "However, there is still a small storm about braids, that is, Zhang Xun's' restoration'. If you are not careful, braids can be planted again. I have seen his braids deployed outside Beijing, which is really arrogant for people without braids. Fortunately, it failed in a few days ... ""... I mentioned it in The Storm ... "This novel is based on the historical events in zhang xun restoration.