Which text is Young Runtu?

"Young Runtu" is selected from Lu Xun's "Hometown". The full text is as follows:

I braved the severe cold and returned to a place that was more than 2,000 miles away and had been away for more than 20 years. Go to hometown. Since it was late winter; as we approached my hometown, the weather became gloomy again. The cold wind blew into the cabin with a whistling sound. Looking out from the slit, I saw several desolate deserted villages far and near under the pale yellow sky. Lively. My heart couldn't help but feel sad. Ah! Isn’t this the hometown I remember from time to time in the past twenty years? Nothing like this is what I remember from my hometown. My hometown is much better.

But if I want to remember his beauty and describe his good qualities, there are no images or words. It seems like that's it. So I explained to myself: The same is true in my hometown. Although there is no progress, it may not be as sad as I feel. This is just a change in my mood, because I am not in a good mood when I return to my hometown this time. I came here specifically to say goodbye to him this time. The old house where we have lived together as a family for many years has been sold to a different family.

The deadline for handing over the house is only this year, so I must hurry up before the first day of the first lunar month. I say goodbye to the familiar old house and stay away from the familiar hometown and move to a different place where I am making a living. The next morning I arrived at the door of my house. Many dead grass stems on the corrugated roof were shaking in the wind, explaining why this old house would inevitably change hands. The main family who lived a few rooms away had probably moved out, so it was very quiet. When I arrived outside my room, my mother had already greeted me, and then my eight-year-old nephew Honger flew out.

My mother was very happy, but she also had a lot of desolation in her face. She taught me to sit down, rest, and drink tea, not to mention moving. Hong'er had never seen me, he stood far away and just looked at me. But we finally talked about moving. I said that the apartment outside had been rented, and I bought a few pieces of furniture. My mother agreed, and the luggage had been gathered. I also sold half of the wooden furniture that was difficult to carry, but I couldn't collect the money. "You rest for a day or two and visit your relatives and family, and then we can leave.

My mother said. I have informed him of the approximate date of your arrival, and he may be coming soon." At that moment, a magical picture suddenly flashed in my mind: a golden full moon hung in the deep blue sky, and below was the sandy land by the seaside, with endless green watermelons growing as far as the eye could see, with an eleven in the middle. The two-year-old boy, wearing a silver ring around his neck, held a steel fork in his hand and stabbed a harpoon with all his strength, but the harpoon twisted its body and escaped from his crotch.

This young man is Runtu. When I met him, he was only over ten years old, which was about thirty years ago. At that time, my father was still alive and my family was well off, so I was just a young master. That year, my family was worth a big sacrifice. It is said that this sacrifice only happens once in more than thirty years, so it is very solemn. During the first month of the year, there are many offerings to the ancestors, and the sacrificial vessels are very particular. There are also many worshipers, and the sacrificial vessels must be guarded against theft.

My family only has one busy month (there are three types of workers here: those who work for a certain family throughout the year are called long-term workers; those who work for others on a daily basis are called short-term workers. I also farm, and only work during the Chinese New Year) During festivals and rent collection, he was too busy, so he told his father that he could ask his son Runtu to take charge of the sacrificial vessels. My father agreed; I was also very happy, because I had heard the name Runtu before, and Knowing that he and I are about the same age, he was born in the leap month and lacks earth in the five elements, so his father called him Run Tu.

He can pretend to be [Gong Jing] and catch little birds, so I look forward to it every day. New Year, New Year, and Runtu arrived. Finally, at the end of the year, my mother told me that Runtu was here, so I ran to see him. He had a round purple face and a hat on his head. He wore a small felt hat and a bright silver collar around his neck. This shows that his father loved him very much and was afraid that he would die, so he made a wish in front of the gods and Buddhas and tied him with the collar.

He was very shy when meeting people, but he was not afraid of me. He would talk to me when no one else was around, and within half a day we became acquainted. We didn’t know what we were talking about at that time. I just remember that Runtu was very happy and said he was going to the city. After that, I saw many things I had never seen before. The next day, I asked him to catch birds. He said, "This can't be done. It will only be possible if it snows heavily.

It snowed on our sandy land. , I swept out an open space, used a short stick to prop up a big bamboo plaque, and spread the grain. When I watched the birds come to eat, I just pulled the rope tied to the stick from a distance, and the bird covered it. The bamboo plaque fell. So I was looking forward to snow again. Runtu said to me: "It's too cold now. Come to our place in the summer. We go to the beach to pick up shells. There are red and green ones. Ghosts." There are people who are afraid, and there are also Guanyin hands. In the evening, my father and I are going to take care of the watermelons.

" Do you want to take care of thieves?" "No. People who are walking are thirsty and pick a melon to eat. We are here. It’s not stolen. What matters is the badger pig. Under the moon, listen, the harpoon is biting the melon. I didn’t know what this so-called harpoon was at the time, and I still don’t know it now. I just feel that he looks like a puppy and is very fierce. Doesn't he bite? "There is a Hucha. When you get there, you will stab him.

This beast is very smart and will fall towards you. He came and ran out from under his crotch. His fur was as smooth as oil..." I never knew that there were so many new things in the world: there were such colorful shells on the seaside; watermelon had such a dangerous experience, I only knew about it before. He was just selling out in the fruit electronics.

In our sandy land, when the tide is coming, there are many jumping fish that just jump, with two legs like frogs. Ah! There are endless strange things in Runtu's heart, which are unknown to my ordinary friends.

They don’t know something. When Runtu was at the beach, they, like me, only saw the sky at the four corners of the high wall in the yard. Unfortunately, the first month passed and Runtu had to go home. He also hid in the kitchen, crying and refusing to go out, but was finally taken away by his father. He later asked his father to bring me a pack of shells and some nice bird feathers. I also gave him things once or twice, but we never met again.

Now that my mother mentioned him, all my memories of my time here suddenly came to life like lightning, and I seemed to see my beautiful hometown. I responded, "He?" My mother said, looking outside the room, "These people are here again." They said they were buying wooden utensils, so they just took them away casually. I had to go take a look. "My mother stood up and went out. There were several women's voices outside the door. I invited Hong'er to come closer and chatted with him: I asked him if he could write and if he was willing to go out.?

We sat down Shall we go by train? "Where's the boat?" ""Take the boat first..." "Ha! This is what it looks like! The beard is so long! "A sharp and strange sound suddenly shouted. I was startled and quickly raised my head, only to see a woman in her fifties with protruding cheekbones and thin lips standing in front of me, with her hands on her hips. Wearing a skirt and spreading her legs, she looked like a lone compass in a drawing instrument.

“Don’t you recognize her? I even hugged you! I was even more stunned. Fortunately, my mother came in and said from the side: "He has been out for many years and forgot about it. You should remember it, so she said to me, "This is Mrs. Yang across the door... who owns a tofu shop. "Oh, I remember. When I was a child, there was indeed a Mrs. Yang who sat in the tofu shop diagonally across the door all day long. Everyone called her "Tofu Xishi".

But with the whitening powder on her cheekbones, her cheekbones did not look so good. He is tall, his lips are not that thin, and he sits all day long. I have never seen such a compass-like posture. At that time, people said: "Because, the business of this tofu shop is very good, but it is probably because of my age." But it was not influenced at all, so it was completely forgotten. However, the compass was very uneven, showing a look of disdain, as if mocking the French for not knowing Napoleon and the Americans for not knowing Washington. He sneered and said: "Forgot? This is really noble.

I was worried about this, so I stood up and said. "Then, let me tell you. Brother Xun, you are rich and it is cumbersome to move. If you want these broken wooden utensils, let me take them. Our small family can use them. I am not rich. I have to sell these, and then go... Oh, you have built a Taoist platform, and you still don't think it's rich? You now have a concubine with three bedrooms, and you only have an eight-carriage sedan to go out, and you still don't think it's rich? You can't hide it from me."

I knew I had nothing to say, so I shut up and stood silently. Ah, ah, ah, the richer you are, the more unwilling you are to relax. The more unwilling you are to relax, the richer you are. Compassion turned around angrily and said in a low voice, slowly walking out, by the way. He stuffed a pair of my mother's gloves into his waistband and walked out. After that, my family and relatives from nearby came to visit me. While socializing, I took some time to pack some luggage, and this went on for three or four days.

One day it was a very cold afternoon. After lunch, I felt someone came in outside, so I looked back. When I saw it, I couldn't help but be very frightened. I stood up in a hurry and walked towards it. This is Runtu. Although I knew it was Runtu as soon as I saw it, it was not the Runtu in my memory. His stature has doubled; his round purple face has turned sallow and has deep wrinkles; his eyes are like his father's.

Everywhere is swollen and red. I know that people who farm by the sea are exposed to the sea breeze all day long. This is usually the case. He has a broken felt hat on his head and only a very thin shirt on his body. He was wearing a cotton coat and was tangled all over; he was holding a paper bag and a long pipe in his hand. The hand was not the red and round hand I remembered, but it was thick, clumsy and cracked, like pine bark. I was very excited at this time, but I didn’t know what to say. I just said: Ah! Brother Runtu, are you here? ?

I then had a lot of words that I wanted to say in succession: horned chicken, jumping fish, shells, quail, but I always felt like they were blocked by something, just whirling in my mind, Can't spit it out. He stood still, with a look of joy and desolation on his face; he moved his lips but made no sound. His attitude finally became respectful, and he shouted clearly: "Master!" I seemed to shudder; I knew that there was already a sadly thick barrier between us.

I am also speechless. He turned around and said, "Shui Sheng, kowtow to the master." Then he dragged out the child hiding behind him. This was exactly the Runtu from twenty years ago, but he was thinner and had no silver ring around his neck. "This is the fifth child. He has never seen the world and is hiding." Mother and Hong'er came downstairs, and they probably heard the sound. "Old lady, I received the letter a long time ago. I really like it so much that I know the master is coming back," Runtu said.

"Ah, why are you so polite? Didn't you call me brother before? It's still the same: Brother Xun." Mother said happily. Ah, the old lady is really...what kind of rule is this?

Runtu said, and asked Shuisheng to come up and do some arching, but the child was shy and stuck close to his back. "Is he a water-born person? The fifth one? They are all strangers, so it's no wonder that he is afraid of being born in water. Hong'er should go for a walk with him." Mother said.

When Hong'er heard this, he came to recruit Shui Sheng, but Shui Sheng went out with him happily. His mother asked Runtu to sit down. He hesitated for a while and finally sat down. He leaned the long pipe against the table, handed over the paper bag and said, "There is nothing in winter. I dry the green beans at home." Yes, sir, let me ask him about his situation. He just shook his head. The sixth child can also help, but he always has not enough to eat and is not peaceful. Money is required everywhere, there are no regulations and the harvest is bad.

When you grow something and sell it, you have to donate money several times and lose the money; if you don’t sell it, it will rot.” He just shook his head; although there were many wrinkles on his face, He was completely motionless, like a stone statue. He probably just felt bitter, but he couldn't describe it. After being silent for a while, he picked up the pipe and smoked silently. His mother asked him, knowing that he was busy with family affairs and would have to do it tomorrow. He went back; he hadn't had lunch yet, so he went to the kitchen to cook rice. When he went out, my mother and I both lamented his situation: many children, famine, heavy taxes, and soldiers. Bandits, officials, and gentry all suffered so much that he was like a puppet. My mother told me that I could give him anything that didn't need to be moved and let him choose by himself. In the afternoon, he picked up a few things: Two long tables, four chairs, a pair of incense burners and candlesticks, and a scale. He also asked for all the straw ashes (we burn straw for cooking here, and the ashes can be used as fertilizer for the sand) before we set off.

He carried me back and forth by boat. During the night, we talked about nothing. The next morning, he took Shuisheng back for another nine days. , is the day of our departure. Runtu arrived in the morning, and Shuisheng did not come with him, but he only took his five-year-old daughter to look after the boat. We were busy all day long and had no time to chat with the guests. There were quite a few, some were seeing off, some were picking up things, and some were seeing off and picking up things. By the time we got on the boat in the evening, all the old and small things in this old house had been cleared away. As we walked forward, the green mountains on both sides of the river turned dark in the dusk, and they retreated towards the stern of the boat. Hong'er and I leaned against the boat window, looking at the blurry scenery outside. He suddenly asked: What are we doing? When will you come back? Come back? Why do you want to come back before you leave?

But Shuisheng invited me to play at his house?" He thought with his big black eyes. My mother and I were both a little confused, so we brought up Runtu again. Mother said that Sister-in-law Yang, who is a Tofu Xishi, has been visiting my house every day since we packed her luggage. The day before yesterday, she took out more than ten dishes from the ashes. After talking about it, she decided that Runtu had buried her. of.

He could move back home together when the ashes were being transported. When Second Sister-in-law Yang found out about this, she took credit for it, so she took it and ran away as fast as she could. Such small feet can run so fast. The mountains and rivers of my hometown are gradually moving away from me, but I don't feel any nostalgia.

I just felt that there were invisible high walls on all sides, which separated me and made me very depressed. I used to be very clear about the image of the little hero with the silver collar on the watermelon ground, but now I can’t see it. Suddenly it became blurry, which made me very sad. Both mother and Hong'er fell asleep. I lay there and listened to the gurgling sound of water under the boat, knowing that I was on my way.

I thought: I am so isolated from Runtu, but our descendants are still angry. Hong'er is not missing Shuisheng. I hope that they will no longer be like me and be estranged from each other. However, I don’t want them to live like my hard work just because they want to be the same. I don’t want them to live like Runtu’s hard work and be numb, nor do I want them to live like others. A life of hard work. They deserve a new life, one that we have not lived.

I thought about hope and suddenly became afraid. When Runtu asked for the incense burner and candlestick, I thought he always worshiped idols and never forgot them. Now what I call hope is, isn’t it also an idol made by myself? In my haziness, a piece of green sand on the seaside spread out in front of me, with a golden full moon hanging in the deep blue sky above. I think: Hope does not matter whether it exists or not. This is just like the road on the earth; in fact, there is no road on the earth, but when more people walk on it, it becomes a road. ?

Extended information:

1. Story content

(1) "Hometown" is a short story written by the modern writer Lu Xun in 1921. The novel takes "my" activities of returning to my hometown as a clue, and follows the plot arrangement of "returning to my hometown" - "being in my hometown" - "leaving my hometown", and based on what "I" sees, hears, remembers and feels, and focuses on describing the leap. The characters of Tu and Yang Ersao thus reflect the reality of rural bankruptcy and the miserable life of farmers before and after the Revolution of 1911

(2) At the same time, it profoundly points out the mental impact of the working people due to the influence of traditional concepts in feudal society. The constraints of the world cause the distortion of innocent human nature and the indifference and isolation between people. It expresses the author's strong dissatisfaction with reality and his strong desire to transform the old society and create a new life. The novel was selected as a junior middle school Chinese language book, published by the People's Education Press for ninth grade.

2. Creation background

(1) After the Revolution of 1911 in the countryside, the autocratic regime of the feudal dynasty was overthrown, but it was replaced by the rule of the landlord class, warlords and bureaucrats . Imperialism not only controls China's financial and economic lifeline, but also controls China's political and military power. Due to this double oppression, the vast number of Chinese people, especially China's farmers, are becoming increasingly impoverished. They live a life of hunger and cold and no political rights.

(2) When the author returned to his hometown in 1919, he heard and witnessed the cruel reality of China’s rural areas being devastated. In addition, he searched for more than thirty years of life experience in this precarious society, so he wrote this book. This is a sad and melancholy novel, yet still hopeful.

3. Literary Appreciation

(1) In hometown novels, I returned to my hometown that was more than two thousand miles away and had been away for more than twenty years. Through what I saw in my hometown, I Wen expressed his feelings about returning to his hometown after many years away from home. The sad atmosphere that the novel strives to exaggerate at the beginning is to exaggerate and pave the way for the later emotions: "Since it is late winter, there is no vitality.

(2) This is also "I" Reflecting on the desolate mood of returning home, the author couldn’t help but wonder, “Is this the hometown I have always remembered for the past twenty years? "Immediately turned to the memories of my hometown: My hometown is much better. But I suddenly realized that the same is true for my hometown. It was just a change in "my" mood, because there was nothing good about my return to my hometown this time. Mood".

(3) This shows that after more than 20 years of leaving his hometown to seek a different kind of people in a modern city, which is a tortuous experience hidden behind the novel, he is still fighting for life. Loss and sadness, all of which are the common confusion and confusion of a modern intellectual. With a layer of metaphysical ambiguity about life, it expresses the attachment of a modern civilized man to his hometown after leaving a foreign land, a kind of rural sentiment that is difficult to let go.