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Recall Mr. Lu Xun’s beautiful words or highlights

"Remembering Mr. Lu Xun" by Xiao Hong

Mr. Lu Xun's laughter is clear and comes from joy from the heart. If someone said something ridiculous, Mr. Lu Xun would laugh so hard that he couldn't even hold his cigarette, and he would often laugh until he coughed.

Mr. Lu Xun walked very briskly. What is particularly memorable is that he just grabbed his hat and buckled it on his head, and at the same time stretched out his left leg, as if he was walking regardless of everything.

Mr. Lu Xun didn't pay much attention to people's clothes. He said: "I can't see what clothes anyone is wearing..."

Mr. Lu Xun was ill. He just recovered a little and the window was open. He was sitting on the lounge chair, smoking a cigarette. That day I was wearing a novel red top with very wide sleeves.

Mr. Lu Xun said: "The weather is getting sultry and it is a rainy day." He put the cigarette in the ivory holder, tightened it with his hand, and said something else. .

Mr. Xu was busy running around housework and did not appreciate my clothes.

So I said: "Mr. Zhou, are my clothes pretty?"

Mr. Lu Xun glanced down from top to bottom: "Not very pretty."

After a while, he added: "The color of your skirt is wrong. It's not that the red top doesn't look good, all colors look good. A red top must match a red skirt, otherwise it will be a black skirt, brown." It won’t work; these two colors are very muddy when put together... Haven’t you seen foreigners walking on the street? They definitely don’t wear a green skirt underneath, a purple top on top, and they don’t wear a red one. The skirt is then worn with a white top..."

Mr. Lu Xun looked at me on the recliner: "Your skirt is brown, with plaid, and the color is very muddy, so the red dress is also It’s not beautiful anymore.”

Xiao Hong (1911-1942), a modern Chinese female writer, one of the four most talented women in the Republic of China, was known as the literary goddess of the 1930s. Her baby name was Ronghua, her scientific name was Zhang Xiuhuan, and she was later renamed Zhang Naiying by her maternal grandfather. The pen names are Xiao Hong, Yin Yin, Lingling, Tian Di, etc. In 1911, he was born into a feudal landlord family in Hulan District, Harbin City, Heilongjiang Province. His mother died when he was young. In 1932, he met Xiao Jun. In 1933, he published his first novel "The Abandoned Child" under the pseudonym Whispering.

In 1935, with the support of Lu Xun, he published his famous work "The Field of Life and Death". In 1936, he traveled east to Japan and wrote the prose "Lonely Life" and the long poem "Grains of Sand". In 1940, he arrived in Hong Kong with Duanmu Hongliang, and later published the novella "Mabele" and the novel "The Story of Hulan River". On January 22, 1942, he died in Hong Kong of tuberculosis and malignant tracheectasis at the age of 31.