Weather in Yizhuang of Xuzhou

On the muddy ground by the river, the sun gradually accepted his yellow light. The sapium sebiferum leaves on the edge of the field have dried up before they can catch their breath, and several flower-footed mosquitoes are humming below. In the sudden cooking smoke of Linjiang farmers, the cooking smoke is gradually decreasing. Women and children draw water in the mud yard at the door and put down small tables and stools. Everyone knows it's time to eat.

The old man sat on a low stool, chatting with a big banana fan, and the children ran like flying, or squatted under the Chinese tallow tree to gamble and play with stones. The woman served black steamed vegetables and yellow rice, and the heat was fluffy. The river flows 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!" "

But the words of the screenwriter are somewhat untrue, just because I didn't hear what the old lady of nine pounds said. At that time, nine catties old lady was furious and knocked on the stool foot with a broken banana fan and said:

"I live to be seventy-nine, and I've had enough. I don't want to see these black sheep. -I might as well die. Dinner is about to start, I want to eat fried beans and eat poor people! "

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

Although the old lady Jin Jiu lived for a long time, she was not too deaf, but she didn't hear the children's words. She said to herself, "This is really getting worse every generation!"

The habits of this village are a bit special. Women like to weigh themselves when they have children, so they use gold as their nickname. Since celebrating her 50th birthday, Jin Jiu'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 beans were not as hard as it is now. Anyway, times are wrong now. Besides, six pounds is three pounds less than Yi's great-grandfather, seven pounds less than Yi's father, and one pound less. This is really an irrefutable example. Therefore, Yi vigorously said: "This is really worse than a generation!"

Iraqi daughter-in-law [2] seven pounds sister-in-law is holding a rice basket and walking to the dining table. She threw the rice basket on the table and said angrily, "Your old man said that again. When six catties were born, wasn't it six catties and five ounces? Your scale is a private scale, and it is weighted, 18 two scales; After using the quasi-sixteen, our six kilograms should be more than seven kilograms. I think it's squire and father-in-law, but not necessarily nine catties and eight catties. The scale used may be 14 Liang ... "

"A generation is not as good as a generation!"

Seven catties sister-in-law didn't answer, suddenly saw seven catties turn out from an alley, so she changed direction and shouted to him, "Why didn't you come back at this time, where did you die?" No matter who is waiting for you to eat! "

Although Qi Jin lives in the countryside, he is somewhat successful in my official career. From his grandfather to him, three generations have never pinched the handle of a hoe; As usual, he helped people punt. Once a day, I went to the city from Luzhen in the morning and returned to Luzhen in the evening, so I knew all about current events: for example, where Leigong killed centipede essence; Somewhere, that girl gave birth to a hag or something. He is indeed an image figure among the villagers. However, if you don't light a lamp when eating in summer, you should keep the habit of farmers. You should be scolded for coming home too late.

Seven catties with an ivory mouth in one hand and a six-foot-long copper bucket ChristianRandPhillips bamboo tube, with his head down, came slowly and sat on a low stool. Six pounds also slipped out, sitting next to him and calling him dad. Seven catties did not answer.

"A generation is not as good as a generation!" Nine catties old lady said.

Seven Jin slowly raised his head and sighed and said, "The emperor is already sitting in the massage parlor."

Seven catties sister-in-law stayed for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Great, isn't this the emperor's 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 at Xianheng Hotel said yes."

Seven catties sister-in-law 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 the blink of an eye, and could not help but get angry, blaming him for hating him and blaming him; Suddenly desperate, I packed a bowl of rice and pushed it to 7 pounds. "Eat your rice quickly!" If you are sad, will you have a braid? "

The sun has collected his last light, and the water surface has secretly restored its coolness; The bowls and chopsticks made a noise on the dirt floor, and everyone's back spit out sweat. After eating three bowls of rice, seven pounds of sister-in-law accidentally raised her head and her heart jumped involuntarily. Through the leaves of Chinese tallow, it is easy to see Zhao coming from the wooden bridge. He is short and fat, wearing a sapphire bamboo robe.

Zhao is the owner of Maoyuan Hotel in the neighboring village and the only outstanding figure and scholar within 30 miles of Fiona Fang. Because of study, there is a smell of old people. He has more than ten copies of "introspection" criticized by Jin Shengtan (3), and often sits and reads word for word; He can not only name the Iliad, but also know the names of Huang Zhong and Ma Chao. After the revolution, he tied his braid on it like a Taoist priest; I often sigh that if Zhao Zilong were still alive, the world would not be so chaotic. Sister-in-law has a good eye. I have long known that Zhao today is no longer a Taoist priest, but a man with a smooth scalp and black hair. It is easy to know that this must be the emperor sitting in the massage parlor, and there must be braids. Seven pounds must be very dangerous. Because Zhao's bamboo robe is not often worn, he has only worn it twice in the past three years: once when he was angry with him and fell ill, and once when Uncle Lu who smashed his restaurant died; This is the third time. It must be another celebration for him and a disaster for his enemies.

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

Along the way, Master Zhao stood up, lit his rice bowl with chopsticks and said, "Master Zhao, please have dinner with us!" " Seventh Master also nodded and said "Please" all the way, but he walked all the way to the table of Qijin's house. Seven catties immediately greeted them, and Seventh Master smiled and said "Please" while studying their food carefully.

"What a delicious dried dish-have you heard the wind?" Zhao stood behind seven catties and said to her sister-in-law.

"The emperor is sitting in the massage room," said 7 pounds.

Seven catties sister-in-law looked at the face of Seventh Master and tried her best to smile apologetically. "The emperor has been sitting in massage. When will the emperor grant Amnesty? "

"The emperor amnesty? -Amnesty is slow, and it will always be Amnesty. " Seven ye here, debauchery suddenly severe, "but your seven jins braid, braid? This is an important matter. You know: when you have long hair, you should leave it without a head, and leave it without a head ... "

The seven-Jin couple didn't read books and didn't know much about classical mysteries, but they felt that the learned Seventh Master said it was very important and irreversible, as if he had been sentenced to death. Their ears were buzzing and they couldn't say a word.

"Every generation is not as good as the next," said the old lady of Jiujin. Taking this opportunity, she said to Master Zhao, "Nowadays, long hair just cuts people's braids. Monks are not monks, so there is no way. Long hair, like this? I live to be seventy-nine, and that's enough. Long hair used to be-the whole horse was wrapped in red silk and dragged, dragged and dragged to the heel; Prince is yellow satin, drag it down, yellow satin; Red satin, yellow satin-I've lived enough. I'm seventy-nine. "

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

Zhao shook his head. "That's useless. Without braids, what sin should be clearly written in the book. No matter who his family is. "

Seven pounds of sister-in-law listened to the book, but she was completely desperate; I'm so anxious that I suddenly hate seven pounds. Yi pointed to the tip of his nose with chopsticks and said, "This dead body deserves it! When I rebelled, I said, don't punt, don't go into the city. He insisted on going to the city, rolled into the city, and the city was cut off. It used to be a silky black braid, but now it's to tell monks not to talk nonsense. What can we say when prisoners are tired of what they have done? This living dead prisoner ... "

When the villagers saw Zhao coming to the village, they all finished their meal and gathered around the table of seven pounds. Seven catties I know is a character, being abused by a woman in public, which is very unsightly, so I have to look up and say slowly:

"You said something ready-made today, and then you ..."

"You living dead prisoner ..."

Among the spectators, Sister-in-law Bayi is the most thoughtful person, holding Yi's two-year-old posthumous child and watching the fun around Sister-in-law Qi Jin. At this time, I was embarrassed and quickly persuaded her, "Seven pounds, forget it." Man is not a god, who knows what will happen in the future? Is seven catties sister-in-law, also didn't say at that time, there is nothing ugly without braid? Besides, the master in the yamen hasn't announced it yet, ... "

Seven pounds of sister-in-law didn't finish listening, and her ears were red; He turned his chopsticks and pointed to Bayi's nose and said, "Ah, what is this?" ! Mrs. Bayi, I still seem to be alone. Would I say such nonsense? At that time, I cried for three days and everyone saw it; Even the boy of six catties cried, ... "Six catties just finished eating a big bowl of rice, took an empty bowl, and reached out and clamored to come again. Sister-in-law Qi Jin didn't get angry, so she put chopsticks in the middle of Yi Shuang's maids and shouted, "Who wants you to talk? "You little thief widow!"

Bang, Liu Jin's empty bowl fell to the ground, just touching a brick corner, and immediately fell out of a big gap. Seven pounds jumped up, picked up the broken bowl, closed the inspection and shouted, "Shit!" Knock down six catties with one slap. Six pounds lay crying, and the old lady of nine pounds took Yi's hand and even said, "One generation is worse than the next" and left together.

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

Zhao was watching with a smile; But since Mrs. Bayi 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 sticks." What is it? " . The soldiers are coming. You know, this time it's (4), not the descendants of Yan. If he had a snake spear, he would have the courage to do everything wrong. Who can resist him? "He grabbed an empty fist with both hands at the same time, as if holding an invisible snake spear and grabbed a few steps from Mrs. Bayi." Can you resist him? "

Sister-in-law Bayi is shaking with her child in her arms. Suddenly, she saw Zhao's face covered with sweat, staring, too scared to finish, and turned to leave. Zhao followed, blaming Mrs. Bayi for meddling and making way. Some people who cut their braids and left quickly hid behind the crowd for fear that he would see them. Zhao did not pay serious attention to his visit. Passing through the crowd, he suddenly turned behind the Chinese tallow tree and said, "Can you resist him?" Walk on the wooden bridge and walk away.

The villagers just stood, thinking, and felt that they were really unable to resist Zhang Yide, so they decided that 7 pounds had killed them. Since seven catties broke the imperial law, I remember that when he used to tell the news in the city, he shouldn't be so proud with a long pipe, so he felt a little carefree about breaking the imperial law. They seem to want to express some opinions, but they feel that there is nothing to say. Hum, mosquitoes all ran to the bare body and rushed to the Chinese tallow tree to make a market; They also walked home slowly and closed the door to sleep. Seven catties sister-in-law muttered, also took the guy and the table and stool to go home, closed the door and went to bed.

Seven pounds went home with a broken bowl and sat on the threshold smoking; But I was so sad that I forgot to smoke. The light in the copper barrel of ChristianRandPhillips bamboo tube gradually turned black, and the ivory mouth of the bamboo tube was more than six feet long. But in his heart, he felt that things seemed to be very critical, and he also thought of some methods and schemes, but they were always vague and could not run through: "Where is the braid?" Zhang Ba snake spear. Generation is not as good as generation! The emperor is sitting in the Dragon Pavilion. This broken bowl must be nailed up in the city. Who can resist him? Read this book one by one. Damn it! ……"

The next morning, Qijin went to the city by boat from Luzhen, and returned to Luzhen in the evening, carrying a six-foot long ChristianRandPhillips bamboo tube and rice bowl back to the village. At the dinner table, he told the old lady of Jiujin that the bowl was nailed in the city. Because of the big gap, sixteen copper nails and one three pence were needed, and a total of forty-eight pence was used.

The old lady of Jiujin said unhappily, "Every generation is worse than the next. I have lived enough. " . Three pence for a nail; Old nails, like this? The nail used to be ... I lived for seventy-nine years,-"

Since then, although Qijin went to town as usual every day, the scene at home was always bleak, and the villagers generally avoided listening to the news he got from the city. Sister-in-law, who weighs seven pounds, has a bad temper and often calls him a "prisoner".

More than ten days later, Qi Jin returned home from the city. He was very happy to see his woman and asked him, "What did you hear in the city?"

"I didn't hear anything."

"Has the emperor ever sat in a massage parlor?"

"They didn't say."

"No one at Xianheng Hotel said?"

"No one said."

"I think the emperor will not sit and massage. Today, I passed Master Zhao's shop and saw him sitting and studying, with braids on it and no gown on. "

"…………"

"You think, don't take a massage parlor?"

"I don't think I will sit."

Now his sister-in-law and the villagers have given him considerable respect and treatment. In summer, they still eat in the mud yard at home; When everyone saw it, they all smiled. The old lady Jin Jiu has passed her eightieth birthday. She is still rugged and healthy. Six pounds of double maids became big braid; Although Yi has tangled her feet recently, she can still limp on the mud floor with eighteen copper nails in her rice bowl, holding her seven-catty sister-in-law.

Lu Xun (188 1~ 1936) is the founder of modern literature in China. Formerly known as Zhou Shuren, the word Yushan and Yuting, later renamed Yucai, a native of Shaoxing, Zhejiang. 19 18 in may, the diary of a madman, the first vernacular novel in the history of China literature, was first published under the pseudonym of Lu Xun. His works are mainly novels and essays, and his representative works are: collection of novels "Scream", "Wandering" and "New Stories"; Prose collection "Morning Flowers Picking Up in the Evening"; Literary treatise A Brief History of China's Novels; A collection of prose poems "Weeds"; There are 18 essays such as grave, hot wind collection and Gai Hua collection. President Mao Zedong commented that he was a great proletarian writer, thinker and revolutionary, and was the chief commander of China's cultural revolution, also known as "soul of china".

The Storm is a short story written by modern writer Lu Xun on 1920, 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 is still ruling the countryside, and farmers are ignorant and backward, lacking democracy and free thoughts. It also shows that if people's ideas are not completely changed, the future social revolution will be difficult to succeed.