Full text of portrait of Xiao Fuxing's works

1963, when I was in the third grade, I wrote a composition called portrait, which was written by the teacher who taught me plane geometry. His teaching is very interesting, and he is also very interesting, which makes him feel that this composition is very interesting. Recommended by my Chinese teacher, this composition won the prize in the Beijing Children's Composition Competition. Of course, I'm glad. One day, the Chinese teacher brought me a thick big book and said to me, "Your composition is going to be printed into a book. Do you know who modified it for you? " I opened my eyes wide, some puzzling. "It's Mr. Ye Shengtao!" The teacher handed me the big notebook and said, "Look how carefully Teacher Ye revised it. You can learn a lot from it! " "

I opened my notebook and saw that there were 20 winning essays in this essay contest. When I turned to my composition, I suddenly froze: the first thing that caught my eye was the red revised symbols and the small characters added after the revision, which were dense, and red circles, hooks, straight lines and curves were everywhere on several pages. The composition is like someone had a major operation, bleeding and dressing.

When I got home, I carefully read the revision of my composition by Teacher Ye Lao several times. The title "a portrait" was changed to "a portrait", and I immediately felt the accuracy of the words. There are many changes in such places, and there are many places where long sentences are broken into short sentences. I remember one thing clearly: "Why did you remove the cover of the geometry textbook?" Mr. Ye Lao changed it to: "Why did you remove Bao Shu's paper from the geometry textbook?" Delete the verb "Bao" in the original sentence to make the sentence clean and standardized. It is more accurate to change the "book cover" to "Bao Shu paper", because the book cover can be considered as the cover of a book. I really benefited a lot. After all, watching the fire from the other side of the bank is different from being there. This not only made me see all kinds of faults in my composition, but also made me realize the arduousness of literary career: it is difficult to achieve great success without great efforts and meticulous work. Although I have never seen Mr. Ye's face, I have been corrected by him seriously, peacefully and enthusiastically, like a spring breeze.

Mr. Ye Lao wrote a short comment at the back of my composition: This composition is full of concrete facts, revealing his love for Mr. Wang. Xiao Fuxing couldn't have written so kindly and naturally if he hadn't been deeply moved by these things about painting. This essay has built up my confidence in writing. I was only 15 years old at that time. When I was a teenager, I was able to get the guidance and encouragement of a great writer who was well-known in the literary world at home and abroad. My inner excitement can be imagined, and my confidence and fantasy rise like a winged bird. That's a mind that only children of that age can have.

This summer vacation, the Chinese teacher came to me and said, "Teacher Ye Shengtao wants to invite you to his home!" " "

I'm surprised. It is natural for a great writer like Mr. Ye Shengtao to meet a junior high school student.

That day, the weather was fine. In the afternoon, I came to a quiet alley in Dongsi North Street. Mr. Elymus's granddaughter Ye Xiao Mo met me at the door. The courtyard is a typical quadrangle, bright and elegant. Just entering the yard, a green Parthenocissus wall came into view. The summer heat was reduced a lot, and the sun turned green and jumped, like a gentle elf flashing fuzzy spots on it.

Ye Xiao Mo led me to the living room, while Mr. Elymus was waiting at the door. When he met me, he shook hands with me like an adult, which made me feel a lot shorter. After sitting down, he asked my age in strong Suzhou dialect and said with a smile, "You are the same age as Xiao Mo!" So casual and kind, the mysterious aura on the writer's head disappeared, and my sense of bondage disappeared. The more approachable a great writer is, it turns out that he is as kind as an ordinary grandfather.

I want to be interesting. That afternoon, Mr. Ye Lao didn't talk about my award-winning composition or writing. He didn't teach me the secret of literary creation, the life guide of elements and so on. On the contrary, he asked me several times about my academic performance in various subjects. I said that I won excellent medals for several years in a row, and my academic performance in arts and sciences was not bad. He said, "Great! People who love literature should not only read liberal arts books, but must read more books in various subjects. " He asked me to recite Chinese historical dynasties, but I didn't recite them, and some dynasties still recited them backwards. He added: "We China people must know our own history, and it is even worse for literary people not to know our history." I know this is a criticism of me and an expectation of me.

We talked harmoniously, as if I were not a child, but an adult and an old friend of his. The earnest, simple and inclusive expectation contained in his kindness melted my little heart, so that I don't know when dusk will come and quietly dyed the window lattice of the sunset. I saw the creeper on the wall in the yard at a glance. At dusk, it is green and gloomy, like a thick lake, reflected on the glass window of the living room and kept swaying, making it look like a tiger. I should be glad that I met a writer for the first time in my life, and it turned out to be such a great writer, an epileptic with exemplary personality and works. His equal and sincere dialogue with a child made my 15 summer full of vigor and vitality, as if it had grown up that summer. I seem to know or vaguely understand that this is done by the writer, and this is written by the writer. In front of my eyes, the Parthenocissus is always so green.