She looks fierce today, but when I asked her why her hair is so long, she still said in a warm and soft tone like yesterday:
"It seems that the world has given me punishment, and God said: comb your damn hair! When I was young, I boasted about having horsehair, but when I was old, I cursed. You sleep! It's still early,-the sun didn't get up until after a sleep ... "
"I don't want to sleep!"
"If you don't want to sleep, don't sleep well," she immediately agreed, knitting her hair and looking at the sofa. Mother was lying on the sofa, face up, straight as a string. "How did you break the milk bottle yesterday? You laugh! "
Grandma seems to be singing with her heart. Every word is as gentle, bright and rich as a flower, and it has firmly entered my memory at once. When she smiled, her eyes, as black as a black cherry, were round and shining with an indescribable light of happiness. In her smile, her white and powerful teeth are happily exposed. Although the skin is dark and there are many wrinkles on both cheeks, the whole face still looks young and clear. But this face was ruined by a soft nose, swollen nostrils and a red nose tip. She sniffed tobacco from a black snuff bottle inlaid with silver. Her clothes are all black, but through her eyes, an eternal, happy and warm light comes from his heart. Her waist is almost hunched, fat and fat, but as light and agile as a big cat and as soft as this lovely animal.
Reading appreciation
Friends of Childhood is an excerpt from Gorky's Childhood. The article depicts the image of "grandma" with extremely delicate and vivid brushwork, which is full of the brilliance of human nature.
Let's follow the warm and smooth river of words created by Gorky, catch those trickles, think with your heart, feel with your heart, and a charming "grandma" will stand in front of you and smile at you. ...
When I (Gorky) woke up, opened my hazy eyes and saw my grandmother combing her thick hair, a conversation began.
When my grandmother doesn't listen to my voice, she looks fierce. "Her lips were crooked and her black eyes shone with anger." When I asked why my hair was so long, my grandmother immediately changed her appearance and "said it in a warm and soft tone like yesterday". Grandma always talks to me in such a warm and soft tone.
What a cheerful person he is to say that his long hair is God's punishment for himself and laugh at himself with humor. "You go to sleep, it's still early-the sun wakes up after a sleep ..." Just like a kind old man in the fairy tale world said. You can imagine the smile on her face and feel her relaxed and harmonious tone.
"I don't want to sleep!" The exclamation point shows my firmness, my freedom in front of my grandmother, and even a little presumptuous. For my words, my grandmother immediately agreed that "if you don't want to sleep, don't sleep well." This is how my grandmother respects me-the wish of a child! Her ordinary words, like sunshine outside the window, warm my young heart.
"How did you break the milk bottle yesterday? Keep your voice down! " Grandma's question implied gentle reproach, but more concern. My grandmother didn't even ask me to keep my voice down when I was talking. She was not angry at all when I shouted, but now she asks me to keep my voice down. She talked, combed her hair and looked at the sofa. My mother fell asleep on the sofa! Oh, my grandmother doesn't want my mother to know about it, and she doesn't want me to be scolded by my mother. Grandma is really my good friend. So I immersed myself in grandma's gentle words and looked at her quietly. ...
Her smile "shines with unspeakable joy", "shows white teeth happily" and her wrinkled face "is young and bright". My grandmother is optimistic and full of energy. All-black clothes can't hide her inner "eternal, happy and warm light". Grandma is tough and resolute; She is "bent almost like a hunchback", "chubby" and "light and agile like a big cat". My grandmother is very cute.
When I woke up that morning, I quietly looked at my loving, optimistic and determined grandmother and let her songs bloom gently in my heart like flowers. ...
This is a warm picture that we can feel through Gorky's river of words.
If you are a person who loves life, if you are willing to read quietly and attentively, first know it, then read it carefully, and then want to read it if necessary (imagine reading), then the river of words will turn into vivid images, flow to your heart, and sprout and blossom there. ...