Lu Xun's tomb is in Hongkou, Shanghai, now called Lu Xun Park, which is a place I often go to. After all, I live nearby. I have been fascinated by Lu Xun's words since primary school, whether it is Run Tu, The True Story of Ah Q, Kong Yiji or Sister Xianglin written by him, it seems that one vivid life emerges in front of me. In fact, most people are not a member of Mr. Sheng's works, indifferent spectators? Middle-aged leap soil is crushed by life and loses spirituality? Hehe, Mr. Lu Xun's words are really timeless.
Tomb-Sweeping Day had a three-day holiday, and he went to Shaoxing to realize his childhood, even his desire to go to middle school. See what the Herbal Garden looks like, what the three pools reflect the moon, or you can meet Kong Yiji to eat fennel beans. ...
It takes one and a half hours from Shanghai Hongqiao Railway Station to Shaoxing North Station, and then an hour by bus, and it takes more than ten minutes to reach Lu Xun's former residence. In front of the former residence, I saw a flock of crows, which may be a festival or a festival with China characteristics. Crowds have become the norm.
After a long queue, I slowly squeezed into Lu Xun's former residence and could enter without a ticket. There is a plaque at the gate, which reads "Hanlin" in Chinese characters. From this point of view, Mr. Zhou's background can be seen.
Re-entering the room, it is Yishoutang, where the Zhou family holds weddings and friends and relatives get together. Under the plaque is a picture of nave, with two turquoise cranes and couplets hanging on both sides of nave.
This is Lu Xun's kitchen. Does the father who moistens the soil and moistens the soil eat with other long-term and short-term workers here? From the present point of view, there must be many places in rural China where kitchens are not as spacious as those in Zhou Jia more than 0/00 years ago.
Attached is the original text of "Three Ponds in a Hundred Herbs Garden Reflecting the Moon" by Mr. Lu Xun, which is more memorable!
"There is a big garden behind my house, which is called Herb Garden according to legend. Now it has been sold to Zhu Wengong's descendants together with the house. Even it's been seven or eight years since we last met, and it seems that there are only some weeds. But that's my paradise.
? Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberries; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; There is also Mylabris. If you press your finger on its spine, it will smack and spray a puff of smoke from behind. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Manglietia are intertwined, Manglietia has the fruit of Lotus House, and Polygonum multiflorum Thunb has swollen roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, so I often uproot them, and I have participated in the continuous uprooting, and because of this, I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen roots like people. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like balls made of coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and their color and taste are far better than those of mulberries.
? You can't go to the grass because it is said that there is a big red snake in this garden.
My eldest mother once told me a story: once upon a time, there was a scholar who lived in an ancient temple. He worked hard. In the evening, when he was enjoying the cool in the yard, he suddenly heard someone calling him. I promised, but looking around, I saw a beautiful face on the wall, smiled at him and disappeared. He is very happy; But the old monk who came to talk at night saw through the mechanism. Saying that there is something evil on his face, he must have met a "beautiful snake"; This is a monster with a head and a snake body. It can call people by name. If it agrees, it will come to eat this man's meat at night. Naturally, he was scared to death, but the old monk said it was all right and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he put it on the pillow, he could lie on it. Although he still does this, he always can't sleep, of course. In the middle of the night, sure enough, sasha vujacic! Outside, it's like rain and wind. When he trembled, he heard a clear voice. A golden light flew out of the pillow, and there was no sound outside. Golden light also flew back and gathered in the box. What happened afterwards? Later, the old monk said, this is a flying centipede. It can suck away the snake's brain, and the beautiful snake is killed by it.
The last lesson is: so if a strange voice calls your name, you must not promise him.
This story made me feel the danger of being a man. I often worry about enjoying the cool summer night and dare not look at the wall. I really want to get a box of flying centipedes like the old monk. I often think so when I walk beside the grass in the Herbal Garden. But until now, I haven't got it, but I haven't met the red snake and the beautiful snake. It is natural for strange voices to call my name, but they are not beautiful snakes.
? Herbal gardens in winter are tasteless; It's different when it snows. Make a snowman and print his whole portrait on the snow. Need people to appreciate, this is a deserted garden, inaccessible, so it is not suitable, so we have to catch birds. Bo Xue is not enough; When birds have nowhere to feed for a long time, it is always necessary to cover the ground with snow for a day or two. Sweep away a piece of snow and expose the ground. Set up a big bamboo curtain with a short stick, sprinkle some chaff under it, and tie a long rope on the stick. People hold it from a distance and watch the birds come down to peck. When they reach the bottom of the bamboo curtain, they pull the rope and cover the bamboo curtain. But most of them are sparrows, and there are also "birds" with pale cheeks. They are impatient and can't keep them overnight.
This is the method my father taught me, but I can't use it well. Obviously, I saw them go in, pulled the rope and ran to have a look. There was nothing. It took me a long time to catch three or four. The father who moistens the soil can catch dozens of them in half a day, put them in a fork bag and scream and bump around. I once asked him the reasons for his gains and losses, and he just smiled quietly: You are too impatient to wait for it to come to the middle.
I don't know why my family sent me to a private school, a teaching point set up by my hometown, clan or teacher. In the library, it is also called the strictest bookstore in this city. Maybe it's because Polygonum multiflorum destroyed the mud wall, maybe it's because bricks were thrown on the partition wall of Liang's house, maybe it's because I jumped off the stone well fence ... I don't know. All in all: I won't go to the Herb Garden often. Ed, my cricket! Ed, my raspberries and Manglietia! "
"Go out to the east, not half a mile, and walk across a stone bridge, which is my husband's house. Go through a black bamboo door, and the third room is the study. There is a plaque in the middle: three pools print the moon; Below the plaque is a photo of a fat sika deer crouching under an old tree. Without Confucius memorial tablet, we would pay tribute to the plaque and deer. The first time was to worship Confucius, and the second time was to worship Mr.
When he saluted for the second time, Mr. Wang responded kindly. He is a tall and thin old man with gray hair and big glasses. I have great respect for him, because I heard that he is an old-fashioned, simple and knowledgeable person in this city.
I don't know where I heard it, but Dong Fangshuo is also very knowledgeable. He knew that an insect called "strange" was melted by resentment and doused with wine. I really want to know the detailed story, but Chang doesn't know it, because she has no knowledge after all. Now you have a chance, you can ask Mr.
"Sir,' strange' this bug, what's going on? ..... "I'm going to flip through the books, and when I'm about to retire, I quickly ask.
I don't know! His face seems very unhappy and angry.
I just know that as a student, I shouldn't ask these things, as long as I study, because he is a profound scholar, and he will never be ignorant. The so-called ignorant people don't want to say. People older than me often do this. I have seen it several times.
I just read books, practice calligraphy at noon and have classes at night. At first, Mr. Wang was very strict with me these days. Later, I got better, but gradually I read more books. I added words in class, from three words to five words, and finally to seven words
? There is also a garden after the three pools reflect the moon. Although small, you can climb the flower bed to fold wintersweet, and look for cicadas on the ground or on osmanthus trees. The best job is to catch flies and feed them to ants quietly. However, the students went to the garden too much for too long, but they couldn't do it. Mr. Wang shouted in the study:
"Everyone went!"
People will go back one by one; It's no good going back together. He has a ruler, but he doesn't use it often. He has the rule of kneeling, but he doesn't use it often. Ordinary people just stared a few times, loudly way:
"Reading!"
So everyone opened their throats and read for a while. It's really noisy. Some people read that "the benevolent is far away from me, and I want the benevolent", others read that "a dog's mouth is full of teeth", others read that "nine hidden dragons should not be used", and some people read that "you are wrong on the ground, wrong on the ground, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
"Iron wishful, charming command, a sit all surprised; Jin Luo Yi, hanging upside down, thousand cups are not drunk ... "
I doubt that this is an excellent article, because when I read it, he always smiles, raises his head, shakes it and bends back.
When Mr. Wang is absorbed in reading, it suits us very well. Some of them put paper armor on their nails to play with. I am a painter. I use a kind of paper called "Jingchuan Paper" to describe the Xiu Xiang of the novel one by one, just like the shadow writing when I study Chinese characters. The more books you read, the more you draw; I haven't finished reading the book, but I have gained a lot in painting. The most fragmentary are The Journey to the West's Dangkou Zhi and Xiu Xiang, both of which are very big. Later, in order to get money, I sold it to a rich classmate. His father runs a tin foil shop; It is said that I have become a shopkeeper now and will soon rise to the status of a gentleman. This thing is long gone. "
After a tour, I really have mixed feelings about Mr. Lu Xun's article. It is no accident that Zhou Jiasan brothers later became folk dragons and phoenixes. Although Zhou Zuoren later became a traitor, his literary attainments and translation standards should not be denied. Similarly, Zhou also became the vice chairman of the National People's Congress.
Mr. Lu Xun has passed away. In today's literary world, there are few literati fighters with the same personality as Lu Xun. Most of them are flattering, mainly whitewashing peace and trying to figure out the meaning as a stepping stone. How can such a eulogy not be disgusting?
Looking at the bustling crowd, I feel that Mr. Lu Xun's crying is so anxious and helpless.
Sad for its misfortune, angry for its indisputable! Not only the characters written by teacher Wang, but also you and me.