Personal information and works of Zhou Ye, the niece of Lu Xun.

Zhou Ye, female, 1964, was born in Harbin. Associate professor of Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications, tutor of master students, research direction is leadership science. Doctor of Law degree from the Central Party School, and currently the Minister of Propaganda Department of the Party Committee of Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications. There are ten co-authored and edited books in this book. In recent years, he has published more than 40 papers on politics, pedagogy, psychology and management, among which 13 papers won the first prize of provincial and ministerial excellent papers; Undertake major school projects 1 1.

Zhou Ye's work "My Uncle Lu Xun"

When my uncle Lu Xun was alive, I was still young and had no idea who Lu Xun was. I thought my uncle was my uncle, just like anyone's uncle. My uncle died, and his body was lying in the auditorium of universal funeral parlour. Many people came to mourn and mourn him, and some even burst into tears. Countless elegiac couplets hung all over the walls, and wreaths of all sizes filled the whole room. Workers, students and all kinds of people sent elegiac couplets and wreaths. At that time, I was a little surprised. Why is my uncle loved by so many people? I looked blankly at the people who came and went mourning, thinking that I would never see my uncle's face, hear his voice or be caressed by him again, and my tears fell drop by drop.

In the first month of my uncle's death, one day, on Saturday afternoon, my parents took me to my uncle's house. At that time, every weekend, we three sisters took turns to follow our parents to our uncle's house for reunion. This day at the dinner table, my uncle told me the stories and characters in Water Margin. I don't know how my uncle knew that I had read Water Margin. Maybe my father told him. To be honest, when I read the Water Margin, I just gulped it down and paid attention to the tense and moving plot. I don't know the personalities and complicated contents of those heroes. Sometimes I put what this person does on that person. I was arrogant when my uncle asked me. Uncle touched his beard and smiled and said, "Haha! I still have a good memory. " After listening to my uncle's words, I feel ashamed and regretful, which is worse than being beaten and scolded. Since then, I haven't read any so-so books.

When I left that day, my uncle gave me two books, one is Watch and the other is Little John. My uncle has been dead for many years, and I still keep these two books.

Once, at my uncle's house, everyone ate around a table. I looked at my father's nose, then at my uncle's nose and said to him, "Uncle, you are like your father everywhere except a little."

"What doesn't?" My uncle turned around and asked me with a smile. He chewed, and the beard on his lips moved.

"Dad's nose is tall and straight, while yours is flat and flat." I looked at them for a long time before I said.

"You don't know," uncle said with a smile touching his nose. "When I was young, my nose was as straight as your father's."

"That how-"

"But then, I hit the wall several times and smashed my nose. “

"Hit a wall?" I said, "How can you hit a wall? Did you walk carelessly? "

"Do you think it is not easy to hit a wall in the dark?"

"Oh!" I suddenly realized), "Of course, the wall is much harder than the nose. No wonder you smashed your nose. "

Everyone here laughed.

One evening, the whistling north wind roared past, and it was very dark. People in the street are anxious to go home. Mom and dad took my hand and went to my uncle's house. Walking not far from my uncle's house, I saw a rickshaw driver sitting on the ground moaning and his car was thrown aside.

We walked over and saw him holding his feet in his hands, with no shoes on his feet and a pool of blood dripping on the ground. He heard footsteps and looked up, and his weather-beaten face showed unbearable pain.

"What's the matter?" Dad asked him.

"Sir," he whispered with gray twitching lips, "I didn't notice. I stepped on the broken glass, and the glass went into my foot. It hurts so much that I can't go home! "

Dad ran to his uncle's house, and in a short time, he took medicine and gauze. They helped the driver to get on the bus, one squatting and the other kneeling. My father took tweezers to clip out broken glass for the driver, and my uncle cleaned it with boric acid water. They drugged and bandaged him.

The rickshaw driver said gratefully, "My home is not far from here, so I can support it back. Two kind gentlemen, I really don't know how to thank you! "

Uncle took out some money for him, told him to rest at home for a few days, and gave him the rest of the medicine and bandages.

It was dark, and the street lamp gave off a faint light. I stood in front of my uncle's house and looked at them. Suddenly I felt a chill. I feel the tip of my nose as cold as ice, and my feet and hands are numb. I think, how can a rickshaw puller run barefoot on the road in such a cold day?

When my uncle and father came back, I asked them. I don't remember my uncle's answer now, except that his words were profound and incomprehensible. I looked up and asked him for a detailed explanation. At that time, I clearly saw that now I clearly remember that his face no longer had that kind and happy expression, but became so serious. He didn't answer me, just put his skinny hand on my head for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

After my uncle died, I met his maid Sam. A San is a worker's wife, and her husband is unemployed. She was very worried that her eyes were blinded and she couldn't see clearly, just like a fog. She told me about her uncle's life. She said: "Mr. Zhou himself is very ill and still writes articles in the middle of the night. Sometimes I feel sorry for him when I hear him coughing. " He doesn't care about his illness at all, but he often advises me to rest more and don't let me do heavy work. "

Indeed, Uncle Da is such a person. He thinks less about himself and more about others.