Recall Mr. Lu Xun's summary of the content

The book in memory of Lu Xun mainly describes the life of Lu Xun.

Abstract: The author and Mr. Lu Xun's family live in dribs and drabs, reminisce about Lu Xun's dribs and drabs, miss his wisdom, humor, hearty, approachable and caring for others, and narrow the distance between Lu Xun and others. The description is concrete and vivid, the language is unpretentious and the characters are lifelike. ?

Content introduction:

Mr. Lu Xun's laughter is clear and heartfelt joy. If someone says something funny, Mr. Lu Xun laughs so hard that he can't even hold a cigarette, and often coughs with laughter.

Mr. Lu Xun walks very lightly. What people remember clearly is that he just grabbed his hat and buckled it on his head, while his left leg stretched out, as if he were walking desperately.

Mr. Lu Xun doesn't pay much attention to people's clothes. He said, "I can't see who is wearing what clothes ..."

Mr. Lu Xun was ill at one o'clock. The window is open. He sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette. I was wearing a novel red coat with wide sleeves that day.

Mr. Lu Xun said, "It's sultry, it's rainy." He put the cigarette on the ivory holder, wrapped it tightly with his hand, and said something else.

Mr. Xu is too busy with housework to appreciate my clothes.

I will live in Sichuan North Road in the future, and I will definitely come to the mainland new village after dinner every night. Windy days, rainy days, almost uninterrupted.

Young people write too hastily, and Mr. Lu Xun hates it.

"Don't have to write well, but let people know at a glance. The young man is too busy now ... he quickly finished writing at random, and others can't understand it after reading it three or five times. He doesn't care how long it takes. It's not his work anyway. This is not a good intention. "

But he still reads every letter of a young man from different corners. Wear glasses when your eyes are weak, and often see deep at night.

Mr. Lu Xun has a strong memory, and his things are never scattered anywhere casually.

Just then, the stout nanny came down the stairs and met us head on.

The proofs of Mr. Lu Xun's books are all used to clean the table or do something. In the middle of inviting guests to dinner at home, Mr. Lu Xun turned around and brought proofs to share with you. How did this happen when the guests received them? Mr. Lu Xun said:

"Clean, and chicken to eat together. My hands are tired. "

Go to the bathroom. There is proof paper over there, too.

Mr. Xu is busy from morning till night, accompanying guests downstairs, knitting wool in his hand. Otherwise, stand up while talking and pick the withered leaves from the flowers in the flowerpot with your hands. Every time Mr. Xu sends a guest, he has to send it to the downstairs door to open the door for the guest. Guests go out and gently close the door before going upstairs.

When the guests come, they will go shopping to buy fish or chicken, and then they will work in the kitchen.

If Mr. Lu Xun wants to post a letter temporarily, he has to ask Mr. Xu to change his shoes and go to the post office or mailbox next to the new village in the mainland. On a rainy day, Mr. Xu raised his umbrella.

Mr. Xu is very busy and has a pleasant smile, but some of his hair is white.

Going to the movies in the evening, there is only one car in the garage on Shiga Tower Road. Mr. Lu Xun must not take it, let us take it. Mr. Xu, Mrs. Zhou ... Mr. Zhou's third wife. We got on the bus.

Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Zhou, and one or two other friends are behind.

After watching the movie, I only called a car. Mr. Lu Xun refused to take it, so Mr. Zhou and his family took it first.

Mr. Lu Xun's back is gray and black, and he is still sitting there.

Yinghai came down from the third floor with his schoolbag, and the nanny took him to school. After Mr. Lu Xun takes the door, the nanny always tells him:

"Walk gently, walk gently."

No sooner had Mr. Lu Xun fallen asleep than the sun rose. The sun shines brightly on the people across the yard; According to the oleander in Mr. Lu Xun's garden, it is bright and bright.

A pair of slippers stopped under the bed, and Mr. Lu Xun fell asleep on the pillow.

Mr. Lu Xun hesitated a little. What is he going to do? Or turn around and leave? There is more than one way back to school, but this is the nearest one.

Mr. Lu Xun is still moving forward. He wants to see what ghosts look like, although he was afraid at that time.

Mr. Lu Xun kicked it out with his hard leather shoes.

Shiro let out a scream and stood up. Mr. Lu Xun saw it, but it was just a person.

Mr. Lu Xun said that when he kicked it, he was afraid, as if he would suffer if he didn't kick it to death at once, so he kicked it out with all his strength.

It turned out that a grave robber was working in the cemetery at midnight.

Mr. Lu Xun smiled when he said this.

"Ghosts are also afraid of playing. Kicking them will immediately turn them into people. "

I think if it's a ghost, it's good that Mr. Lu Xun often kicks it away, because it gives him a chance to be a man.

Fujian restaurant ordered a bowl of fish balls.

Yinghai said that it is not fresh once eaten. Mr. Xu doesn't believe it, and neither do others. Because some meatballs are fresh, some are not, and what others eat in their mouths happens to be the same.

"There must be some truth in what he said. It is wrong to erase it without checking it. "

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Later, I remembered this matter and chatted with Mr. Xu privately. Mr. Xu said: "Mr. Zhou's life is really beyond our learning. I'm afraid of a little thing. "

Mr. Lu Xun wants to wrap a paper bag neatly. He often takes books from xu teacher and wraps them himself. How well Mr. Xu wrapped it, Mr. Lu Xun had to do it himself. Mr. Lu Xun's habits are different from others. The materials and letters for writing articles are all on the table, which is full. Almost only the writing place can hold his hand, and half of the other tables are occupied by books or paper.

Most of Mr. Lu Xun's articles were written under this lamp. Because most of Mr. Lu Xun's working hours start at one or two in the middle of the night, and it will clear up in one day.

This is the case in the bedroom. There is an oil painting of a one-month-old baby of Yinghai's son hanging on the wall.

In spring, facing the sea, we dig sand in the garden and plant all kinds of things.

The third floor is particularly quiet. Two glass doors are open to the sun, and there is a prominent small porch outside the door. In spring, the curtains hanging at the door are touched warmly. Sometimes the curtains are blown high by the wind and flutter like big fish bubbles. At this time, the green trees in the courtyard next door shone into the glass door leaves.

Yinghai is sitting on the floor, and a small engineer is repairing a building. His building was built with an upside-down chair and then covered with a sheet as a roof tile. The whole house was completed with his own applause.

The stove burned in winter stood coldly on the floor in March.

Yinghai is not playing on the third floor. Besides going to school, he rides a bike in the yard. He likes running and jumping very much, so he runs around the kitchen, living room and second floor.

The height of the third floor is empty all day, and an old woman worker lives in the back floor of the third floor. She seldom goes upstairs in a day, so the stairs are clean all day after painting.

1936 In March, Mr. Lu Xun fell ill and leaned on the lounge chair on the second floor. His heart is beating harder than usual, and his face is a little gray.

On the contrary, Mr. Xu's face is red, his eyes are big, his voice is calm, and his attitude is not more flustered than usual. Downstairs, as soon as he entered the living room, Mr Xu told him:

"Mr. Zhou is ill, panting ... seriously, he is leaning on the sofa upstairs."

"Are you here?" Mr. Lu Xun opened his eyes. "Accidentally, I caught a cold ... I had difficulty breathing ... I went to the house with my book ... The house was very cold because no one lived in it ... I came back ..."

Seeing that Mr. Zhou was struggling to speak, Mr. Xu quickly went on to say how Mr. Zhou was panting.

The doctor saw it and took the medicine, but the asthma didn't stop. The doctor came again this afternoon and just left.

Mr. Xu walked gently on the stairs. When Mr. Xu came downstairs, Mr. Lu Xun was left sitting in a chair on the second floor, breathing, and regularly holding Mr. Lu Xun's chest high.

Mr. Lu Xun will rest, as Dr. Sudo said. But since then, Mr. Lu Xun has not only had no rest, but also had more ideas in his mind. Everything he wants to do seems to be finished at once, such as proofreading "Forest at Sea", printing Kolwitz's paintings and translating the second half of "Dead Soul"; As it happens, these all started together, and the 30-year episode counts down.

Mr. Lu Xun knew that his health would be destroyed and his working hours would be only a few years. It doesn't matter if he dies, as long as he leaves more for mankind. Mr. Lu Xun is like this.

Soon German dictionary and Japanese dictionary were put on the desk again, and Nikolai Gogol's dead soul began to be translated again.

Mr. Lu Xun is in poor health and easily catches a cold. After catching a cold, he will accompany the guests, answer letters and proofread manuscripts as usual. So after catching a cold, it will always drag on for a month or half a month.

"Look, when I was talking to you, I was looking at the proof. My eyes can see, my ears can hear ... "

Sometimes Mr. Lu Xun puts down his pen and the guests tell jokes. Sometimes they say, "There are only a few words left ... Please sit down ..."

1935 winter, Mr. Xu said:

"Mr Zhou's health is not as good as before."

Once Mr. Lu Xun went to a restaurant to treat guests, and he was in a good mood when he came. I still remember that time he ate a roast duck and put the whole duck up with a big steel fork. Everyone looked at the roast duck and Mr. Lu Xun smiled.

Others think that Mr. Lu Xun has drunk too much!

Mr. Xu said, no.

"Mr. Zhou's body is not as good as before. After eating, he always closes his eyes and has a rest. He has never had this habit before. "

Mr. Zhou stood up from his chair, probably saying that he was drunk and let him hear.

"I don't drink much. When I was young, my mother often mentioned how bad it was for my father to drink. My mother said, don't drink when I grow up, don't be like my father ... so I don't drink much ... I've never been drunk ... "

Someone grabbed the apples that were still preserved and offered them. Mr. Lu Xun doesn't eat them, but smokes them.

I hope Mr. Lu Xun will take more bites, move chopsticks and drink more chicken soup. Chicken soup and milk are ordered by the doctor, so be sure to eat more.

One day, Mr. Xu cut a loaf of bread with a wavy knife and cut it on the Eight Immortals table behind the living room. Mr. Xu said to me while cutting:

"Advise Mr. Zhou to eat more. Mr. Zhou said that it is useless to maintain after people are well, and it is useless to be reluctant to eat now. "

Mr Xu then seems to ask me:

"This is also a fact."

Mr Xu came back from upstairs and said:

"Teacher Zhou usually doesn't like to eat soup and the like, but when she is sick, there is no way."

The bowl of milk sent up was brought down again.

Mr. Xu seems to comfort himself:

"Miss Zhou is a strong man and likes to eat hard and fried, even hard rice ..."

Mr Ran Xu went upstairs and downstairs, breathing a little uneasy, sitting next to her, as if he could hear her heartbeat.

After Mr. Lu Xun started eating alone, most of the guests stopped going upstairs. They left after Mr. Xu politely reported Mr. Lu Xun's health.

Mr. Lu Xun slept upstairs day by day and slept for many days, which made him feel a little lonely. Sometimes he will ask Mr. Xu if his fever is a little low.

"Has anyone been here?"

Seeing that Mr. Lu Xun's spirit is better, he reported it one by one.

Sometimes I also ask what publications are coming.

Mr. Lu Xun has been ill for over a month.

Prove that Mr. Lu Xun has lung disease and pleurisy. Dr. Sudo came to give Mr. Lu Xun an injection every day to pump out the pleural effusion, and * * * pumped it two or three times.

Why didn't Mr. Lu Xun know about this disease? Mr. Xu said that Mr. Zhou sometimes felt pain in his ribs, so even Mr. Xu didn't know. Mr. Lu Xun was afraid that others would know, so he had to see a doctor. The doctor must have said rest again. Mr. Lu Xun knew that he couldn't do it.

American doctors in Fumin Hospital said that Mr. Lu Xun had lung disease for 20 years. I'm afraid it's serious this time.

Xu teacher told me, and she didn't know why Mr. Lu Xun often looked at this little painting.

Mr. Lu Xun thinks he is good, and others think Mr. Lu Xun is good.

Prepare for the winter to celebrate Mr. Lu Xun's thirty years of work.

Three months have passed.

1936 10 June 17 Mr. Lu Xun was ill again and became asthmatic. 18, panting all day.

/kloc-at midnight on 0/9, people were extremely weak. When the sky turns white, Mr. Lu Xun works as usual.

It's over. He is resting.

Lu Xun described by the author:

Frank, agile, kind, humorous, cheerful, strict with young people, but also deeply care for ordinary and casual life, generous and kind, sincere and careful with friends, firm-willed, great and ordinary.

Memories of Lu Xun is a book describing Lu Xun's life. Author Xiao Hong (1911June194211October 22nd), a famous modern female writer in China, was originally named Zhang Naiying, and was born in Hulan, Heilongjiang Province. 1933, he and Jun Xiao published their first collection of works "Trekking" at their own expense.

Xiao Hong, known as "the goddess of literature and art in 1930s", is the most miserable woman among the four talented women in the Republic of China, and also a legend. She has a life experience like Li Qingzhao, a poet, and has been in extreme pain and ups and downs, which can be described as a more unfortunate one. However, she faces the whole secular world with a weak and sickly body. In the national disaster, she experienced rebellion, awakening and struggle, and fought against fate again and again. Although her works do not directly describe her experience, they add a deep understanding of human nature and society to female consciousness. She regards "the ignorance of human nature" and "transforming the national soul" as her artistic pursuits, and she "makes a deep call for the democratic spirit and personality consciousness in the ruthless dissection of traditional consciousness and cultural mentality". Xiao Hong's life is a life of struggle and struggle without bowing to fate. It should be said that the appearance of Xiao Jun directly affected her fate, triggered her to start literary creation, and she entered her life.