An article written by Lu Xun?

Kite

Original text of "Kite"

In the winter in Beijing, there is still snow on the ground, and the gray-black bare branches crotch in the clear sky. There are one or two kites floating in the distance, which is surprising and sad to me. The kite season in my hometown is in spring and February. If you hear the rustling of the wind wheel, you can look up and see a light black crab kite or a tender blue centipede kite. There are also lonely tile kites, which have no wind wheel and are flown very low, looking lonely and haggard and pitiful. But at this time, the willows on the ground have sprouted, and the early mountain peaches are also blooming. Together with the children's ornaments in the sky, they blend into the gentleness of spring. Where am I now? The harsh winter is still chilling on all sides, but the long-lost spring of my long-lost hometown is rippling in the sky.

But I have never liked flying kites. Not only do I not love it, but I also hate it, because I think it is a toy played by unpromising children. The opposite to me is my little brother. He was about ten years old at the time. He was sick and very thin. However, he loved kites the most. He couldn't afford to buy one, and I didn't allow him to fly. He had to open his mouth and stare. I would be lost in thought in the air, sometimes for half a day. The crab kite in the distance suddenly fell down, and he exclaimed; the two tile kites were untied, and he jumped with joy. All these things of his are, in my opinion, a laughingstock and despicable. One day, I suddenly remembered that I had not seen him very much for a long time, but I remembered seeing him picking up dead bamboo in the back garden.

As if I suddenly realized it, I ran to a small room where clutter was piled up that few people went to, opened the door, and sure enough I found him in the dusty pile of clutter. He sat on a small stool facing the big square stool. Then he stood up in panic, lost color and shrank. Next to the large square stool rests the bamboo frame of a butterfly kite, which has not yet been covered with paper. On the stool is a pair of small wind wheels for eyes, which are being decorated with red paper strips and are about to be completed. While I was satisfied with uncovering the secret, I was also very angry that he had hidden it from my eyes and worked so hard to steal a toy for a useless child. I immediately stretched out my hand and broke one of the butterfly's wing bones, then threw the wind wheel to the ground and crushed it. Regardless of age or strength, he was no match for me. Of course I won a complete victory, so I walked out proudly, leaving him standing in the hut in despair. I don’t know what happened to him after that, and I didn’t pay attention.

However, my punishment finally came. After we parted for a long time, I was already middle-aged. Unfortunately, I accidentally read a foreign book about children, and then I realized that games are the most legitimate behavior for children, and toys are children’s angels. So this scene of mental torture in my childhood that I had not remembered for twenty years suddenly unfolded before my eyes, and my heart seemed to have turned into a lead weight at the same time, and it fell very hard.

But the heart does not fall and die, it just falls very, very hard, and falls.

I also know how to make amends: give him a kite, agree with him to fly it, persuade him to fly it, and I will fly it with him. We shouted, ran, and laughed. ——But he already had a beard like me.

I also know that there is another way to make amends: to ask for his forgiveness and wait for him to say, "I don't blame you at all." Then my heart will definitely feel relaxed. is a feasible method. Once, when we met, my face was engraved with many streaks of "life" and hard work, and my heart was very heavy. We gradually began to talk about old things, and I narrated this section, talking about my confusion in my youth. "I don't blame you at all."

I thought, he was going to say it, and I was immediately forgiven, and my heart felt relaxed from then on.

"Has such a thing ever happened?" He said with a surprised smile, as if listening to other people's stories. He doesn't remember anything.

Completely forgotten and without any resentment, how can there be any forgiveness? No regrets, just lying.

What more could I wish for? My heart just felt heavy.

Now, the spring of my hometown is in the air in this foreign place again, giving me memories of my long-gone childhood, but also bringing with it an uncontrollable sadness. I might as well hide in the harsh winter, but it is clearly winter on all sides, giving me a very cold and air-conditioned atmosphere.