I would like to read works similar in style to Lao She's "The Soul-Destroying Gun" and Tan Ge's "Juepin".

"Life is a joke, everything shows that; I thought so before, but now I understand." Shashalong's station has been converted into an inn. There is no way not to wake up from the big dream in the East. The sound of cannon silenced the roar of tigers in the wild forests of Malay and Indian. Half-awake people rubbed their eyes and prayed to their ancestors and gods; not long after, they lost their land, freedom and sovereignty. There were people with different faces standing outside the door, the muzzles of their guns still hot. Their spears, poisonous crossbows, and colorful snake shields are of no use; even their ancestors and the gods they believed in are useless! Longqi's China is no longer mysterious. There are trains, passing through tombs and destroying Feng Shui. The maroon multi-tassel flag, the steel sword with the green shark skin sheath, the bell-ringing horse, the wisdom and slang in the world, loyalty and reputation, even Shashalong, his martial arts and career, all seemed to have become a dream last night. of. Today it's trains, fast guns, commerce and terror. I heard that someone wanted to kill the emperor's head! This was a time when there was no food left to eat, and national martial arts had not yet been promoted by the revolutionary party and educators. Who doesn't know that the sand dragon is short, thin, neat, and hard, with eyes as bright as stars on a frosty night? However, now he has meat on him. The police station converted it into an inn, and he occupied three north rooms in the back yard. A big gun stood in the corner, and there were several pigeons in the yard. Only at night, he closed the door of the small courtyard and became familiar with his "Five Tigers Soul-Severing Gun". This gun and this set of guns were created for him in the northwest area in twenty years: "Magic Spear Sand Dragon", and he has never met an opponent. Now, this gun and this set of guns will no longer add glory to him; just touching this cold, smooth, hard and trembling rod will make him feel less sad. Only by picking up a gun alone at night can you believe that you are still a "sharp gun sand". During the day, he didn't talk much about martial arts and past events; his world had been blown away by the strong wind. The young people who started training under him still come to him from time to time. Most of them are losers and have some martial arts skills, but they have no place to use them. Some go to perform at temple fairs: kicking twice, practicing roping, somersaults, and the selling point of Dali pills, just to have a good time. Some people really couldn't afford to be idle, so they went to get baskets of fruits or pick some green beans, and then went out early in the morning to weigh their weights and shout out. At that time, rice was cheap and meat was cheap, and if you were willing to sacrifice your strength, you could have a full belly. But they couldn't: their belly was big, and they had to take care of themselves; they couldn't swallow the dry pastry and spicy pancakes. Besides, they often go on walks: Five Tiger Sticks, Clear the Road, Taishi and Shaoshi... Although it's nothing - compared to walking parties - they still have a chance to move around and show off their faces. Yes, going to a party is a matter of buying prestige. They should dress up decently. At least they should have a pair of green crepe trousers, a jacket of newly bleached fine muslin, and a pair of fish-scale shoes-preferably blue satin. Grip Tiger Boots. They are the apprentices of the sharpshooter Sand Dragon - although Sand Dragon does not admit it - they have to show their faces everywhere, and they will have to pay two bucks for the meeting, and they may even have to fight. If you don’t have money, go to Teacher Sha and ask for help. Teacher Sha was unambiguous and more or less informal, and would not let them leave empty-handed. However, when asking for advice on a move or a "pair" for a fight or a performance - something like grabbing a knife with bare hands, or hooking a tiger's head into a gun - Teacher Sha would sometimes tell a joke and pass by casually: "What to teach? Get some boiling water!" Sometimes just drive them out. They didn't quite understand what was wrong with Teacher Sha, and they were a little unhappy. However, they brag about Teacher Sha everywhere. Firstly, they want to let people know that their martial arts are truly taught and have been taught by experts; secondly, they want to excite Teacher Sha: if someone is not convinced and comes to the teacher, Teacher Is it true that you still haven’t shown a few tricks? So: Teacher Sha knocked down a cow with one punch! Teacher Sha kicked the person up to the room without using much force! None of them had ever seen such a thing, but as they talked, they began to believe that it was true. It had a certain age and a certain place. It was so true that they dared to swear! Wang Sansheng - the big guy of Shazilong - opened the scene at the Earth Temple and laid out the guys. After taking a sip of tea-leaf-colored snuff, he swung the bamboo steel whip a few times to make the place bigger. Putting down the whip, he did not bow to the surrounding people, but put his hands on his hips and recited two sentences: "Kick the heroes of the world, punch the heroes of the Five Ways!" He glanced around and said: "Folks, Wang Sansheng is not a showman; he knows a few tricks. , I walked through the northwest road and met my friends in the green forest. Now that I have nothing to do, I will set up a place to play with you. If you like to practice, please come down. Wang Sansheng uses martial arts to make friends. If you want to show off, I will accompany you.

The sharpshooter Sand Dragon is my master; his skills are authentic! Everyone, is there anyone willing to come down? "He looked and knew that no one dared to come down. His words were strong, but the steel whip was even harder, weighing eighteen kilograms. Wang Sansheng, a big man with a sinewy face, looked around with big black eyes. Everyone. Silently. He took off his coat, tightened the moon-white "waist joint", put saliva into his palm, and picked up the big knife: "Everyone, Wang Sansheng will practice it first. Practice is not in vain. After practice, throw away a few of the ones you have with you. If you don’t have money, just cheer and cheer. There is no business here. Okay, catch your eyes! "The big knife leaned against the body, the eyes were stretched out as high as possible, the face was tense, and the chest was bulging like two old birch roots. Stomping his feet, the knife was raised horizontally, and the big red tassel was swinging in front of the shoulder. He chopped, chopped, and crouched. Suddenly, the knife was spinning on the palm of his right hand, and he bent down. There was silence all around, except for the soft sound of the bell. Everyone held their heads high, like a black tower, and stopped: "Everyone! "Holding a knife in one hand and putting his hand on his hip, he looked around. He threw down a few copper coins sparsely and nodded. "Everyone! " He waited and waited. There were still those bright and thin copper coins on the ground, and the people on the outside quietly dispersed. He took a breath: "No one understands! "He said in a low voice, but everyone heard it. "You have the skills! "An old man with a yellow beard in the northwest corner answered. "Huh? "Wang Sansheng didn't seem to understand. "I said: You have skills! "The old man's tone was very unpopular. Putting down the big knife, Wang Sansheng followed everyone's heads and looked northwest. No one thought highly of this old man: he was a small and dry man, wearing a coarse blue cloth shirt, with a sunken face and sunken eyes. It was very deep, with a few thin yellow beards on his mouth and a small yellow grass braid on his shoulders. It was as thin as chopsticks, but definitely not as straight as chopsticks. Wang Sansheng could tell that this old guy had skills, a bright forehead and bright eyes. Bright - Although the eye sockets are deep, they are as dark as two small wells, shining with black light. Wang Sansheng is not afraid: he can see whether others are capable, but he believes in his own ability more. He is Sha Shalong's general. " Come down and play, uncle! "Wang Sansheng said it very appropriately. Nodding, the old man walked in. As he walked, everyone laughed. His arms did not move much; he stepped forward with his left foot, and then pulled his right foot up, step by step. He pulled forward and straightened his body, as if he had suffered from paralysis. He threw his coat on the ground and didn't pay attention to how the people around him laughed at him. "You think he's the disciple of Shasha Long? OK, let you use the gun; what about me? "The old man was very straightforward, as if he had wanted to take action for a long time. The people were all back, and no matter how hard the gongs played by the bear showman in the neighborhood, it was useless. "Three-cut sticks are in the gun, right? "Wang Sansheng wants to see what the old man can do. The three-cut stick is not something that can be picked up casually. The old man nodded again and picked up the stick. Wang Sansheng squinted his eyes and shook his gun. His face was very ugly. The old man's black eyes were darker and smaller. , like two incense sticks, as the tip of the gun in front of him turned, Wang Sansheng suddenly felt uncomfortable, and those two black eyes seemed to suck the tip of the gun in! Everyone was surrounded by wind and rain, and everyone felt that the old man was indeed the man! It was powerful. To hide from those eyes, Wang Sansheng made a trick. The old man's yellow beard moved: "Please!" "Wang Sansheng cocked the gun and bowed forward. The tip of the gun rushed to the old man's throat, and the tassel of the gun made a red spin. The old man's body suddenly became active. He turned slightly to let the tip of the gun pass, and the front handle hung up. , then slapped Wang Sansheng's hand. After two clicks, Wang Sansheng let go of the gun. Wang Sansheng's face and chest were all purple, and he picked up the gun and drove away. He came over, and the tip of the gun ran towards the middle of the old man. The old man's eyes were so bright that they shone black; he bent his legs slightly, covered his crotch with the lower hand, and hit the gun barrel that was about to be withdrawn with the upper hand; he shot, and the gun fell to the ground again. There was another cheer outside. Wang Sansheng sweated and stopped picking up the gun. He stared blankly. The old man dropped the guy, picked up the shirt, and walked away very quickly. With his shirt on his arm, he came over and patted Wang Sansheng: "You still have to practice, man! "Don't go!" Wang Sansheng wiped his sweat and said, "If you don't leave, the man surnamed Wang will accept it!" But one thing, do you dare to meet Teacher Sha? "I came just to meet him!" "The old man's dry face wrinkled up, and he seemed to be smiling. "Let's go; take it; I'll treat you to dinner! "Wang Sansheng gathered the weapons together and deposited them with Er Mazi, the magician, and accompanied the old man to the outside of the temple. There were many people following him, but he scolded them and dispersed. "What's your surname? he asked.

"My surname is Sun," the old man's words were as dry as anyone else's. "I love practicing; I've long wanted to know how to master the sand dragon." The sand dragon won't beat you flat! Wang Sansheng said in his heart. He put more force on his feet, but he didn't drop Old Man Sun. He could see that the old man's legs were constantly walking to check the boxing gate, and he would definitely be very fast when they started fighting. However, no matter how fast he is, Sand Dragon has no opponent. Knowing that Old Man Sun was going to suffer, he felt a little happier and slowed down a little. "Uncle Sun, where do you live?" "It's a small place in the river." Old man Sun also became more kind: "A month's stick, a year's sword, a lifetime of spears, it's not easy to learn skills! To be honest, your hands are not bad!" Wang Sanshengtou The sweat on my face came back again, and I was speechless. When he arrived at the inn, his heart was pounding, fearing that Teacher Sha was not at home and he was eager for revenge. He knew that the teacher didn't like to care about this kind of thing. The juniors had encountered difficulties many times, but he believed that he would be able to do it this time. He was a big guy, not as good as those stupid kids. Besides, Teacher Sha could still do it when people called their names at the temple fair. Is this embarrassing? "Sansheng," Shashalong was reading the "List of Gods" on the bed, "Is something wrong?" Sansheng's face turned purple again, his lips moved, and he was speechless. Shalong sat up and asked, "What's wrong, Sansheng?" "You stumbled!" He only yawned a short yawn, but Teacher Sha had no other expression. Wang Sansheng felt resentful, but he didn't dare to break out; he had to provoke the teacher: "An old man named Sun was waiting for the teacher outside the door. He knocked my gun, gun, twice!" He knew that the word "gun" was there. How much weight does the teacher have in his heart? Without waiting for instructions, he ran out in a hurry. When the guests come in, the sand dragon is waiting in the outer room. They sat down with each other holding hands, and he asked Sansheng to make tea. Sansheng hoped that the two old men would fight each other immediately, but he had to make tea. Old Man Sun was speechless and looked at the sand dragon with his hidden eyes. Sha was very polite: "If San Sheng offends you, don't ignore him. He is still young." Old man Sun was a little disappointed, but he could also see how shrewd Sha Long was. He didn't know what to do, and he couldn't judge a person's martial arts by his shrewdness. "I'm here to learn how to shoot!" He couldn't help but say. The sand dragon did not pick up the pieces. Wang Sansheng walked in with a teapot - eager to see the two of them do it, he poured it into the pot without caring whether the water was boiling or not. "Sansheng," Sha Shalong picked up a tea bowl, "go find Xiaoshun. See you in Tianhui. Let's have dinner with old man Sun." "What!" Wang Sansheng's eyes almost fell out. Looking at Teacher Sha's face, he dared to say "Yes!" angrily but not daring to speak. He walked out with his mouth pouted. "It's not easy to teach a disciple!" said Mr. Sun. "I have not taken away the apprentice. Let's go, the water is not boiling! Go to the teahouse to drink, and eat when you are hungry." Sha Shalong picked up the satin bag from the table, with a snuff bottle in one end and some money in the other, and hung it on his belt. "No, I'm not hungry yet!" Old Man Sun was very determined. With two words of "no", he pushed his braid from his shoulders to the back. "Let's talk for a while." "I'm here to teach you how to shoot." "Kung fu has been put aside for a long time," Sha Shalong pointed at him, "I've already put some meat on it!" "That's okay," said Mr. Sun deeply. He glanced at Teacher Sha and said, "If you don't want to compete in martial arts, teach me the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Spear." "The Five Tigers Soul-Severing Spear?" Sha Long smiled: "I forgot about it a long time ago! I forgot about it a long time ago! Let me tell you, in I'll stay here for a few days and let's go shopping. Before I leave, I'll give you some money." "I don't want to go shopping and I don't need any money. I'm here to learn the art!" Old Man Sun stood up and said, "I'll practice for you. , Seeing that his academic skills are not good enough!" He bent down and reached the courtyard, scaring the pigeons to fly away. He opened the rack and performed a Cha Quan: his legs were fast, his hands were flying, and his feet flew up, and his pigtails floated in the air, like a kite falling from the sky; in the speed, each rack was placed steadily and accurately. , neatly; back and forth six times, hitting the whole yard, walking in a circle, tightly connecting, the body is in one place, but the spirit penetrates to all directions. He clasped his fists and retracted his posture, and tightened his body, as if the swallows flying all over the courtyard suddenly returned to their nests. "Okay! Okay!" Sand Dragon nodded and shouted on the steps. "Teach me the gun!" Old Man Sun clasped his fists. Sha Shalong walked down the steps and held his fists: "Old man Sun, tell the truth; that gun and that set of guns were put into the coffin with me, and they were put into the coffin together!" "Don't pass it on?" "Don't pass it on!" Old Man Sun His beard mouth moved for a long time, but nothing came out. He went inside, picked up his blue cloth shirt, and pulled his legs together: "Sorry to bother you, see you later!" "Let's go after dinner!" Sha Shalong said. Old Man Sun was speechless.

Sand Dragon sent the guests to the small door, then returned to the house and nodded to the big gun standing in the corner. He went to Tianhui alone, fearing that Wang Sansheng and others were waiting there. None of them went. Wang Sansheng and Xiao Shun didn't dare to go to the Tutu Temple to perform, and no one wanted to win for Shashalong. On the contrary, they said that Shashalong had fallen into trouble, and they didn't dare to fight with an old man; that old man could kick him with one kick. Damn it. Not to mention that Wang Sansheng lost to him, Shashalong was no match for him either. However, Wang Sansheng finally met the old man, and Sha Shalong didn't even dare to say a harsh word. "Sharp Gun Sand Dragon" slowly seems to be forgotten by people. It was a quiet night and there were few people. Shashalong closed the small door and stabbed down the sixty-four spears in one go. Then, leaning on the gun, he looked at the stars in the sky and remembered the majesty he had in the wild forest of Yedian. He sighed, slowly touched the cool body of the gun with his fingers, and smiled slightly, "Don't pass it on! Don't pass it on!" [1]

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" "The Soul-Destroying Gun" was written in 1935. At the beginning of the year, Lao She originally wanted to write a martial arts novel "The Two Boxers", but due to various reasons it was not completed, so he rewrote one of the most exciting passages into a short story "The Soul-Breaking Gun". The novel "The Soul-Breaking Gun" is recognized as Lao She's best short story, as is "Micro God", but the text of "The Soul-Breaking Gun" is much easier to understand than "Micro God", and it is profound and thought-provoking. Lao She is good at writing novels, but he also writes exquisite short stories. "The Soul-Destroying Gun" can undoubtedly enter the ranks of modern short stories. "Soul-Breaking Gun" tells the story of three boxers, focusing on Sha Long's complex mentality amid the rapid changes in modern society. Lao She is good at combining small stories of personal destiny with the historical background of changing times, creating a big picture in a short space of time. "Shalong's Escort Bureau has been converted into an inn." This could have been an ordinary narrative, but when placed in the context of the "Great Eastern Dream" being shattered by the guns of Western powers, the connotation and meaning are quite different. The reason why Shazilong's career change, his martial arts and fame that shocked the world, and his bold career in the wild forest and shop, are gone like a dream and never come back is closely related to the changes in Chinese society caused by the invasion of Western powers from the east. A reflection of the great changes in history. Sand Dragon is obviously not a person who confronts the changes of the times. He seems to be well aware of current affairs and able to keep pace with the times. Since the gods believed in by his ancestors were no longer efficacious, and since "the escorts no longer had food to eat," he no longer missed his old job as a bodyguard. Not only did he promptly change the escort agency into an inn, but also his martial arts, including his self-created stunts The "Five Tigers Soul-Severing Spear" was also thrown away. Even when the apprentices from the old escort agency came to ask for advice, he refused to teach them. The core plot of "Soul-Breaking Gun" is that Wang Sansheng, known as Shazilong's great apprentice, was humiliated in the performance arena but Shazilong remained indifferent. Old Man Sun, who defeated Wang Sansheng, then came to ask Sha Shalong for advice on his special skills, but Sha Shalong never mentioned martial arts or marksmanship. Since then, the reputation of Sha Long, the former sharpshooter, has plummeted, and even the apprentices who were proud of him no longer pay attention to him, but he is not angry at all. In fact, his heart was like hot magma. The novel twice writes about the scene where Shashalong stabs sixty-four spears at the stars in the sky at a quiet night with few people. The first time is a brief description, which is foreshadowing, and the second time is a vivid description. And it is placed at the end, which vividly expresses Shalong's helplessness and grief, and also creates a tension in the structure of the novel, which can be said to be the finishing touch. If "The Soul-Breaking Gun" had only written about the sand dragon, the novel would inevitably have become an elegy for the death of traditional Chinese skills and spirit. But there is also an elder Sun who appears in "Soul-Breaking Gun". Judging from the skills he showed in the busking arena and the performance he gave to Sha Shalong, he was obviously a famous martial arts master. His secretive personality is quite similar to that of Sand Dragon. But he is very different from Sha Shalong. He is optimistic and tenacious, and travels all over the world to learn traditional martial arts skills. In Lao She's artistic conception, Old Man Sun may only serve as a foil to Sha Long or a factor that promotes the plot development of the novel, but the appearance of Old Man Sun adds tragic emotions to the sad atmosphere of "The Soul-Breaking Gun", making it The image of the sand dragon was supplemented and questioned, which also changed the novel from a "monophonic" narrative to a "polyphonic" narrative. This narrative feature was probably not deliberately managed by Lao She, but grew naturally from his mind. The novel uses the techniques of contrast and contrast when shaping the characters. Wang Sansheng's recklessness and arrogance contrast with Shazilong's secretiveness; Old Man Sun's uprightness and aggressiveness contrast with Shazilong's conservative stupidity.

In the depiction of the same character, strong contrasts may be used, or techniques such as first raising and then suppressing are used to characterize his character. Regarding the complex psychological activities of the characters, the works do not use dialogue and direct psychological analysis, but reveal them through precise depictions of the characters' appearance and movements. [2]

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Lao She (1899～1966) writer. His original name was Shu Qingchun, with the courtesy name Sheyu. Manchu, native of Beijing. Born into a poor urban family. In 1913, he was admitted to Beijing Normal School. After graduating in 1918, he served as the principal of Fangjia Hutong Primary School in Beijing. In 1922, he served as a Chinese language teacher at Nankai Middle School. In the same year, he published his first short story "Little Bell". In 1924, he went to the UK and served as a Chinese lecturer at the Oriental College of the University of London, where he officially began his creative career. He successively published three satirical novels describing citizens' lives: "Lao Zhang's Philosophy", "Zhao Ziyue" and "Er Ma". Returning to the motherland in 1930, he served as associate professor at the School of Liberal Arts of Qilu University in Jinan and edited "Qilu Monthly". In the summer of 1934, he went to Shandong University in Qingdao as a professor in the Department of Chinese Literature. In the summer of 1936, he resigned from his teaching position and devoted himself to literary creation. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, he went to Wuhan and Chongqing to preside over the work of the All-China Literary and Art Circles Anti-Enemy Association, serving as executive director and general affairs team leader, and organized the publication of the journal "Anti-Japanese War Literature and Art". In March 1946, he was invited by the U.S. State Department to give lectures in the United States for a year, and then stayed in the United States to write. Returned to Beijing at the end of 1949. He has served as a member of the Culture and Education Committee of the Government Affairs Council, a standing member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, vice chairman of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, vice chairman and secretary of the Secretariat of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the Chinese Folk Literature and Art Research Association, director of the Chinese Drama Association and the Chinese Opera Association, and chairman of the Beijing Federation of Literary and Art Circles. . He was persecuted to death by the "Gang of Four" in 1966. Lao She worked diligently throughout his life and created many works. He became one of the most accomplished writers in the 1930s, and has written novels such as "Xiaopo's Birthday", "Cat City", "Divorce", "The Biography of Niu Tianci", "Camel Xiangzi", "Cremation", "Four Generations Under One Roof", "Under the Red Flag", etc., short story collections "Going to the Market", "Anemia Collection", "Crescent Moon Collection", etc., scripts "Longxugou", "Teahouse", etc. His "Luotuo Xiangzi" became famous in the literary world after its publication and has been translated into more than a dozen foreign languages. Lao She's literary creation lasted for 40 years. Most of his works are based on the life of urban people, with clear love and hate, and a strong sense of justice. The characters are distinct and the details are realistic. He is able to control language skillfully and is good at accurately using Beijing dialect to express characters and describe events, so that his works have strong local color and strong flavor of life. Lao She won the love of the people with his satirical humor and humorous and relaxed style. In 1951, the Beijing Municipal People's Government awarded him the glorious title of "People's Artist".