Recalling what Mr. Lu Xun wrote in this book?

This book "Remembering Mr. Lu Xun" mainly describes the life of Mr. Lu Xun.

Content summary: The author recalls the little things in the life of Mr. Lu Xun and his family bit by bit, and misses his wisdom, humor, heartiness, approachability and caring for others, which brings Lu Xun closer to people. around. The description is specific and vivid, the language is simple and unpretentious, and the description of the characters' expressions is vivid. ?

Introduction:

Mr. Lu Xun’s laughter is clear and comes from joy from the heart. If someone said something ridiculous, Mr. Lu Xun would laugh so hard that he couldn't even hold his cigarette, and he would often laugh until he coughed.

Mr. Lu Xun walked very briskly. What is particularly memorable is that he just grabbed his hat and buckled it on his head, and at the same time stretched out his left leg, as if he was walking regardless of everything.

Mr. Lu Xun didn't pay much attention to people's clothes. He said: "I can't see what clothes anyone is wearing..."

Mr. Lu Xun was ill. He just recovered a little and the window was open. He was sitting on a lounge chair, smoking a cigarette. That day I was wearing a novel fiery red top with very wide sleeves.

Mr. Lu Xun said: "The weather is getting sultry and it is a rainy day." He put the cigarette in the ivory holder, tightened it with his hand, and said something else.

Mr. Xu was busy running around housework and did not appreciate my clothes.

From now on, when I lived on North Sichuan Road, I would go to Dalu Xincun every night after dinner, almost non-stop on windy days and rainy days.

Mr. Lu Xun hated young people who wrote too hastily.

"The handwriting does not have to be well written, but it must make people recognize it at first glance. Young people are too busy now... He himself quickly finished writing at random, and others read it three times or five times. He couldn't understand how much effort it took, and he didn't care. It was not his intention. "

But he still read each letter from different corners. When my eyes were weak, I put on my glasses to read the letters from young people, and I often saw the deep hours of the night.

Mr. Lu Xun's memory is very strong, and his things are never scattered anywhere casually.

While talking, the pudgy nanny came down the stairs and met us face to face.

The proofs of Mr. Lu Xun’s books were all used to wipe the table or do something else. We invited guests to have dinner at home. Halfway through the meal, Mr. Lu Xun turned around and brought some proofs to share with everyone. The guests took them in their hands and looked at them, how could this be allowed? Mr. Lu Xun said:

"Wipe it." My hands are tired from eating chicken. "

Go to the bathroom, where there are also proof sheets.

Mr. Xu was busy from morning to night, accompanying guests downstairs while knitting in his hands. Otherwise, while talking, I stood up and picked off the dried leaves from the flowers in the pots with my hands. Every time Mr. Xu sees off a guest, he has to go to the door downstairs and open the door for the guest. The guest goes out and then closes the door gently before going upstairs.

When guests come, they have to go to the street to buy fish or chicken, and after buying it, they have to go to the kitchen to work.

When Mr. Lu Xun wanted to send a letter at short notice, Mr. Xu had to change into his leather shoes and go to the post office or the mailbox next to Dalu New Village. When it rains, Mr. Xu holds an umbrella.

Mr. Xu is busy, and his smile is cheerful, but some of his hair is white.

When we went to see a movie at night, there was only one car in the garage on Shigaota Road. Mr. Lu Xun would definitely not sit in it, but would definitely let us sit in it. Mr. Xu, Mrs. Zhou Jianren... Hai Ying, Mr. Zhou Jianren's three female sons. We got in the car.

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

When we came out after watching the movie, we only got one car, and Mr. Lu Xun refused to take it, so he asked Mr. Zhou Jianren’s family to sit and leave first.

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

Hai Ying came down from the third floor, carrying his schoolbag. The nanny took him to school. When he passed Mr. Lu Xun’s door, the nanny always told him:

"Go softly." , walk lightly."

The sun was rising as soon as Mr. Lu Xun fell asleep. The sun shines brightly on the houses across the yard; it shines brightly on the oleanders in Mr. Lu Xun’s garden.

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

Mr. Lu Xun was a little hesitant. Should he go forward? Or go back? There is more than one way to go back and forth to school, this is just the nearest one.

Mr. Lu Xun still moved forward to see what the ghost looked like, even though he was afraid at that time.

Mr. Lu Xun used his hard leather shoes to kick him out.

The white figure screamed and stood up. Mr. Lu Xun looked at him intently, but he was a human being.

Mr. Lu Xun said that when he kicked it, he was very scared. It seemed that if he didn't kick the thing to death, he would suffer disaster, so he kicked it out with all his strength.

It turned out to be a grave robber doing work in the cemetery in the middle of the night.

Mr. Lu Xun laughed when he said this.

"Ghosts are also afraid of being kicked. Just kick them and they will immediately turn into humans."

I think it would be good if ghosts were kicked by Mr. Lu Xun often, because Gave him a chance to be a man.

The dish I ordered from a Fujian restaurant was a bowl of fish meatballs.

Hai Ying said it was not fresh as soon as he ate it. Mr. Xu didn’t believe it, and neither did anyone else. Because some of the meatballs are fresh and some are stale, the ones that others eat happen to have the same taste.

"He must have a reason for saying it is not new. It is wrong to erase it without checking it."

......

I will think of this later. Afterwards, I talked with Mr. Xu in private, and Mr. Xu said: "We really can't learn from Mr. Zhou's behavior. Even the smallest things."

Mr. Lu Xun has to wrap up a paper bag. Neatly, Mr. Lu Xun often took the books to be sent out from Mr. Xu's hands and wrapped them himself. Mr. Xu had done such a good job, but Mr. Lu Xun had to do it himself. Mr. Lu Xun's habits were different from others. All the materials for writing articles and letters were piled on the table, so that the table was full. There was almost only a place where you could stretch out your hand when writing, and half of the rest of the table was occupied by books or papers. .

Most of Mr. Lu Xun’s articles were written under this lamp. Because Mr. Lu Xun's working hours were mostly from one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, and he would rest at dawn.

This is the case in the bedroom. On the wall is an oil painting of a one-month-old baby named Haiying.

In spring, Hai Ying digs sand in the garden and cultivates various things.

The third floor is particularly quiet. Two glass doors are open to the sun. Outside the door is a small corridor with a cement roof. Spring caresses the long hanging curtain at the door warmly. Sometimes the curtain It was blown high by the wind and fluttered as plump as a big fish bubble. At that time, the green trees in the next courtyard shone into the glass door.

Hai Ying was sitting on the floor pretending to be a little engineer, repairing a building. His building was built with chairs turned sideways and erected, and then a sheet was covered as roof tiles. The house was completed to his own applause, clapping his hands.

The stove that had been burned in winter was still standing coldly on the floor in March

Hai Ying rarely played on the third floor. Apart from going to school, he was in the yard. He rides a bicycle and likes to run and jump very much, so he runs everywhere in the kitchen, living room, and second floor.

The third floor is empty all day long. Another old female worker lives in the back floor of the third floor. She rarely comes upstairs during the day, so after the stairs are wiped, they are clean all day long.

In March 1936, Mr. Lu Xun fell ill. He was leaning on a recliner on the second floor. His heart was beating harder than usual and his face was slightly gray.

Mr. Xu was on the contrary, his face was red, his eyes were big, his voice was calm, and his attitude was no more flustered than usual. Downstairs, Mr. Xu told him as soon as he walked into the living room:

"Mr. Zhou is sick, asthma...he is breathing heavily, and he is leaning on the recliner upstairs."

"Are you here?" Mr. Lu Xun opened his eyes, "accidentally, I caught a cold... difficulty breathing... go to the house where the books are stored and look through the books... that house is very cold because no one lives in it... come back Just..."

Mr. Xu saw that Mr. Zhou was struggling to speak, so he quickly went on to talk about how Mr. Zhou was asthmatic.

The doctor saw me and took medicine, but the asthma did not stop. The doctor came again in the afternoon and just left.

Mr. Xu walked gently on the stairs. As soon as Mr. Xu went downstairs, Mr. Lu Xun was the only one sitting on the chair on the second floor, breathing heavily and making Mr. Lu Xun's chest appear regular. The earth is lifted high.

Mr. Lu Xun must rest, this is what Dr. Sudo said. But Mr. Lu Xun not only had no rest, but also had more things on his mind. Everything he had to do seemed to have to be done immediately, such as editing the proofs of "The Forest above the Sea", printing Kollwitz's paintings, translating "Death". "Soul" Part 2; just right, these all started together, and the thirty-year episode is still being calculated.

Mr. Lu Xun knew that his health was in jeopardy and he only had a few years left to work. It didn’t matter if he died, as long as he left more to mankind. That was the case with Mr. Lu Xun.

Soon the German and Japanese dictionaries were placed on the desk again, and the translation of Gogol's "Dead Souls" began again.

Mr. Lu Xun was not in good health and was prone to colds. After catching a cold, he had to accompany guests, reply to letters, and proofread manuscripts as usual. So after catching a cold, it always takes a month or half a month.

"Look, I will talk with you and read the proofs at the same time. Your eyes can see and your ears can listen..."

Sometimes guests come and tell jokes while talking. Mr. Lu Xun put down his pen. Sometimes he said: "There are only a few words left...please sit down..."

In the winter of 1935, Mr. Xu said:

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

One time Mr. Lu Xun went to a restaurant to entertain guests. He was in great spirits. I still remember that time when I ate a roast duck and the whole duck was served with a big steel fork, everyone was so excited. Seeing the duck roasted so oily and shiny, Mr. Lu Xun also smiled.

Others think that Mr. Lu Xun also drank too much!

Mr. Xu said that was not the case.

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

Mr. Zhou stood up from his chair. He stood up and probably said something about him being too drunk for him to hear.

"I don't drink much. When I was young, my mother often mentioned how bad my father would be when he drank. My mother said, don't drink when you grow up, don't be like my father...so I don't I drank a lot...I have never been drunk..."

Someone snatched an apple that was still in storage and donated it. Mr. Lu Xun did not eat it, but only smoked.

I hope Mr. Lu Xun will take one more bite, use his chopsticks more, and drink one more sip of chicken soup. Chicken soup and milk are what the doctor ordered, so you must eat more.

One day, Mr. Xu used a wavy bread-cutting knife to cut a piece of bread. He cut it on the square table at the back of the living room. While cutting, Mr. Xu said to me:

< p>"I advised Mr. Zhou to eat more. Mr. Zhou said that it is useless to take care of yourself when you are well."

Mr. Xu then seemed to ask me:

< p>"This is also right."

Mr. Xu came back from upstairs and said:

"Mr. Zhou usually doesn't like to eat soup. When he is ill, he even I can't stand it anymore."

The bowl of milk that had been delivered was brought down again.

Mr. Xu seemed to be comforting himself:

"Mr. Zhou is a strong man and likes to eat hard and fried food. Even when eating, he also likes to eat hard rice..."

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Mr. Xu was running upstairs and downstairs, his breathing a little unsteady. Sitting next to her, he seemed to be able to hear the beating of her heart.

After Mr. Lu Xun began to eat alone, most of the guests stopped coming upstairs. After Mr. Xu politely reported Mr. Lu Xun’s health story, he left.

Mr. Lu Xun slept upstairs day by day. After sleeping for many days, he felt a little lonely. Sometimes, when the fever had subsided, he asked Mr. Xu:

"Is there anyone here?" Did you pass?"

Seeing that Mr. Lu Xun was in better spirits, I reported them one by one.

Sometimes I also ask about what publications are coming.

Mr. Lu Xun has been ill for more than a month.

It was proved that Mr. Lu Xun had lung disease and was suffering from pleurisy. Dr. Sudo came every day to drain Mr. Lu Xun’s pleural fluid with injections. He did this two or three times.

Why didn’t Mr. Lu Xun himself know about such a disease? Mr. Xu said that Mr. Zhou sometimes felt pain in his ribs and just kept it to himself, so even Mr. Xu didn’t know. Mr. Lu Xun was afraid of others. Knowing this, you still have to worry about it, and you still need to see a doctor. The doctor will definitely tell you to rest. Mr. Lu Xun himself knew that it could not be done.

An examination by an American doctor at Fumin Hospital revealed that Mr. Lu Xun had suffered from lung disease for twenty years. I'm afraid it will be serious if it happens this time.

Mr. Xu told me that she didn’t know why Mr. Lu Xun often looked at this small painting.

Mr. Lu Xun thought he was well, and others thought Mr. Lu Xun was well.

We are preparing for winter to celebrate Mr. Lu Xun’s 30 years of work.

Another three months passed.

On October 17, 1936, Mr. Lu Xun became ill again and had asthma again. On the 18th, I was panting all day long.

In the second half of the night on the 19th, the person became extremely weak. When the sky was about to turn white, Mr. Lu Xun, as usual, finished his work and took a rest.

The Lu Xun described by the author:

Frank, agile, kind, humorous, cheerful, strict with young people, but also deeply concerned about the ordinary and casual life, generous and kind, treating friends sincerely and attentively , strong-willed, great and ordinary.

"Remembering Mr. Lu Xun" is a book describing the life of Mr. Lu Xun. The author Xiao Hong (June 1, 1911 - January 22, 1942), a famous modern Chinese female writer, was born in Hulan County, Heilongjiang Province (now Hulan District, Harbin City). Her original name was Zhang Naiying. "Xiao Hong" is the name of her "Life and Death" The pen name used during "Field", and other pen names such as Yin Yin, Lingling, Tian Di, etc. In 1933, he and Xiao Jun published their first collection of works "Travel" at their own expense.

Xiao Hong, known as the "Literary Goddess of the 1930s", is the woman with the most tragic fate among the four talented women in the Republic of China. She is also a legendary figure. She has the life experience of the female poet Li Qingzhao. And has been in extreme suffering and frustration, and can be said to be the more unfortunate of misfortunes. However, she faced the whole world with a weak and sickly body. In the national disaster, she experienced rebellion, awakening and resistance, and fought against fate again and again. Although her works do not directly describe her experiences, they enable her to add a deep understanding of human nature and society to her female consciousness. She regards "human ignorance" and "transforming the soul of the nation" as her artistic pursuits. In her "ruthless dissection of traditional consciousness and cultural mentality, she issues an affectionate call for the spirit of democracy and individuality." Xiao Hong's life was a life of not bowing to fate, struggling and resisting in hardships. It should be said that what directly affected her destiny and triggered her to start literary creation was the appearance of Xiao Jun and his entry into her life.