Reflections on Lao She's My Life

My Life —— Reading The Sorrow and Joy of Little People

I have a special feeling for Lao She's articles since I was a child. First reading, don't understand; Read it again as if I understood; Watch it a few times, you'll like it better. Take it out for a while and read it, just like going home for a holiday every year to find a feeling. Reading Lao She's articles is also to find the silky feeling from the bottom of my heart-let's just think of it as the feeling of "nobody"!

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Some people say that there are two kinds of people in this world-men and women; It is also said that there are two kinds of people in this world-good people and bad people; I think there are really only two kinds of people in this world-adults and villains. Ladies and gentlemen, don't misunderstand me. The so-called adults here refer to big people, and the villains refer to small people, not "gentlemen and villains", because I didn't read any "gentlemen" or find any "villains" in Lao She's articles. In the long history of dreams, it is always great people who leave an impression. There are countless craftsmen who built Epang Palace, but no one knows its name, only the first emperor who presided over the construction and the Chu overlord who set fire to it; Dujiangyan has benefited through the ages, and the name of the builder is unknown. The name in people's hearts is only "Chief Engineer" libing. However, historical changes again and again and social unrest again and again, the participants are not only big people, but also thousands of small people in Qian Qian! I always believe that the power of little people can't be ignored, so I like Lao She's articles, because I can find the "little people" I care about in his articles.

Lao She was born in a big compound in Beijing. Although his family is Manchu, he is not a Manchu aristocrat, but a poor family, which enables him to get in touch with the people at the bottom of society and know the character of "little people" like the back of his hand, which is closely related to the fate of the people at the bottom of society.

"I read a book when I was a child. Although it is not much, it is enough to watch Elvis Presley and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. " This is the prologue of My Life. At first, people were a little confused and didn't even know the name of "I", so they began to tell historical stories. This is a little abrupt. However, I gradually realized, oh, it turns out that "little people" always have no names and surnames, not to mention what's the use of having names and surnames? It won't appear in our history textbook. However, even if no one has a last name, this "little guy" soliloquize came into my heart.

I should be strong and confident. In my opinion, I have always been smart. "I remember a few words from a serial, and I can still speak very beautifully now. Not only did the audience praise me for my good memory, but I also felt that I should be happy. " Such a clever man has a bumpy life, full of troubles. The word "I" is not bad. I am confident to be an excellent writer. Even the word is not as good as "I" Anyone who can't even say a word can be a senior official. Why can't I? With such a dream, fifteen-year-old "I" was sent home as an apprentice, which ran counter to my ideal. Fortunately, I am not a pessimist, and all my lines are the best. I learned to paste without quarreling with my family. Fortunately, it was peaceful at that time, and the paperhanger didn't worry about having no food. At that time, when a person died, the family would talk about ostentation and extravagance. Within a year, a dozen rich paperhangers died, not to mention every household. With my skill, I thought I could settle down and support my family, but unfortunately, with my age, the paperhanger has no place to use it, so I have to make a living. When I was a paperhanger, my family told me that it would be fun to get married at the age of 20. I am confident that with my handsome, smart and agile work, I will be able to marry a smart and agile wife and live a beautiful and sweet life, but God deceived me and my wife left me behind. Although "I" love to tease children, it cost me half my life and I dare not even see the sun!

It was easy. "I" figured it out, and "I" became a policeman again. Once again, "I" thought I could be a good police chief anywhere, but after a long detour, "I" lost my position as an inspector, even as a "patrolman" to make a living.

Things are unpredictable, and life is eventful. Growing up, "I" kept thinking, but fate always said "but …" and "however …". Fortunately, I have a humorous heart. Otherwise, I don't know how much suffering I have. How can I face the rest of my life?

It is often said that "people live a breath", even a humble little person should have his self-esteem. "I" likes to ridicule, "I" likes to ridicule myself, but this kind of ridicule is more of a helpless sigh. Sadness, grievances and indignation are intertwined, but they are expressed by laughter. When laughter and tears touch a place, they can't tell which is which ... When they touch death, "I" will still laugh. "Laugh at my skill all my life and laugh at this strange and unfair world. I hope that when" I "laughs last, the world will be different!" At the end of the article, the author made such a sound, oh, what a ridiculous sound!

I can only say this!

"Little people" will always be just "little people", and fate is a very strange thing, unpredictable and impossible to grasp, especially for "little people". Just like in the movie San Mao's Wandering, San Mao and his teacher got drunk and said, "I-this is a trick, you-this is a trick, and we-this is all a trick." The trick has its own providence, and the teacher finally shot himself because of delaying the military situation. Look, the trick, he, is actually like this!

Nowadays, successful learning is preached everywhere, and the power of language is sometimes really terrible. It blows bubbles in people's minds, making these beautiful bubbles blow bigger and bigger, just like the colorful surface of soap bubbles under the sunlight, which makes people marvel at its beauty. However, the danger comes at this moment, and the bubble will eventually burst. The liquid spilled after the bursting of soap bubbles only stimulates people to cry at most, and the bubble of "hope" in their hearts bursts and brings them. As the saying goes, grief is greater than heart death. I'm afraid the "I" in My Life is dead!

Many people may say that the tragic fate of these "little people" is created by society. Now we have escaped from the evil old society, but the "little people" still exist, and they are savoring the warmth and coldness of the world in their own way. What moved me most was the migrant workers in the city. Maybe when they are in the countryside, they always "think" what will happen, just like "me", but in the end, what will happen? Maybe when they were young, they thought that in the future, they would farm well at home, marry a wife, have a son and live, just like a black joke in junior high school political textbooks: the reporter interviewed a teenager who was herding sheep on a hillside.

Reporter: "What are you doing herding sheep?"

Shepherd: "Make money."

Reporter: "What do you do to earn money?"

Shepherd: "Take a wife."

Reporter: "What are you doing with your wife?"

Shepherd: "Give birth to a doll."

Reporter: "What do you do with dolls?"

Shepherd: "herding sheep."

Look, I can't jump out of a nobody's life circle.

With the reform and opening up, more and more migrant workers go to work in cities. They once "thought" that they could earn money, support their families and make a living, but fate said "no" to them again. Their only hope is that their descendants will get ahead in the future. However, even education that gives people opportunities to get ahead is not completely fair. It is undeniable that most of the children with good prospects now are not bad at home. The superior family environment provides them with a bigger platform, and they have far more opportunities than the children of migrant workers. So when this generation of children grow up, perhaps the children of migrant workers have become "migrant workers" in the new era, and the "little people" in the new era, like "My Life", will never jump out of the circle of "little people".

In this life, I hope the world will be different when I have the last laugh! The world has changed, but the "little people" will not disappear. We can see that there are more and more "little people" in this world performing scenes of joys and sorrows, and interpreting their years of joys and sorrows!