Who can help me find the original text of Sister Xianglin?

After all, the end of the old calendar is most like the end of a year. Needless to say, in towns and villages, the weather coming in the New Year is also displayed in the sky. There is always a flash in the middle of the gray heavy night clouds, followed by a dull sound, which is firecrackers to send stoves; The fireworks nearby are more intense, the deafening sound has not stopped, and the air is full of faint gunpowder incense. It was this evening that I returned to my hometown of Luzhen.

Although there is no home in my hometown, I can only live in Master Lu's house for the time being. He is my family, a generation older than me, and should be called "fourth uncle". He is an old Chinese culture supervisor who stresses Neo-Confucianism. He hasn't changed much. He's just a little older, but he hasn't grown a beard yet. He was a greeting when we met. After greeting, he called me "fat" and called me "fat" and scolded his new party.

They haven't changed much, just getting old; However, at home, everyone is very busy, and they are all preparing for the "blessing". This is the year-end ceremony of Luzhen, paying tribute to the gods and praying for good luck in the coming year. Kill chickens and geese, buy pork and wash it carefully. Women's arms are soaked in water, and some are wearing twisted silver bracelets.

After cooking, put some chopsticks on this thing, which can be called "blessing ceremony". They were displayed on the fifth watch and lit incense sticks for the blessing gods to enjoy. Worship is limited to men, and fireworks are still set off after worship. Every year-as long as you can afford gifts and firecrackers-this year is naturally the same.

The sky became darker and darker, and it began to snow in the afternoon. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, gloomy and busy, making Luzhen a mess. Back to the fourth uncle's study, the corrugated cardboard was already a vast expanse of whiteness, and the room was also brightly reflected, clearly showing the word "Shou" hanging on the wall, which was written by Chen Tuan bodhi old zu, and the couplet on one side had fallen off.

Loosely rolled up and placed on a long table, one side is still there, and the way is to "manage peace." Bored, I went to the desk under the window and found a pile of Kangxi dictionaries, a recent thought reading note, and a book with four books, which seemed incomplete. Anyway, I'm determined to leave tomorrow. Besides, I couldn't settle down until I met Sister Xianglin yesterday.

It was afternoon, I went to the east end of the town to see a friend, and I met her by the river when I came out. Seeing her gaze, I knew it was coming to me. The person I met in Luzhen this time can be said to have changed nothing more than her: her gray hair five years ago, that is, she is all white now, unlike people in her forties.

His face is thin, yellow and black, and his previous sad face is gone, as if it were woodcut; Only blinking can show that she is a living thing. She is carrying a bamboo basket in one hand. A broken bowl is inside, empty; Leaning on a bamboo pole longer than her in one hand, the lower end cracked: she was obviously a beggar.

I stopped to wait for her to beg for money. "Are you back?" She asked first. "yes." "This is just right. You have education, you are a stranger, and you have a lot of knowledge. I was just about to ask you something-"Her dull eyes suddenly lit up. I didn't expect her to say such a thing and stood in surprise.

"That's-"she took two steps closer, lowered her voice and said earnestly, "Is there a soul after death?" I'm very scared. When I saw her eyes staring at me, my back was pricked. It is worse to reply than to meet a temporary exam at school, and the teacher is much more anxious when he stands by.

I never care about the existence of the soul; But at the moment, how to answer her? In my very short hesitation, I thought people here believed in ghosts as usual. "However, she is very confused. In other words, I hope there is hope and there is no hope ... why should people add pain to desperate people? For her sake, suppose there is.

"Maybe-I think." So I hesitate to say. "So, there is hell?" "ah! Hell? " I was so surprised that I had to stammer: "Hell? -Logically, you should also have it. -However, it may not be, ... Who is in charge of such a thing ... ""So, everyone in the deceased's family can meet? "

"Alas alas, meet not satisfied? ..... "At this moment, I already knew that I was still a complete fool, and I couldn't help asking three questions. I immediately became timid and wanted to turn out what I had said before. "That's ... really, I'm not sure ... I'm not sure whether there is a soul or not."

I took advantage of her not to ask immediately, took a step and left, and hurried back to my fourth uncle's house, feeling very uncomfortable. I thought to myself, I'm worried that she will be in danger. She probably feels lonely because she is blessed by others, but does it mean something else? -Or feel anything? If there are other meanings and something else happens, then my answer is really responsible.

But then I laughed at myself and thought that the occasional incident didn't have any deep meaning, but I still insisted on careful deliberation. It is no wonder that educators are born with mental derangement. And Kuang Mingming's "I'm not sure" has subverted the overall situation of the answer. Even if something happens, it has nothing to do with me. "Not sure" is a very useful sentence.

Brave teenagers who are not young often dare to solve doubts and choose doctors. In case the effect is not good, it will generally produce disgust. However, once they end up with such ambiguity, everything will be easy. At this moment, I feel the necessity of this sentence even more. Even talking to a begging woman is absolutely impossible.

But I always feel uneasy. After a night, I still think of it from time to time, as if I had an ominous premonition. In the gloomy snowy days, in the boring study, this kind of anxiety is getting stronger and stronger. Let's go to town tomorrow.

The shark's fin stew in Fuxing Building is one yuan a plate, which is cheap and good. Now I wonder if the price has increased? Although all my friends who used to travel together are gone, shark fin is indispensable, even if I am the only one. Anyway, I'm determined to leave tomorrow.

I'm afraid it's the same, because I often think that things that are unsatisfactory after all are always the same as expected. Sure enough, the special situation began. At night, I heard some people talking in the room, as if talking about something, but the sound stopped soon.

Only the fourth uncle left and said loudly, "it's not too early or too late, but this time-this is fallacy!" " "I was surprised at first, and then I was depressed. It seems that this has something to do with me. Try to look outside the door, there is no one. I finally stayed until their short-term workers came and made tea before dinner, so I had a chance to inquire about the news. " Who was grandpa four angry with just now? "

I asked. "Isn't it just like Lin Sao?" The short-term worker said simply. "Xianglinsao? What's wrong? " I quickly asked again. "Dead." "Dead?" My heart suddenly tightened, I almost jumped up and my face changed color, but he never looked up, so I didn't feel it.

I calmed myself down and asked, "When did you die?" "When? -Last night, or today. -I'm not sure. " "How did you die?" "How did you die? -not poor to death? " He answered indifferently, but he didn't look up at me and went out.

However, my panic is only temporary. As I feel that what I should have come is over, I don't have to rely on my own "unclear" and what he called "poor" relief, and my heart is gradually relaxed. But occasionally, there seems to be some guilt.

Source: The short story Blessing written by Lu Xun, a writer in the Republic of China.

Extended data:

Characters experience of Xianglinsao;

In Blessing, Sister Xianglin came to defend her home mountain, not from Luzhen. Her life is very difficult and bumpy. She married her husband who was ten years younger than her in her early years. She has a mother-in-law and a brother-in-law, and the family lives by collecting firewood. Her husband died unfortunately. In order to escape the fate of being sold, Sister Xianglin came to Luzhen alone and worked as a female worker in Master Ruth's house under the introduction of Wei.

Although Xianglinsao is a widow, she is a well-behaved person with quick hands and feet and often follows her eyes. During the probation period, she worked hard and achieved fruitful results, and soon became a formal female worker in Master Lu's family.

As the days passed, Sister Xianglin's work did not slack off at all. By the end of the year, everyone will be responsible for the preparations for the blessing ceremony. However, the good times did not last long. Shortly after the New Year, Xianglinsao's mother-in-law suddenly came to Luzhen and forcibly took Xianglinsao away.

I didn't know that Xianglinsao's mother-in-law forced Xianglinsao to marry in the mountains in order to prepare a bride price for her brother-in-law. Under the pressure of everyone, Xianglinsao once did something "out of line", but she finally married her second husband, He Laoliu.

At the end of the year, Sister Xianglin's son was born, and the family's life was quiet for some time. Soon after, bad luck came to Sister Xianglin again. First the husband froze to death, then the son died tragically. The heavy blow of life completely crushed Sister Xianglin.

In order to make a living, Sister Xianglin once again came to Luzhen to work in Master Ruth's house. But this time, Xianglinsao not only lost her former flexibility, but also had a bad memory, and her face did not have a dead smile. She told everyone about her son's death and her tragic experience. At first, the villagers came to listen to Xianglinsao's tragic story, and gradually they were disgusted by the villagers.

Master Lu Si thought that Xianglinsao's style had corrupted the custom, so he stopped letting her intervene in the sacrifice. This is like a heavy hammer for Xianglinsao, and her spirit is going from bad to worse.

Later, Sister Xianglin listened to Liu Ma's superstition and went to the temple to donate the threshold, trying to wash away her sins. However, all efforts are in vain. Sister Xianglin's situation went from bad to worse, and she was finally expelled from the Lujia family until she lived on the streets and became a beggar. In the winter of XX, when every household was busy praying, Sister Xianglin was finally killed by poverty.

However, she didn't have a clear understanding of feudal ethics and superstition, and didn't know the real reason of her life tragedy. Of course, she doesn't understand that the only way to change her life destiny is to overthrow the evil feudal system that caused people's tragedies.

Sister Xianglin is a typical image of rural working women in old China. She is hardworking, kind, simple and tenacious, but in the old society, she not only failed to win the minimum rights of being a man, but became a person trampled, persecuted, despised and even swallowed up by feudal ethics and superstitions.