20 12 where does mother's pharmacy come from?

It's not mom's pharmacy, it's mom's traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy. It is an excerpt from Gan Dianjiang's prose of the same name, originally published in Rain Flower 20 1 1 No.5..

Mother's Chinese medicine shop

Text/Gan Dianjiang

At that time, my favorite places to go were Xinhua Bookstore and my mother's Chinese medicine shop. The former is because I love reading books and buying comic books; The latter is because I like to smell those Chinese medicines, especially chewing a few pieces of bitter and sweet licorice.

My mother used to be a barefoot doctor. I remember in the early 1980s, my mother took part in medical training, and she was very enthusiastic about learning. In a red-shell notebook marked with quotations from Chairman Mao, she recorded the names, habits, characteristics, uses and various treatment techniques of various drugs. My mother's calligraphy is very good, better than my father's, which surprised me very much: her calligraphy is not naive at all, but like that of a cultural cadre. To this day, I am quite complacent about the art of calligraphy, and it is still impressive to re-examine my mother's handwriting more than 20 years ago. However, she often writes typos. Now, I still keep my mother's notebook and two supporting Chinese medicine textbooks. I put them on the bookshelf, and I still seem to smell the faint scent of medicine between the pages.

After qualified training, my mother joined the cooperative medical station in Chengguan Town, which is close to my middle school and has two old wooden houses facing the street. Prescription and injection by Dr. Li, an old Chinese medicine practitioner; The other room is a pharmacy, with two rows of dark red cabinets filled with drawers. On the drawer door, there is a white and yellow note with strange Chinese medicine names written in regular script with a brush. The handle of the drawer is unique, it is a white porcelain with lines. These drug names were written by Dr. Li, a white-haired doctor. He looks thin, wears reading glasses and has a Shanghai accent. He seems to be an old educated youth who can't go back. In our small county, the educated youth in Shanghai have been to many places, and the few people who stay are very different: one loves riding a bicycle and strolls in the street in rain or shine; One is good at playing accordion and flute, and the tune is always so melancholy and lonely. After many years, I finally recognized a song called "Flying Partridge" and another song called "Gusuxing". Because of the fairy-like appearance and temperament of this old Chinese doctor, many people come here, and even watching him prescribe drugs is a kind of enjoyment: after a while, he wrote a string of gobbledygook-like symbols on prescription paper and handed it to my mother.

P: I pass by here every day on my way to school. I also found that a retired old teacher in the school also likes to come. His surname is Shi, and he teaches art. Because he likes painting portraits of Chairman Mao, he is famous, but he also suffers from it. It is said that he was put in the bullpen. From then on, I lost my mind, so I came to talk to Dr. Li, with a low voice and a sigh from time to time.

There are three aunts guarding the drugstore with their mothers. I saw them doing three things all day: taking medicine, giving injections and knitting sweaters. Besides, it's endless chatting. I noticed that they were quick to take medicine, and they could find the corresponding drawer at a glance at the prescription. Grasping by hand is basically accurate, and finally put it on a small scale to weigh, add and subtract points. Then, pour the medicine into wool paper or waste newspaper, wrap it tightly, write a few words and explain it to others.

As soon as I walked into the drugstore, I was wrapped in a thick smell of medicine, and I was a little breathless, but I was used to it. I was shocked when I looked at the mysterious drawers and drug names with labels: their names were so strange, such as "Pinellia ternata, Polygonatum sibiricum", "Motherwort, Bletilla striata", and they were all elegant plants. Of course, some of them were minerals and other heterogeneous, such as "cinnabar, realgar and hippocampus", which made me associate with them. Li Keran painted four poems of Chairman Mao's Red Mountain with top cinnabar, which became classics in the history of painting. As for realgar, isn't it the performance of Xu Xian's impulsiveness? The so-called hippocampus is just equivalent to a small fish.

Among them, my favorite herb is licorice. First of all, because of its name, Ural licorice. Isn't it a "sweet grass"? In the past, Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs, and it was this treasure that detoxified him. Besides, my own surname is Gan, and this licorice belongs to my family. Before the 500 robbery, I should have been born from the same root. At the earliest, my mother taught me to chew licorice because of its pharmacological effects and because it can replace fruit candy in disguise. In the 1980s, any sweetness was a luxury. In this way, I grew up chewing licorice, thinking that I chewed out the real taste of licorice and cracked all the passwords of licorice.

Mother also likes to use Dangshen stewed black-bone chicken and pork belly to replenish blood. She is malnourished and severely anaemic. Ginseng is too expensive to eat. There are honeysuckle and medlar, which are used by mother to make tea. Naturally, I also enjoy it.

In the corner of her yard, my mother also planted several pseudo-ginseng. The spreading vine leaves were pulled to the wall and covered into a green blanket, which was as eye-catching as the color of green landscape painting. Unfortunately, it was demolished, which made me lose this green color. Mother had to dig out the tuber of Panax notoginseng and collect it. She said that Panax notoginseng can treat gynecological diseases and traumatic injuries.

One day in the 1990s, this cooperative medical station was cancelled. It is said that it is a market economy: mom, a small Chinese medicine shop, does not make money. Whether it is selling medicine or injecting, the charge is extremely low, close to the cost price. I saw with my own eyes that a big bag of medicine was only a few cents. What's the profit? Mother said that their wages were subsidized by the health bureau. Now, if the government wants to reform, it must abolish the non-standard Chinese medicine shops. As a result, everyone was forced to sell the facade for thousands of dollars each, and then left.

At home, my mother is a full-time housewife. The task of making money is entirely the responsibility of the father. The Chinese medicine shop was bought by others and turned into a clothing store. Since then, most popular pharmacies on the street have been chain-like western pharmacies. In my impression, Chinese medicine is culture, and Chinese medicine practitioners who look forward to listening and asking questions are almost equivalent to poets, such as Fu Shan in Fu Qingzhu, which I admire. On the contrary, I am afraid of western medicine, because these things are chemical tissues prepared and synthesized in the laboratory, and their composition is complex and suspicious. At least there is no process of growing in the sun, no temperature and humidity, no personality and no soul. I really can't imagine that "amoxicillin" will make me closer and more trusted than my mother's "honeysuckle". Even if I have a cold, a pot of boiled water with brown sugar and ginger tortured by my mother will help me keep warm and recover from the most expensive cold spirit. At least, my heart is warm.

Now, my father has gone to heaven. Mother guarded us alone, planting flowers and vegetables on the empty roof. My mother's body is very thin, and sometimes she gets sick. I'm worried. At the same time, I comfort myself: Is it abnormal to be sick? Doesn't it prove that people are alive? Besides, there are so many lifelike drugs accompanying you in this world. A grass is medicine, a leaf is medicine, a ray of sunshine, a drop of water, everything, even one person can be another person's ganoderma lucidum. Mother has been with vegetation for many years, immersed in endless medicinal incense, and should have an antique color to prolong her life. For me, my mother is an invaluable Chinese medicine in my life, which can clear away heat and detoxify me and resist the helpless sorrow and sadness in this world.

(Note: This is the original text, with 2290 words, published in the 5th issue of Nanjing Yuhua Literature (20 1 1). The following is an abridged version of the selected examination paper, which is 142 1 word)

20 12 college entrance examination Zhejiang volume literature text reading questions and reference answers Read the following text and complete1115 questions. (20 points) Mother's Chinese medicine shop Wen/Gan Dianjiang At that time, my favorite places to go were Xinhua Bookstore and my mother's Chinese medicine shop. The former is because I love reading books and buying comic books; The latter is because I like to smell those Chinese medicines, especially chewing a few pieces of bitter and sweet licorice. My mother used to be a barefoot doctor. In the early 1980s, after attending medical training, my mother joined the cooperative medical station in Chengguan Town. The medical station is near the middle school where I study, and there are two old wooden houses facing the street. One is prescribing injections, and the other is a pharmacy. There are three aunts guarding the drugstore with their mothers. All day, they do three things: take medicine, take injections and knit sweaters. Besides, it's endless chatting. I noticed that they were quick to take medicine, and they could find the corresponding drawer at a glance at the prescription. Grasping by hand is basically accurate, and finally put it on a small scale to weigh, add and subtract points. Then, pour the medicine into wool paper or waste newspaper, wrap it tightly, write a few words and hand it to others. As soon as I walked into the drugstore, I was wrapped in a thick smell of medicine, and I was a little breathless, but I was used to it. I looked at the mysterious drawers and drug names with labels. I was very excited: "Pinellia ternata, Polygonatum sibiricum" and "Motherwort and Bletilla striata" are all elegant plants. Of course, there are some minerals and other anomalies, such as "cinnabar, realgar and hippocampus", which reminds me that this cinnabar must be a traditional red pigment in Chinese painting, right? Li Keran painted four poems of Chairman Mao's Red Mountain with top cinnabar, which became classics in the history of painting. As for realgar, isn't this the performance of Xu Xian's impulse? The so-called hippocampus is just equivalent to a small fish. Among them, my favorite herb is licorice. First of all, because of its name, Ural licorice. Isn't it a "sweet grass"? In the past, Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs, and it was this treasure that detoxified him. Besides, my own surname is Gan, and this licorice belongs to my family. Before the 500 robbery, I should have been born from the same root. At the earliest, my mother taught me to chew licorice because of its pharmacological effects and because it can replace fruit candy in disguise. In the 1980s, any sweetness was a luxury. In this way, I grew up chewing licorice, thinking that I chewed out the real taste of licorice and cracked all the passwords of licorice. Mother also likes to use Dangshen stewed black-bone chicken and pork belly to replenish blood. She is malnourished and severely anaemic. Ginseng is too expensive to eat. There are honeysuckle and medlar, which are used by mother to make tea. Naturally, I also enjoy it. In the corner of her yard, my mother also planted several pseudo-ginseng. The spreading vine leaves were pulled to the wall and covered into a green blanket, which was as eye-catching as the color of green landscape painting. Unfortunately, it was demolished, which made me lose this green color. Mother had to dig out the tuber of Panax notoginseng and collect it. She said that Panax notoginseng can treat gynecological diseases and traumatic injuries. One day in the 1990s, this cooperative medical station was cancelled. At home, my mother is a full-time housewife. The task of making money is entirely the responsibility of the father. The Chinese medicine shop was bought by others and turned into a clothing store. Since then, most popular pharmacies on the street have been chain-like western pharmacies. In my impression, Chinese medicine is culture, and an eager Chinese medicine practitioner is almost equivalent to a poet. On the contrary, I am afraid of western medicine, because these things are chemical tissues prepared and synthesized in the laboratory, and their composition is complex and suspicious. At least there is no process of growing in the sun, no temperature and humidity, no personality and no soul. I really can't imagine that "amoxicillin" will make me closer and more trusted than my mother's "honeysuckle". Even if I have a cold, a pot of boiled water with brown sugar and ginger tortured by my mother will help me keep warm and recover from the most expensive cold spirit. At least, my heart is warm. Now, my father has gone to heaven. Mother guarded us alone, planting flowers and vegetables on the empty roof. My mother's body is very thin, and sometimes she gets sick. I'm worried. At the same time, I comfort myself: Is it abnormal to be sick? Doesn't it prove that people are alive? Besides, there are so many lifelike drugs accompanying you in this world. A grass is medicine, a leaf is medicine, a ray of sunshine, a drop of water, everything, even one person can be another person's ganoderma lucidum. Mother has been with vegetation for many years, immersed in endless medicinal incense. For me, my mother is an invaluable Chinese medicine in my life, which can clear away heat and detoxify and resist all kinds of harm in this world. (This article is abridged) 1 1. Briefly analyze the details of the third paragraph "catching drugs". (3 points) 12. In the fourth paragraph, what is the author's intention to write associations caused by drug names? (3 points) 13. Why use more pen and ink to write "licorice"? (4 points) 14. Appreciate underlined sentences in the text. (5 points) 15. At the end of the article, the author said that "mother is an invaluable Chinese medicine in my life". Talk about your understanding of this sentence in connection with the full text. (5 points)-Reference answer: 1 1. (1) They used a series of actions, such as "grabbing", "weighing", "adding", "subtracting", "wrapping" and "tying" to show their skillful grasping skills and meticulous working attitude. (2) Reproduce the characters and related scenes in plain language. 12.( 1) indicates the relationship between drug names and traditional figures. (2) Show my curiosity and closeness to TCM. (3) Enrich the content of the article. 13。 (1) "My surname is related to licorice. (2) "I" grew up chewing licorice and had special feelings for licorice. (3) Ural licorice has a sweet taste, which reflects the fullness and happiness of "I" in that era. (4) Licorice has made me realize the true meaning of life.

14.( 1) The use of parallelism and metaphor enhances the artistic appeal. (2) Everything in the world can be used as medicine, which enriches the connotation of TCM. (3) Point out that everything has its own nature and uses. (4) Taking Ganoderma lucidum as a metaphor, the relationship between people is sublimated into an indispensable dependence.

15。 (1) My mother's "traditional Chinese medicine" flavor protects me from the world. (2) Like the pharmacology of traditional Chinese medicine, my mother's love and virtue comforted my soul and became my priceless spiritual wealth. (3) Vividly express my sincere feelings for my mother. (4) echo the title and deepen the theme.