Walking through the door, you will be greeted by a half-length granite sculpture of a gentleman. Mr. sat on the stone base, his face was thin, with a trademark mustache, holding a pen in one hand, his eyes were like a torch, his expression was resolute, looking into the distance, and the other hand was holding a stack of manuscripts, annotated with a red pen, the handwriting was clear and organized, and the sculpture was engraved with "Lu Xun, 1881---1936" several simple introductions, in front of the sculpture was a pool of clear water, symbolizing the style of Mr. Gaoshi, and in front was a row of neat bouquets--- which was the highest respect for Mr.
When I walked into this courtyard, it was the middle of autumn, the breeze caressed, not hot or dry, the warm sunlight shone on the ground through the yellowed elm leaves in the courtyard, and the sparkling spots on the clean bluestone slab floor were like the waves on the calm lake. Surrounded by a bustling crowd, most of them young people, and even many elementary school students and high school students, everyone came here to silently recite his immortal words hanging on the wall, to pay homage to him, to remember him, to commemorate him. In this situation, I suddenly remembered a sentence from my husband: "Infinite distance, countless people, are all related to me." ”
There is a man who is alive, but he is dead; Some people are dead, and he is still alive. "Even though Mr. has been gone, it has been almost ninety years. But for 90 years, countless people still remember him and remember the words he wrote, because his words, although cold, reach the hearts of the people. Throughout his life, he kept criticizing, polemics, and counterattacks, criticizing feudal etiquette, criticizing the old traditions, arguing with the retro faction, and conceiving the fascists of the Kuomintang, as he said: "I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds." ”
I have admired Mr. for a long time, from primary school, middle school to university, until now, his works are often read and updated, and every time I read them, I have different understandings and different feelings. From "Baicao Garden to Sanwei Study", I saw the young man full of interest, from "Social Opera" I read the true memories and generous family affection when I was a child, from "In Memory of Liu He Zhenjun" I saw "a real warrior and face the bleak life", from "Little Miscellaneous Feelings" I saw the creepy profundity of human nature, from "Hometown" I read the spiritual numbness of the people at the bottom due to poverty, from "The True Story of Ah Q" I read the sorrow of the foolish people and their misfortune and anger, and from "Kong Yiji" I read the pedantry, ridiculousness, and insensitivity ...... literati of the old timesHis words, shining with the light of truth, have endured immortality for a hundred years. "The richness of his feelings, the profundity of his observations, the eternity of his artistic conception, the correctness of his words, and the painstaking thinking of others but not easy to get it right, he naturally wrote it, what a genius! What a scholarship! As he said to himself: "When I am dusty, you will see my smile!" ”
I will laugh, I will sing. "Mr.'s life is a life of wandering, and it is also a life of endless fighting. Since childhood, he was familiar with poetry and books, and later his family fell into the middle of the road, entered a new school, studied road mines, and then went to Japan to study, first studied medicine, and then changed literature and art, thinking that "saving the country and saving the people needs to save the mind first", hoping to use literature to transform the "national inferior roots", returned to China at the age of twenty-eight, and served in the Ministry of Education at the age of thirty-one, and published works under the pseudonym of "Lu Xun" at the age of thirty-seven, and then was forced to leave his post because of his support for the Beijing student patriotic movement, and went to Xiamen and Guangzhou to speak, and settled in Shanghai in his later years, while writing, while carrying out the progressive movement, He died in 1936 at the age of 55. Throughout his life, he loved and hated clearly, jealous and hateful, and he never stopped writing and exalting reason, hoping to "expose the suffering of illness and attract the attention of healing." "Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowing his head and being willing to be a son of a cow. He is a real "person who works hard, who works hard, who asks for his life for the people, and who sacrifices his life to seek the law......It is the backbone of China. ”
Walking through the courtyard and coming to the exhibition hall, several key words such as "rushing", "weeds", "sprouts", "shouting" and "Beidou" come into view, like an open book, leading the viewer into the life of Mr. In the order of time and place, the exhibition hall reviews the life of Mr. through detailed documentary materials, and each stage of life is accompanied by a large number of ** and physical materials. Many precious historical materials such as the graduation certificate of Mr. Wang, the graduation license of the Mineral Railway School, and the graduation certificate of the Japanese Kobun College are well preserved. Excitingly, there are also many small details such as his ranking list at Sendai Medical College and letters to friends, which are displayed here, allowing the audience to get closer to him.
Next to the courtyard, there is also a small gentleman's former residence in Beiping, in the middle of the yard there are two white lilac trees planted by Mr. back then, which are still healthy and beautiful. There are three rooms in the north and south rooms, one in the east and one in the east and west rooms, and nearly a hundred years have passed, and everything in this exquisite small courtyard house is well preserved and maintains the appearance of the year.
Walking gently, walking and watching in the courtyard, the warm afternoon sun caresses and shines on the body, warm and soft, like the loving eyes of Mr., as if Mr. is still there, still in this courtyard, this courtyard still retains his breath, his gaze, his strength. Every visitor who walks into this courtyard is not an ordinary tourist, but a loyal reader. His words have the power to travel through time and space, and when I read it, I still feel that his torch-like gaze can penetrate people's hearts and reach the depths of their souls. "Hope is attached to existence, and where there is, there is hope, and where there is hope, there is light. "Huge buildings are always stacked one on top of each other, so why don't we make this one stone at a time? I often do odd things, and that's what I do. ”
Many people say that Mr. Wang's work is outdated. Isn't it? Aren't there many familiar works that have been removed from primary and secondary school textbooks? This may be a case in point. There are also many people who say that his articles are too pungent and unbridled, cynical, and combative, and are no longer suitable for the current society. Some people also say that the villages, towns, villages and cities in his pen have undergone earth-shaking changes compared with the present, and now there are no Kong Yiji, Xianglin's sister-in-law, Runtu and Ah Q, so his works are no longer suitable for the current society, and it is normal to remove him from the textbooks.
These views are actually wrong. I thought that his works had the charm of traveling through time and space, and would never go out of style! There are two main factors in judging whether a writer's work is outdated: one is whether his work deeply reflects the era in which he lives, and the other is whether his work reveals the commonality of human beings. However, his Kong Yiji, Xianglin Sister-in-law, Runtu and Ah Q are not only symbols, but also a distant historical memory, and at the same time have been advanced in the context of the new era, which are still critical and contemporary, and still have guiding significance for today's society.
You don't see, the national problems under the totalitarian rule that he criticized back then still exist today, and they are becoming more and more prominent, and there are not a few contemporary Xianglin sisters-in-law, Kong Yiji, Ah Q, and Runtu. Many small-town homemakers and migrant workers have experienced the difficulties of survival and the solidification of class from Mr. Wang's works. "The young man doesn't understand Kong Yiji, and he is already a person in the book when he reads. "It is said that academic qualifications are stepping stones, but I slowly found that it is a high platform that I can't get off, and it is a long gown that Kong Yiji can't take off. "If I hadn't studied, I would have gone to make screws with peace of mind, but there was no if. It can be said that it is only the gentleman who is symbolic, symbolized and difficult to read the nostalgic and cultural symbols that are far away, while a gentleman with great connotation, through the profound criticism and exposure of the art of power rule, and the spirit of enlightenment, can still transcend time and space and live forever in the world.
Sir is immortal, his works are immortal.
Earthfire runs underground, rushing; Once the lava erupts, it will burn up all the weeds and trees, and it will be incorruptible. But I'm calm, glad. I will laugh, I will sing. ”
Heaven and earth are so quiet that I can't laugh and sing. If heaven and earth are not so quiet, I may not be able to. I testify with this weed, in light and dark, life and death, past and future, before friends and enemies, men and beasts, lovers and unlovers. ”
In memory of Mr.
** in the text is original
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