My mother and many others call her that, which seems a bit polite. Only my grandmother called her Chang.
I usually call her "grandma" without the word "long"; But when you hate her-for example, when you know that she killed my Tibetan mouse, call her Chang. We don't have long surnames there; She is short and fat, and "long" is not an adjective.
That's not her name. I remember she said her name. What girl, I have forgotten now, in short, it is not Aunt Long; I finally don't know her last name.
I remember that she also told me the origin of this name: there was a female worker in my family who was very tall, and this was Zhen Achang. Later, she went back, and my girl came to fill the vacancy. But because everyone was used to screaming, she didn't change her mind and became a dragon mother from then on.
Although it is not a good thing to talk about people behind their backs, if I have to tell the truth, I can only say: I really don't admire her very much. What I hate most is that I often like to make a careful observation and whisper to people.
Hold up your second finger, shake it up and down in the air, or light your opponent or nose. There was a little trouble at home, and somehow I always suspected that it was related to this "careful observation"
I'm not allowed to walk, pull weeds or turn over rocks, so I'm naughty. I'm going to tell my mother. In summer, when she was sleeping, she put her feet and hands over and put a word "big" in the middle of the bed, so that I had no place to turn over and slept on the mat in the corner for a long time. It was already so hot.
Push her, don't move; I'm calling her, but I don't smell it. "Dragon mother so fat, must be very afraid of the heat? I'm afraid it's not good to sleep at night. ..... "My mother once asked her after hearing my many complaints.
I also know that this means asking her to give me more empty seats. She won't talk.
But at night, when I woke up, I still saw the word "big" on the bed and an arm resting on my neck. I think it is really incredible.
But she knows many rules; These rules are probably my impatience. The happiest time of the year is naturally New Year's Eve.
After I resigned, I got lucky money from my elders, wrapped it in red paper and put it on my pillow. I can use it at will as long as I stay overnight. Sleeping on the pillow, looking at the red envelope, thinking about the tambourine, sword, clay figurine and sugar bodhisattva that I will buy tomorrow.
However, when she came in, she put another orange on the bed. "Brother, remember!" She said with the utmost seriousness.
"Tomorrow is the first day of the first month. As soon as I open my eyes in the morning, the first thing I want to say is:' Grandma, congratulations!' Remember? Remember, it's a year's luck. Don't say anything else! After that, I must eat some oranges. "
She picked up the orange and shook it in front of my eyes twice. "Well, all the year round, downstream ..." I remember New Year's Day in my dream and woke up early the next day. I had to sit up when I woke up.
She immediately put out her arm and held me down. When I looked at her in surprise, she looked at me anxiously.
She shook my shoulder as if she wanted something. I suddenly remembered-"Grandma, congratulations ..." "Congratulations! Congratulations, how smart everyone is! Congratulations! " She was so happy that she smiled and put something cold in my mouth.
After I was shocked, I suddenly remembered that this is the so-called Fuju, and the bitter days of the New Year are finally over, so I can get out of bed and play. She taught me many things, for example, when a person dies, he should not be said to be dead, but must be said to be "old"; People who have died and given birth to children, don't walk into the house; When a grain of rice falls to the ground, it must be picked up, and it is best to eat it; Never drill under the bamboo pole for drying trousers.
Besides, I have basically forgotten it now, only the strange ceremony on New Year's Day can be remembered most clearly. Bottom line: it's all so complicated, it's still troublesome to think about it.
However, there was a time when I had unprecedented respect for her. She often says "long hair" to me.
Her so-called "long hair" is not only Hong Xiuquan's army, but also all the bandits and robbers later, except the revolutionary party, because it did not exist at that time. She has long hair and speaks horribly. They can't understand what she is saying.
She said that long hair went to town, and the whole family fled to the seaside, leaving only a porter and an old mother who cooked. Later, long hair did come in, and the old maid called them "Wang". It is said that long hair should be called this way to tell her that she was hungry.
Long hair smiled and said, "Well, I'll give you something to eat!" " I threw a round thing with a braid, which was the porter's head. The old cook was terrified from then on, but as soon as she mentioned it, she turned pale and patted her chest and said, "Oh, I'm so scared, I'm so scared ..."
I didn't seem to be afraid at that time, because I didn't think these things had anything to do with me. I am not a porter. But she probably realized it right away and said, "A child like you will be captured by long hair and be captured into long hair.
There are also beautiful girls. ""then, it doesn't matter. "
I thought she must be the safest. She is neither a porter nor a child, and she is not good-looking. Besides, there are many scars on her neck. "there? ! "She said seriously.
"We are useless? We're going to be imprisoned, too When soldiers attacked outside the city, Long Mao told us to take off our pants and stand on the wall in rows so that the cannons outside could not be released. If you want to put it again, it will blow up! " This is really beyond my expectation, and I can't help but be surprised.
I always thought her stomach was full of troublesome etiquette, but I didn't expect her to have such great power. From then on, I have a special respect for her, which seems unfathomable; It's understandable to stretch your legs in the whole bed at night, but I should give in.
Although this respect gradually faded, it completely disappeared, probably after knowing that she had murdered my Tibetan rat. At that time, she was seriously booed and scolded her often to her face.
I really don't think I have long hair. I'm not going.
2. The description of Shan Hai Jing in Lu Xun's literary works. Shan Hai Jing is something that Lu Xun has longed for for for a long time.
For Lu Xun, The Classic of Mountains and Seas is not a wonderful book (Twenty-four Filial Piety Pictures are disgusted by him), not only knowledge (he has not become a geographer or a medical scientist, nor a scholar specializing in classical culture), but a "treasure book" to promote his spiritual growth. The heroic myths in Shan Hai Jing, such as Jingwei's reclamation, Kuafu Daily, Goddess of mending the sky, Houyi's shooting at the sun, Dayu's flood control, reflect the stories of ancient heroes struggling with powerful natural and social forces.
The spirit of self-improvement and perseverance embodied in these stories is the spiritual wealth of our whole nation. Lu Xun's new stories include Water Control, Mending the Sky and Running to the Moon, all of which are based on fairy tales.
There is no doubt that Lu Xun, the soul of our nation, has absorbed enough nutrients from Shan Hai Jing. Therefore, he regarded it as a "treasure book" all his life.
A great writer who has dealt with books all his life, his first precious book was bought by his eldest mother. This old mother can bear the respect and nostalgia of Lu Xun.
3. On Chang and Shan Haijing's Goodbye Chang;
I didn't see Chang again until I grew up.
The process of adulthood is slow and rapid. What is slow is that I came back here alone after "walking in" and "going out" many times. Soon, my sideburns grew gray hair that was out of proportion to my age. But back here, I seem to be the child who ran in and out holding the hand of mother dragon in the alley. I don't know if I can run with a beard, and I wonder if the Taoist mother can run?
My mother was the first person to see me when I entered the room, but my eldest mother was the first one to run out. When she took my hand to be caring and attentive, I knew I was still a child, at least, in her heart.
When I walked into the hall, the meal was already on the table. I am still full of nostalgia and gratitude for the day when I brought food home. During the dinner, I talked about the sea in the north and the snow in the south, and finally talked about my distant future.
My mother took my hand and said, "My child, it's good to be back ..." Just then, there was crying outside. As soon as I heard it, my mother ran out. Later, she brought a child in and told me who it was, so she took the child aside and coaxed him. Later, the child stopped crying and sat in the arms of the big mother, probably crying and falling asleep.
After the big mother helped her clear the table, her mother told her to go home early. It was particularly cold in winter nights.
The eldest mother told me to have a good rest, so she picked up the child and hurried out.
Mother said it was the child of Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Laohan who repaired shoes in Xicheng Gen. I don't know which knowledgeable drunkard walked under the wall. The old couple didn't know what to do, so they pushed the child out. Your big mother looked pitiful and kept it by her side.
I don't know why, I suddenly want to see my big mother. In the long alley, I saw a stubborn figure of a woman, leading a child in a hurry, and I could hear their faint words in my ear: "Big Mammy, what's the matter with Shan Hai Jing?"
Don't worry, 100% was written by myself, and no one can be like you!
Write an article about Luxun's childhood and ask for help. When Mr. Lu Xun was young, he loved to buy books, read books and copy books, and regarded books as treasures. Before entering San Tan Yin Yue, he read books without illustrations from his first teacher, a distant uncle. The teacher once told him that there is a painting of Shan Hai Jing, which depicts a beast with a face and a bird with three feet. A monster with no head and two breasts as eyes ... but he never found it. Such an interesting book can attract Lu Xun. He is obsessed with his dreams and can touch the nanny's mother. When she came back from visiting relatives, she tried to buy this book for Lu Xun. Seeing her, she handed her Lu Xun's Abao book and said happily, "Brother, there is a Classic of Mountains and Seas." Lu Xun was ecstatic at the news. He quickly picked up the book, opened the paper bag and read it. This is Lu Xun's favorite book. Later, when he became more literate, he saved money to buy books. During the New Year in China, there is a custom that adults often give their children some money called lucky money. When Lu Xun got the money, he was always reluctant to spend it and saved it to buy books. When Lu Xun was a child, he not only loved reading, but also liked copying books. He benefited a lot from copying books. He has a good memory and the books he has read are unforgettable for a long time, which is closely related to his hobby of copying books. Lu Xun's good habit of loving books as treasures from childhood runs through his life. He has read a lot of books. According to the book account statistics in Lu Xun's Diary, the books he bought were only between 19 12.
5. The analysis of characters in Lu Xun's Sunset Flowers, A Chang and Shan Hai Jing. The most taboo in writing a running account is that the distinctive character of the character is submerged in the narrative of the general character.
This article is skillful in complex and simple choices. I don't know much about the name and experience of my eldest mother, so I can get it done in a few words.
The story of my mother stepping on a buddy's favorite Tibetan mouse has been described in the previous article "Dog, Cat and Mouse", so this article naturally needs no elaboration. And her "hate" point is that she likes "careful observation" and sleeps "big" at night. She is too lazy to say anything, but she writes vividly and concretely.
How the author turns from hating her and hating her to respecting her is the main part of this article, which is a heavy pen and a heavy color, and enjoys its "complexity". In the author's pen, the eldest mother is very annoying and has no excuse; She's annoying, but she needs to analyze.
The author of "Childhood" is deeply impatient, because his mother has too many manners and rules, and it is "tedious" to teach him too much truth. What makes this childhood author impatient and even regarded as "suffering" is the "strange New Year's Day ceremony": when he opens his eyes in the morning, he will say "Grandma, congratulations!" Then "eat some oranges" to achieve "perennial downstream"
But even if there are some superstitions and bad habits, doesn't this still show the true love of the big mother for her brothers? Perhaps it can be said that this is a transition from "disgust" to "respect", and "disgust" and "annoyance" are still slightly different. There are two things that make the big mother finally win the respect of her brother.
One is that she actually has the "divine power" of not letting go of the cannon. The other is that she bought him Shan Hai Jing, which he never forgets. These two things are different in weight.
Prose creation requires scattered but not chaotic, tight but not dead, can be put away and collected, and rolled up comfortably. The first "respect" was caused by the big mother talking about "long hair"
What is the relationship between "long hair" and dragon mother? This seems very sudden. But layer by layer, it is said that if women "take off their pants and stand on the wall in a row, the cannons outside will not be put;" If you want to let it go again, it will blow up. "
It turns out that the eldest mother has such "great power", which makes her have "special respect" and even forgives her for "stretching her hands and feet and occupying the whole bed at night", which is a turning point from "boredom" to "respect"
After the Tibetan rat incident, the "respect" for the eldest mother completely disappeared, but turned into hatred, to the extent of "calling her Chang to her face." "But when I mourn the Tibetan mouse and avenge it, I am eager to draw the Classic of Mountains and Seas."
This seems to be sudden again. Write a distant great-uncle, write a distant great-uncle's wife, write a book with many names about this great-uncle, and write Shan Hai Jing. He said that there was a painting. "Unfortunately, I don't know where it is now."
What does this have to do with big mom? What does this have to do with "respecting" the big mother? Chang, who can't read, happily bought the "Three Hum Classics with Pictures" that a senior brother dreamed of but never got. Although this book is a very rough book, it is the author's "first acquired and most beloved book".
This triggered a "new respect" for "she really has a lot of power". The resentment of murdering Tibetan rats was completely eliminated from now on.
This is another turn from "hate" to "respect". The first "respect" originated from the legend of "long hair", which was unexpected and quite unfathomable. Therefore, the word "great" of "great power" inevitably has an incredible irony.
The second "respect" comes from the personal experience of a brother. "She did what others refused to do or could not do", adding the word "indeed" before "great power", which is a sense of brotherhood. However, I think that this big mother was finally admired by Mr. Lu Xun, probably because of her "earnest" spirit.
Lu Xun, who was still his brother at that time, was naturally unlikely to recognize this feature of his older mother, so it could not be his brother's feeling. But when Lu Xun wrote this article recalling the past more than 30 years later, he could clearly see this special point. Therefore, under Lu Xun's pen, the older mother was serious in teaching her younger brother those complicated manners, rules and principles, and even was "extremely solemn" when she insisted on observing the "weird New Year's Day ceremony".
She told the story of long hair with the same seriousness, even when talking about her ridiculous "usefulness", she was "serious". Needless to say, many words and deeds of the eldest mother have a lot of superstitious colors.
Lu Xun has always opposed feudal superstition, but in lace literature? The article "Thoughts after Reading Guangzhou" praised Cantonese people for their "superstitious seriousness and courage". Of course, he is not advocating superstition here, he is emphasizing seriousness.
So he said, "Guangzhou people's superstition is not enough to learn the law, but it is very serious. It is admirable to learn the law." The same is true of Lu Xun's view of the eldest mother.
The eldest mother finally bought the woodcut "Three Hums Classics", which triggered greater interest and deeper hobbies for picture books. I can't remember when I lost this precious book again.
It has been more than 30 years since my eldest mother died. "Good and dark Mother Earth, may her soul be in your arms forever!" Lu Xun wrote his unforgettable eldest mother with this article, and gave her deep blessings with this ending.
(1) The language of plain images and words is very plain, and the words are full of childhood memories, pure and lasting: my big mother has taught me a lot. I feel annoyed, but there are moments when I pay unprecedented respect to her, especially when she tells me a story about "long hair". I was fascinated by it. Children like to listen to bandits and robbers, and they like to be dazzled. They think * * * is funny, and my eldest mother is also very involved: Oh, you scared me to death ... one or two vivid quotes.
(2) Feelings are real: As a child, I had a very cunning view at that time. Chang in his mind: "ugly, with many sores on his neck", judging people by their appearances-such a funny and naive taste is portrayed. I have full respect for her from time to time: because she has rich "historical" experience, has experienced many "thrilling" stories and has seen all the vicissitudes! But sometimes there will be resentment and hatred-although this respect has gradually faded.
6. There are many vivid characters in the 800-word imitation of Mr. Lu Xun's works, and Ah Chang is one of them. She has little culture and many rules and superstitions ... but he is really good to young Lu Xun, which is true. In this way, it is this yellow, fat and short female worker who adds a bit of truth and cuteness.
This reminds me of my old grandmother. She is also a kind old man, born lean. When I was young, I was an educated youth and worked as a primary school teacher. The old man is willing to pray to God and worship Buddha. I remember it was cloudy on my way home. The old man kept chanting: "Buddha protects us from the rain." Hardly had we entered the room when it began to rain. Grandma was as happy as a child and said to me, "Look, it works!" " "I smiled irrefutably and said simply," I am very lucky. " The old man's smile froze. I was dumbfounded, looking at the old man's white hair, and I couldn't help thinking, "I am old, and I like to find spiritual sustenance." "But my grandmother immediately restored her smile and eagerly asked me what I wanted to eat tonight.
To tell the truth, I have no respect for this old woman, and sometimes I even complain about her nagging. I once advised her to sit in the elderly activity room opposite home. She refused, saying that she didn't know anyone there and was more lonely. Is she lonely? I froze.
My mother told me that I grew up in the arms of this old woman. No wonder she looked into my eyes, full of happiness.
Remember that rainy night, only the two of us were at home. My head is swollen badly. I lie in bed, vomit whatever I eat and drink water. The old man was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, begging for something from the Buddha everywhere. I couldn't help getting angry: "What do you want with those useless things? It is better to do something practical! " But then she went out. My heart is more wronged. But soon she came back with innovative bedding and newly bought medicine. As soon as I took the medicine, I vomited everything in my stomach. I tried to eat something more, but I stopped vomiting. The old man changed the quilt that was vomited in a big mess for me and replaced it with a new one. The old man patted me with his big rough palm and I fell asleep soon. ...
In my dream, I am in the endless sea of flowers, and a rough hand leads me forward, forward …
I don't really remember what happened afterwards. I only remember that since then, I have less estrangement and more respect for my grandmother. Now, grandma has moved back to her hometown and can only visit her on holidays. But to me, this old woman is like Chang written by Lu Xun. Although she has shortcomings, she really loves me and is really cute.