Bing Xin's Memory of Reading, Mark Twain's My First Literary Attempt, and Feng Zikai's Sheltering from the Rain in the Mountains ~

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When it comes to reading, I talk a lot! Less than a few years after I started reading, I can read. It is not the book after the first Chinese textbook "Heaven, Earth, Sun, Moon, Mountain, Water, Earth and Wood" published by the Commercial Press, which my mother taught me at the age of 4, but the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which I began to teach myself at the age of 7.

At that time, my uncle, Mr. Yang Zijing, would tell our cousins a story about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms every night after dinner. I listened with relish. What he said was really wonderful, "Banqueting heroes in Taoyuan and making contributions to heroes in the Yellow Scarf", but he talked for half an hour and then stopped to do his own thing. I had to go to bed with tears in my eyes, urged by my mother, and with infinite suspense about the following story.

After that, I decided to bite my bullet and pick up a book, Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I read it with a little knowledge, but the more I read it, the more I understand it, even though the pronunciation is wrong. For example, I read "Kai" as "Qi" and "Zhu" as "Zhe" because I only learned half of that word.

Speaking of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I first read that Guan Yu died and cried, so I left the book behind. The second time I read it again, Zhuge Liang died, cried again, left the book behind, and finally forgot to read the whole book until it was over for a long time.

At this time, I also read a serial strange story that my mother often puts in the money basket. A serial story is a short story that can be picked up and put down at any time, and it is written in classical Chinese, which is very helpful to my composition class, because my composition teacher once criticized a sentence in my composition book, "Liuzhou has a strong character." In fact, I haven't read Liu Zongyuan and Li He's articles at that time.

Because reading The Romance of The Three Kingdoms aroused my interest in Zhang Hui's novels, I greatly appreciated The Water Margin, which described "the officials forced the people to revolt". The characters described in that book, such as Lin Chong and the temple of Lin Fengxue Mountain, made me angry! Lu, Lu and others all have their own extremely distinctive styles. Although the author has to make up a total of 72 dungeons in 36 days to barely make up the number of people 108, I think it is much better than the personality-free Dang Kouzhi.

"Sincerely Saying Yue" didn't leave me much impression, although Yue Fei was the greatest patriotic hero I admired since I was a child. Incidentally, I love classical poetry very much, but only Yue Wumu's "Man Jiang Hong" and Li Qingzhao's "Slow Whispering" can recite it from beginning to end, and her refrain: "Looking and searching, desolate and desolate ..." is very touching, especially when I started looking and searching1kloc-0/year old, I went back. At that time, as long as I had a few cents in my hand, I asked people to buy Lin's translated novels, which made me know a lot about the foreign world.

I read a dream of red mansions when I was twelve or thirteen. At first, I was not very interested in it. Jia Baoyu's girlish voice and Lin Daiyu's crying bored me. It was not until after middle age that I picked up this book and read it again, only then did I taste "full of absurd words and bitter tears", the taste of the rise and fall of a dynasty and family.

On the whole, on the whole, I have read many Chinese and foreign literary works in my life. I will always feel that reading is the greatest happiness in my life! From reading, I also got the principle of "independent thinking" in life, which I can't get from the textbook of "self-cultivation"

1980 after I came back from a Japanese visit, I couldn't stay at home because of my leg injury, so it was impossible to "go to Wan Li Road" and "read thousands of books" was my only pastime. I get a lot of books and periodicals every day, know a lot of things and know a lot of people. At the same time, if I read more books, I will choose to compare. For example, if you watch the wonderful The Journey to the West, you will forget the tedious Biography of Immortals, while if you watch the Water Margin with vivid characters, you will not watch the boring Dangkou Zhi, and so on. For modern literary works, those vague words, piled up with many gorgeous words, moaning and romantic words are erased from my mind as soon as I see them, but those unpretentious chapters full of true feelings, even if they are only a few hundred words, often make me moved!

After reading a lot of books, I also had an experience. Things are afraid of comparison, people are afraid of comparison and books are afraid of comparison. "It's better than not knowing, and it's more shocking than comparison."

So, one year on Children's Day, a children's publication asked me to write a few words to guide children to read. I only wrote nine words, namely:

Study hard, read more, study hard.

1early morning of September 8, 989

My first literary attempt

[Name] Mark Twain (American humorist, novelist, writer and speaker)

When I was thirteen, I was very smart. I think I was a rare clever boy. At that time, I published an exercise in the newspaper, which was very unexpected and became a sensational news in our place. Indeed, I'm proud, too. I was an apprentice in a printing factory. I am an ambitious teenager. My uncle asked me to run errands in his newspaper (the newspaper is called Hannibal Weekly, and anyone with 500 subscribers can pay two yuan in advance a year, as well as bundles of firewood, cabbage and unsalable radishes).

On an auspicious day in summer, my uncle left home for a week. Before he left, he told me that I could write a weekly newspaper if I wanted. God, I really don't want to do such a thing. Higgins is the editor of a newspaper that is opposite to us. He was recently abandoned by his lover. One night, a friend found a note on the poor man's bed, which said that he couldn't stand this life any longer and had to jump into the Bell River to commit suicide. The friend hurried to see Higgins wading back to the shore. He decided not to throw himself into the river. For days, people in the town talked about it, but Higgins didn't notice it. I thought it was a good opportunity, so I took great pains to write a detailed report on this matter, drew a set of rough illustrations, and carved them under wooden movable type with a folding knife-one of them showed Higgins wading across the river in his shirt, holding a lantern in one hand and a crutch in the other to test the water depth. I think it's funny, and I don't think it's immoral to publish like this.

Satisfied with this practice, I look for people who can win everywhere. I think it's interesting to attack the editor of a nearby newspaper with a prank that caught me off guard: "Look at him in a daze". I published this article with a satirical title: Mr. john moore's Funeral-this is a rather crude satirical article.

Then, I wrote an article mocking two famous people-not only because their behavior should be blamed, but also because I think it is my responsibility to make the newspaper lively.

Then, I also made a measured dig at a new foreigner-a well-known employee tailor from Quincy. He is the number one playboy with a sly smile and vulgar clothes, which has always fascinated women. He writes a novel and poem to the newspaper every week to express his latest feelings. In this issue I edited, his rhyming poem "To Mary" is of course Mary in "To Hannibal". But when this poem was published, I suddenly had a whim, so I posted a concise and provocative footnote below:

We only publish such things once; But I hope Mr Gordon Lagnell understands that we are trying our best to be patient. From now on, if he wants to keep close contact with Hannibal's friends, he should choose other ways and stop using this column!

The newspaper was published. I never imagined that such a small matter, like my jokes and anecdotes, would be treated in a new way.

This issue of Hannibal Weekly is very popular because there is nothing new like it before. The whole town was a sensation. Before noon, Higgins came to visit with a double-barreled shotgun. When he saw that he was looking for a child who was wet behind the ears (that's what he called me), he felt beneath his dignity and walked away by my ear. That night, he quit his job and left the town forever. The tailor came with a goose and a pair of scissors; However, he also looked down on me and went to the south that night. These two mocked people came with arrogance, angered by my wretched little joke and left. The next day, the editor of the local newspaper swaggered, shouted, held his head high and was ecstatic. Finally, he sincerely understood me and invited me to the pharmacy for a cup of "Farnestock Insect Repellent" in a friendly atmosphere, so as to wash away all the resentment. This is his little joke. My uncle was very angry when he came back. I think if he considers my contribution to the newspaper and I do it out of gratitude for his love for me-he should know in his heart that this is the most important aspect-he should not be so angry. When he left home, he happened to avoid investigation, criticism and slander and escaped the attack on him. However, when he looked at the bill and saw that I had registered 33 new subscribers, and bundles of firewood, cabbage, beans and unsalable radishes, he became gentle, because these things were enough for a family to eat for two years!

Good words and sentences for sheltering from the rain in the mountains:

1. The more you wash the tea, the weaker it will rain. At first, I was disappointed by the rain in the mountains; At this time, a lonely and deep interest in sheltering from the rain in the mountains aroused my interest, but I think it is better than traveling in the mountains on a sunny day. As the saying goes, "the mountains fight against the rain", and I realized the benefits of this realm here. However, the two girls don't understand this interest. They are sitting in this small tea shop to hide from the rain, just complaining about others and being depressed. I can't explain to them what I have experienced, and I don't want them to be "adults" and experience the fun I feel.

The piano is as heavy as a coffin, and the violin is several hundred yuan each. Although exquisite, how many people in the world can appreciate it? Hu Qin only needs two or three cents. Although its range is not as wide as that of a violin, it is enough to play ordinary songs. Although the timbre is not as beautiful as the violin, the pronunciation can still be heard if it is properly assembled. This musical instrument is very popular among our people. There are barbershops, tailors, boats and three villages in Jiangbei. If we can create more simple and noble songs and make them as popular as Yu, its art will be cultivated.

The effect is probably much wider than the school music class.

3. Without Hu Qin's karma, how can the young people in Sancun be reluctant to part with me as a passer-by, and why don't I want to meet these people by chance? As the old saying goes, "Music teaches peace." I have been a music teacher for 78 years, and I have never proved this sentence. Unexpectedly, this day I proved it in this deserted village.