-Author: Zhou Ye
When my uncle Lu Xun was alive, I was still young and had no idea who Lu Xun was. I thought my uncle was my uncle, just like anyone's uncle. Uncle died, and his body was lying in the auditorium of the funeral home on earth. Many people came to mourn and pay tribute to him, and some even burst into tears. Countless elegiac couplets hung all over the walls, and wreaths of all sizes filled the whole room. Students, workers and all kinds of people sent elegiac couplets and wreaths. I was a little surprised at the time. Why is my uncle loved by so many people? I looked blankly at the people who came and went to mourn, thinking that I would never see my uncle's face, hear his voice, be caressed by him again, and my tears fell drop by drop.
On the first month of my uncle's death, one day, it was Saturday afternoon, and my parents took me to my uncle's house. At that time, every weekend, our three sisters always took turns to follow their parents to their uncle's house for reunion. On this day, at dinner, my uncle told me the story of the characters in the Water Margin. I don't know how my uncle knew that I watched Water Margin. Maybe my father told him. To tell the truth, when I look at the Water Margin, I just swallow the dates and pay attention to the tense and moving plot. The characters and complicated contents of those heroes are unclear, and sometimes they put what one person does on another. I was arrogant when my uncle asked me. Uncle touched his beard and smiled and said, "Ha ha! My memory is still very good. " After listening to my uncle's words, I felt ashamed and regretful, which was worse than being beaten and scolded. Since then, I have never read anything so-so.
When I left that day, my uncle gave me two books, one is Watch and the other is Little John. My uncle has been dead for many years, and I still have these two books.
Once, at my uncle's house, everyone ate around a table. I looked at my father's nose, then at my uncle's nose and said, "Uncle, you are like my father everywhere, but there is such a little difference."
"What doesn't?" Uncle turned around and asked me with a smile. He was chewing something, and the beard on his lips moved with him.
"Dad's nose is tall and straight, and yours is flat and flat." I looked at them for a long time before saying.
"You don't know," my uncle said with a smile touching his nose. "When I was young, my nose was as straight as your father's."
"That how-"
"But in the end, I hit the wall several times and my nose was squashed."
"Hit a wall?" I said, "How can you hit the wall? Did you walk carelessly? "
"Do you think it's not easy to hit the wall when it's dark around?"
"Oh!" I suddenly realized, "Of course, the wall is much harder than the nose. No wonder I hit my nose flat. "
Everyone here laughed.
One year on New Year's Eve, my family went to my uncle's house. My uncle bought us many firecrackers and flower pots. We are all very timid, and no one dares to let go, so my uncle and father will let go for us. Each of them took a lot of things and went into the yard. We covered our ears, hid behind the glass door and looked at them with wide eyes. Four glass doors, one for the three of us and facing the sea. Aunt and mother are standing next to us.
Dad set off firecrackers. It was really loud and terrible. Although he closed the door and covered his ears, he could still hear their voices. We are breathless with tension.
After dad set off firecrackers, it was uncle's turn to set off the flower tube. Sparks are flying before our eyes, and bright colors are reflected on my uncle's face. I suddenly noticed the expression on his face, so kind and happy. His eyebrows, eyes and wrinkles on his forehead all show his inner joy. At that time, his face was full of natural and harmonious beauty, which I had never seen before.
One night, the north wind roared and it was dark. People in the street are anxious to go home. Mom and dad took my hand and went to my uncle's house. Not far from my uncle's house, I saw a rickshaw driver sitting on the ground and throwing his car aside.
We walked over and saw him holding his feet in his hands, without shoes on his feet, and there was a pool of blood flowing downwards. He heard footsteps and looked up with a painful expression on his weather-beaten face.
"What's the matter?" Dad asked him.
"Sir," he whispered with gray twitching lips, "I didn't pay attention. I stepped on the broken glass and it stuck in my foot. I can't go home because of the pain! "
Dad ran to his uncle's house, and soon, he took medicine and gauze from his uncle. They helped the driver into the car, one squatting and the other kneeling. Dad took tweezers to clip out the broken glass on the rickshaw driver's foot, and uncle washed it with boric acid. They drugged and bandaged him. The coachman said gratefully, "My home is not far from here. I can make it back. Two kind gentlemen, I really don't know how to thank you! " Uncle gave him some money, told him to rest at home for a few days and gave him the rest of the medicine and bandages.
It was dark, and the street lamp gave off a faint light. I stood at my uncle's door and looked at them. Suddenly, I felt a chill. I feel the tip of my nose as cold as ice and my hands and feet are numb. I think, how can rickshaw drivers run barefoot on the road in such a cold day?
When my uncle and father came back, I asked them. I can't remember my uncle's answer clearly now, except that his words are very abstruse and I can't understand them. I looked up and asked him to give me a detailed explanation. I clearly saw it at that time, and now I clearly remember that the kind and happy expression on his face no longer exists, and suddenly it became so cold and serious. He didn't answer me, but put his skinny hand on my head for a long time and finally sighed deeply.
After my uncle died, I met his maid, Sam. Sam is a worker's wife. Because of overwork, her back hunched at a young age and her cheekbones bulged. Later, when her husband lost his job, she was so worried that her eyes were blind and she couldn't see clearly, as if there was a layer of fog. She told me about her uncle's life. She said: "Teacher Zhou is very ill and often writes articles until late at night." Sometimes I feel sorry for him when I listen to his coughing waves. He doesn't care about his illness at all, but he often advises me to rest more and not do heavy work. "
Indeed, uncle is such a person. He thinks less about himself and more about others.
One night, the north wind roared and the sky was very dark. People in the street are anxious to go home. Mom and dad took my hand and went to my uncle's house. Not far from my uncle's house, I saw a rickshaw driver sitting on the ground and throwing his car aside. ? "
What you said is wrong!
Correct the wrong sentence: the whistling north wind is whistling, and it is very cold. It was on my uncle Mr. Lu Xun that the cold turned black.
One night, the north wind roared and the sky was very dark. Mainly to describe the bad weather and cold at this time, render the bad environment and create a cold and violent emotional atmosphere?
One night, the north wind roared and the weather was very gloomy. What is the function of this scenery description in this article?
The general answer to this question is: connect, connect, connect.
My uncle Mr. Lu Xun, one evening, the north wind roared and it was very dark. What they said is wrong. This paragraph is a description of the environment, which sets off the cold weather and paves the way for the following.
The darkness of society at that time
Last night, the north wind blew all night. The north wind has been blowing all night since last night.
The north wind roared outside, and it was a bleak scene.
The north wind whimpers to modify sick sentences. You can change "running" into "roaring", such as "the north wind growls!" !
The wind and rain made the earth dark.
Remove the word rain, because rain can't be whistling.