Handsome Lu Xun

Guan Jie

Is Lu Xun handsome? I brought his photo album, you can have a closer look. I think you can come to the same conclusion as me. Lu Xun is a handsome boy. What I'm talking about here is not only his external image, but his mental outlook.

Lu Xun has always taken a natural attitude towards personal image. He doesn't trim his hair and beard, and only when he can't grow any longer will he consider going to the barber shop. Usually people see the image that he is much older than his actual age. A tram conductor who had seen him recalled, "The hair was about an inch long. It turned out to be tile head. Obviously, I haven't cut it for a long time, and I stand briskly one by one. The beard is very eye-catching, like the word' one' written in thick ink. " This natural spontaneity is a unique chic, with the demeanor of some celebrities in Wei and Jin Dynasties. If it's greasy every day, it's not Lu Xun, but those small businesses that sell small fresh meat and poems at the same time by the sea.

Some people say that he is a "drunken old man hiding behind the jar"

In short, this is a slovenly person, with a loose body and some romantic potential, who doesn't care about other people's eyes and opinions.

I think Chen Danqing's statement is the most true. He said: the appearance of Mr. Lu Xun is very unusual. This face is unappreciative, indifferent, indifferent and compassionate. He looks bitter, straightforward, calm, romantic and playful in his bones ... but when he takes pictures, he doesn't make any expression at all, which means: how! I am like this! No intention at all.

But in fact, you should look at a person not only by his appearance, but also by his eyes. What are his eyes? Eyes are what people call temperament now. You may pretend, but your eyes often reveal your true colors. Lu Xun's eyes don't know if everyone noticed it in his photos. It is burning with anger, burning with red desire and burning with molten iron without compromise.

A Japanese friend asked Lu Xun, "Do you hate your compatriots for cursing so hard?" Lu Xun bowed his head and thought for a long time. Suddenly, he looked up and replied with tears in his eyes, "No, I love them very much."

In Lu Xun's eyes, I found beautiful feelings besides staring at each other coldly. Yes, he wrote "pointing fingers", but don't forget that his next sentence is "bow your head and be a willing ox" He expressed his love for the people. He wrote Moonlight Like Water, but he also wrote Maple Leaves Shining Like Dan, Gentle and Cold, and even wrote Bright Eyes, Yue Nv's Morning Makeup.

What I want to say now is the beautiful Lu Xun.

In life, Lu Xun is a person who loves beauty and can be beautiful. In today's words, he is a male god and a handsome boy.

First of all, he loves painting. In painting art, people call Lu Xun the father of modern printmaking in China. In 1930s, he held a printmaking lecture hall as an ordinary writer, wrote the prelude to the revitalization of China printmaking, and trained a large number of outstanding artists such as Lai Shaoqi.

Lu Xun's paintings embody the modern graphic design concept, and the style is simple and simple. He copied many illustrations in books of Ming and Qing Dynasties and Xiu Xiang, from which he gained profound attainments. Do you know that?/You know what? Today's Peking University emblem is from his hand. He also designed his own book binding. Ten pieces in the morning, Shaw in Shanghai and Selected Works of Kolwitz prints are all traditional books with a little foreign flavor, but even Chinese and western languages are used together, which is a breakthrough at that time; The design of The Book of Two Places clearly reveals the elegance and simplicity of Chinese style. From these works, we can see his ability to grasp the beautiful modeling and aesthetic skills.

At the same time, his calligraphy is unique in the world, thin and hard, handsome and soft, both rigid and soft, almost to the extreme.

Although Lu Xun doesn't like dressing himself up, his aesthetic ability to dress up is beyond ordinary people.

Once, Xiao Hong went to Lu Xun's house and asked him, "Mr. Zhou, do you think my clothes are beautiful?" Lu Xun looked down from the top and said, "It's not very nice." Lu Xun looked at Xiao Hong on the sofa and continued: "Your skirt is brown with plaid and the color is very turbid, which makes the red skirt ugly." Do not wear black clothes when you are thin, and do not wear white clothes when you are fat; Women with long feet must wear black shoes, and women with short feet must wear white shoes; Fang Gezi's clothes can't be worn by fat people, but they are better than the horizontal ones; The fat man with a horizontal grid wears it, which will crack and widen the fat man on both sides. Fat people should wear vertical stripes to make people look vertical and wide. "

Lu Xun once came home from outside in his later years, and many guests were waiting for him. As soon as he opened the door, he waltzed all the way to the restaurant and sat down. Is this the angry Lu Xun? No, this is handsome Lu Xun.

Mr. Zhou Haiying told me before his death that the happiest thing when he was a child was that his father took him to the movies. According to him, Lu Xun is a huge fan. On March 1936, he wrote to Ouyang Shan and Cao Ming: "My only entertainment is watching movies." Lu Xun has seen 139 movies in his life, and only 6 domestic movies have been seen. They are lovers of fire and water, couples' families, sacrifices of love, poets' gouging eyes and silver valleys.

Then, why does he watch so few domestic films? Because "The Poet Digs His Eyes" is so shocking, this nonsense movie makes him very disgusted. He commented in his diary: "extremely shallow." 193 1 Watch "Flying Fairy in the Silver Valley" and avoid watching domestic films. He resents the commercial practice of domestic films exchanging women (gender peeping) for market box office. He said: "Today's China movies are still deeply influenced by the style of' gifted scholar plus hooligan'. The hero in it, as a hero of "good people", is also glib, just like some glib teenagers who are used to living in Shanghai, who know how to "tip", "steal money" and "hang their arms". After reading it, people feel that if you want to be a hero and be a good person now, you must be a rogue. " A glimpse of Shanghai literature and art, but what he saw was "Beautiful Heart" released by 1935, because it was an anti-war drama. This play is directed by Xu Xinfu.

The beauty of Lu Xun, a handsome guy, is mainly reflected in his genius creation of literary language.

As we all know, Lu Xun is the most ruthless, and I think the most ruthless is this sentence-

At that time, the quintessence school that criticized conservatism said: "As long as it has not been like this, it is a treasure. Even if it is unknown, if it is born in China, it is also' red and swollen if it is a peach blossom; When it festers, it is as beautiful as cheese. The essence of a country is beautiful. "

This sentence is really harsh. He also cursed badly in The True Story of Ah Q and The Tired Dog of the Lost Capitalist. However, Lu Xun also wrote the most beautiful beauty in the world. I even think that most writers who write beautiful articles cannot do it. I divide Lu Xun's beautiful essays into the following categories.

First of all, sad beauty.

For example, in the novel "In the Restaurant", there is a sentence: "Several old plums are resisting snow and are full of flowers, as if they are not interested in deep winter; There is also a Zhushan tea tree next to the collapsed pavilion, showing more than a dozen red flowers from the dense green leaves, bright as fire, angry and arrogant in the snow, such as contempt for tourists wishing to travel far away. At this moment, I suddenly thought of the wet snow here. It is crystal clear and shiny, not as dry as snow powder. When the wind blows, it flies like smoke. ..... "This novel was written in 1924, which is very tragic. His opening is so poignant that it strongly exaggerates the fate of the characters. ?

In the novel "Regret for the Past", he wrote, "In the anxiety of staying for a long time? Hear the high toe of leather shoes touching the brick road? Why did you suddenly make me active? So I saw a vortex with a pale round face and a smile? Pale and thin arms? A striped shirt? A dark black skirt. She brought the new leaves of the semi-withered locust tree outside the window? Let me see? There are purple and white rattan flowers hanging on the iron-like old stems. ? But what about now? There is only silence and emptiness left, but Zijun will never come again, forever? " How did Lu Xun write such words? It was verified that this was related to his love affair with Xu Guangping at that time.

1925 10 On October 20th, they fell in love with Lu Xun. That night, in the studio of Lu Xun's Xisantiao apartment-"Tiger Tail", Lu Xun sat on a cane chair at his desk, and Xu Guangping sat beside Lu Xun's bed. At the age of 27, Xu Guangping held Lu Xun's hand for the first time, and Lu Xun also gave Xu Guangping a gentle and slow grip. So Lu Xun first said to Xu Guangping: "You defeated!" Xu Guangping couldn't help smiling shyly. The next day, Lu Xun had just finished writing the novel "Lonely Man" for four days, and it became a novel with love and marriage as the theme, full of life philosophy and lyrical color-"Regret for the Past".

In this extremely sad novel, he put forward his own view of love, "Love should be updated, grown and created from time to time."

Second, the cold beauty

In the novel Medicine, he said, "Their eyes have been presbyopia for many years, but they can still see red and white flowers. There are not many flowers, and they are arranged in a circle, which is not very spiritual and neat. "

"The breeze has long ceased; The branches of the hay stand upright like copper wires. A trembling voice is getting thinner and thinner in the air, and everything around it is dead. They stood in the withered grass and looked at the crow on their backs. The crow also stood among the straight branches, shrinking its head and standing like iron. "

"They couldn't walk twenty or thirty paces when they heard a loud cry of" dumb … "from behind them. Both of them turned their heads in horror and saw the crow spread its wings and collapsed, flying straight into the distant sky like an arrow. "

Lu Xun used such cold language to show his unyielding attitude towards the ideal. I will experience infinite power in this context, which is the effect of turning tears into bombs. In the near future, Lu's fable will finally come true.

Third, the beauty of vigor.

In "Wild Grass" and "Inscription", he wrote, "When I am silent, I feel full; I will open my mouth and feel empty at the same time.

The past life is dead. I am happy for this death, because I know it once lived. The dead life has rotted. I get great pleasure from this decay, because I know it is not empty.

It is my sin to leave the mud of life on the ground, not to plant trees, but to grow weeds.

The weeds are not deep at all, and the flowers and leaves are not beautiful. However, they absorb dew, water, blood and old and dead meat, and each one takes it to survive. When you are alive, you will still be trampled, cut and rotted until you die.

But I am calm and happy. I can laugh and I can sing.

I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds.

The fire ran underground and rushed; Once the lava is ejected, it will burn all the weeds and trees, so it will not rot.

But I am calm and happy. I can laugh and I can sing. "

In the face of such a sentence, any self-righteous scholar will shut up. What is this? This is the meditation and singing of the lion. O, who claims to be the first person in 500 years, wrote it? I have systematically read Li Ao, but his philosophy is a bit shallow and crooked, and his literature is a bit shaky and lacking in poetry. It seems arrogant, but sometimes it is flattering.

In the essay Autumn Night, he wrote: "The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He seems to be leaving this world, so that people will never see his back again. However, now he is very blue, blinking the eyes of dozens of stars, and cold. He laughed off his quarrel, as if he thought he was of great significance, and spilled countless frost in my garden. What do people call them? I remember a little pink flower. It is still in full bloom, but it is smaller. In the cold night sky, she timidly dreamed of the arrival of spring and autumn, and dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on her last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came, and then spring, butterflies flew around and bees sang the word spring. Then she smiled. I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp. ? ""Wow, a loud nocturnal bird flew by. In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard laughter and ate something. I didn't seem to want to disturb the sleeping people, but the surrounding air was laughing. In the middle of the night, there was no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth and was immediately expelled by laughter and went back to my room. The light strip was immediately turned over by me. "

How vigorous this is, and how proud this beauty is? Lu Xun, a tough guy in eastern Zhejiang, still works so hard to write beautiful articles. This is Wei Bei, this is a bird of prey, and this is Yan Zhenqing.

In the novel Water Control, I noticed a sentence called "Yu Zhen is like an ant", which is also vigorous and beautiful, making it magical, but powerful and intriguing.

Fourth, the beauty of elegance.

What is elegant beauty? It is graceful to apply some rouge, but Lu Xun's rouge is the rouge on a heroine's face.

In the essay Snow, he said: "The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; Cool green grass grows on it. Hu Die did not; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see winter flowers blooming in the snow, and many bees are busy flying and buzzing. "

Ending: "Yes, it is lonely snow, rain of death, the soul of rain."

Such a language is the most advanced today. If you don't believe me, let's open the pages of new books and the most beautiful blogs and compare them to see what will happen. A genius will shine on the world for thousands of years.

"Good Story" is Lu Xun's most beautiful prose, and I now quote the full text of it.

The lights are gradually shrinking, and not many people predict oil; The engine oil is not an old brand, and the lampshade is very dim. The sound of whip explosion was around, and the smoke of tobacco was around: it was a sleepy night.

I close my eyes, lean back, lean back; Hold the hand of the "beginner" and put it on the knee condyle.

I saw a good story in the dim light.

The story is beautiful, elegant and interesting. Many beautiful people and beautiful things are intertwined, like a day's cloud, 10 thousand stars are flying and spreading at the same time, so that it is endless.

I seem to remember crossing the mountain vagina by boat. Sapium sebiferum, new crops, wild flowers, chickens, dogs, bushes and dead trees, huts, towers, Galand, farmers and village women, village girls, clothes drying, monks, bamboos, clouds and bamboos on both sides are all reflected in the green water. With each one, all shadows and objects are dissolved, but also shake, expand and blend with each other; As soon as they merged, they retreated and returned to their original shape. The edge is as uneven as Xia Yun's head, inlaid with sunshine and emitting a silver flame like water. This is true of all the rivers I have walked.

So are the stories I read. The foundation of the blue sky in the water, all things intertwined, woven into an article, always vivid and always unfolding. I can't see the end of this article.

A few thin red flowers under the withered willow by the river should be planted by the village girl. Both big safflower and spotted safflower float in the water, and suddenly break up and stretch, like continuous rouge water, but they don't faint. Huts, dogs, towers, village girls, clouds, … are all floating. The big red flowers have been stretched, and now a red ribbon is splashing and bursting. Ribbons are woven into dogs, dogs are woven into white clouds, and white clouds are woven into village girls ... in an instant, they will shrink back. But the shadow of spotted safflower has also broken and stretched, and it will be woven into towers, village girls, dogs, huts and clouds.

The story I saw became clear, beautiful, elegant, interesting and clear. There are countless beautiful people and beautiful things in the sky. I see them one by one and know them one by one.

I want to keep an eye on them ...

I was about to stare at them when I was suddenly surprised and opened my eyes. Yunjin was wrinkled and messy, as if someone had thrown a big stone into the river, and the water waves suddenly stood up, tearing the whole shadow to pieces. Unconsciously, I quickly grabbed the beginner's book, which almost fell to the ground, and there were still some iridescent shadows in front of me.

I really like this good story. I want to get him back, end him and keep him while the ghosting is still there. I threw away the book and bent down to get the pen. I was not on the boat because of the dim light.

But I always remember seeing this good story on a sleepy night. ...

1February 24, 925

I have quoted it year after year, and I really can't bear to lose a word. It's so beautiful, it's just a famous painting. A good story can refute many women writers who lived on American literature in the 20th century.

Fifth, the beauty of philosophy.

In the short play Passers-by, he said, "I don't know. I have been alone for as long as I can remember. I don't know my original name. I've come all the way, and sometimes people just call me. I can't remember all kinds, and I haven't heard the same name for the second time. But, I don't know. As long as I can remember, I have been walking like this, going to a place, and this place is right in front of me. I only remember walking a lot, and now I'm here. I'm going that way next. Yes, I have to go. And there are always voices urging me, calling me, and making me fidgety. What is hateful is that my feet have been worn out, and I have been injured in many places, and I have lost a lot of blood. [Raise a foot to the old man,] so my blood is not enough; I want to drink some blood. But where is the blood? But I don't want to drink anyone's blood. I need to drink some water to replenish my blood. There was water all the way, and I didn't feel short. It's just that my strength is too thin and there is too much water in my blood. I can't even meet a small puddle today, just because I walked less. "

The so-called beauty of philosophy, in my personal understanding, is profound and wonderful, with a lingering sound, starting from the soul and extending to the depths of the universe.

In the essay "Dead Fire", he said: "I dreamed that I was running between icebergs.

This is a tall iceberg, connected with the cold sky. The frozen clouds in the sky are covered with scales. There is an ice forest at the foot of the mountain, with loose branches and leaves. Everything is cold, everything is white.

But I suddenly fell into the ice valley.

It's cold and white all around. And all the blue and white ice, but there are countless red shadows, intertwined like coral nets. I looked down at my feet and there was a flame.

This is a dead fire. It has a hot shape, but it doesn't shake. All the ice knots are like coral branches. There was solidified black smoke at the tip, which was suspected to have come from the burning house, so it was burnt. In this way, it reflected on the four walls of the ice, reflecting each other and turning into countless shadows, which made this ice valley red coral.

Ha ha!

When I was young, I liked to watch the waves stirred by speedboats and the flames from Lu Hong. Not only love to see, but also want to see clearly. Unfortunately, they are always changing and never amorphous. Although I keep staring, I never leave any clear signs.

The fire of death has swallowed you!

I picked up the dead fire and was about to take a closer look. The cold air makes my fingers feel anxious. However, I put up with it, stuffed him into my pocket and cried completely. I'm thinking about the way out of the ice valley.

A wisp of black smoke spurted from me and rose like an iron snake. Around the ice valley, there is a red flame flowing like a fire, which surrounds me. I looked down and saw that the dead fire had burned through my clothes and flowed on the ice.

"Well, my friend! You woke me up with your warmth. " He said.

I quickly greeted him and asked his name.

"I was abandoned in the ice valley," he said irrelevantly. "Those who abandoned me have perished and disappeared. I'm freezing to death, too If you don't warm me and let me burn again, I will soon perish. "

"You wake up, make me happy. I am thinking about the way out of the ice valley; I am willing to take you with me so that you will never freeze and never burn. "

"alas! Then, I will burn it out! "

"You are exhausted and make me sad. I'll leave you here. "

"alas! Then, I froze out! "

"So, what should we do?"

"But what about yourself?" He asked instead.

"I told you: I want to leave this ice valley ..."

"Then I might as well burn it!"

He suddenly jumped up like a red comet, and I walked out of the ice valley. Suddenly a big stone car came. I finally ran under the wheel and died. Before I could see it, I fell into the ice valley.

"Ha ha! You will never meet a dead fire again! " I said with a smug smile, as if I were willing to do so.

1April 23, 925.

In the lost "Lost Hell", he said, "When the sky is full of honey, it is the time when the devil defeats the gods and holds the great authority to dominate everything. He took away the kingdom of heaven, the world and hell. So he went to hell himself, sat in the middle, glowing all over and saw all the ghosts. " Hell has been abandoned for a long time: the sword tree has no light; The surplus of boiling oil does not surge early; Sometimes when the fire gathers, only some smoke comes out, and Datura flowers come out in the distance. These flowers are very small and light in color. This is not surprising, because the earth has been burned and naturally lost its fertility. Ghosts wake up in cold oil and fire and see the flowers of hell from the glory of the devil. They were pale and pathetic, and they were enchanted. They suddenly remembered the world, pondered for many years, and at the same time issued a farewell cry to the prison. "Humans will answer, speak out, and fight the devil. The sound of war spread across the three realms, far exceeding the thunder. Finally, a grand strategy was implemented and a big net was laid, so that the devil had to escape from hell. The final victory is that human standards have also been erected on the gates of hell! When the ghosts cheered together, the orderly Hellscream of human beings was already in hell, sitting in the middle and holding all the ghosts with human dignity. When the ghosts gave another cry against the prison, they became traitors to mankind, were punished for eternal robbery and sinking, and were transferred to the middle of the sword forest. Humans then completely mastered the great authority that dominated the hell, and Na Wei was above the devil. Humans then rectified their laziness and first gave the highest salary to Abang, the bull's head; Moreover, increasing wages and sharpening the knife will change the whole hell and wash away the decadent atmosphere before.

Let's see how beautiful Lu Xun is.

In addition to his profound family background, it is more important that Lu Xun, an adult, has conducted a comprehensive aesthetic training for himself.

Before entering a private school, Lu Xun went to Santan to reflect the moon after being educated by about three grandfathers. 12 years old, studied under the teacher for five years. I interviewed Shouyu, the grandson of Mr. Shou. According to him, San Tan Yin Yue was the only private school in Shaoxing at the end of 19, which needed thought and courage. In the course arrangement, although he still focuses on money, university, the golden mean, the Analects of Confucius and Mencius, he only teaches these classics to temper students' knowledge of ancient Chinese. The reason why Lu Xun was able to win the argument with China scholars such as Zhang, and the reason why Zhou Zuoren's prose was so profound and antique was inseparable from Shou's meticulous creation. He hated the corruption, incompetence and humiliation of the Qing government and hoped that someone would stand up and overthrow it. So he told the students more about the knight who got rid of violence and found peace. He proudly tells the biographies and love stories of Jing Ke, Nie Zheng, Qiu Ke and others. In class, his nearsighted eyes look down from time to time to see which students are like Jing Ke and Nie Zheng. He hates Liu Bang, but he loves Xiang Yu very much. He is excited. He wants to recite "pulling the mountain to anger the world", which should be the same as Lu Xun's description of "raising his head, shaking it, pushing it back and pushing it over" This has a great influence on Lu Xun. Besides, Lu Xun's great beauty also came from reading a lot of banned books at that time, such as novels, myths, romances, unofficial history and so on. In a word, he is rich in nutrition, and noodles are mostly green food.

Lu Xun is an extremely comprehensive great artist, and he has a strong aesthetic pursuit of aesthetic accomplishment in his heart. He is a handsome boy.