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Juvenile soil-moistening
Young Runtu is full of vigor and vitality, full of hope for life, and is a complete image of a little hero. He is a very expressive teenager with more fresh life and fresh feelings to express.
Middle-aged leap soil
The middle-aged leap soil has become a numb and taciturn person. I just feel bitter, but I can't describe it. Why did he feel and describe it when he was a teenager, but now he can't describe it? Because "at that time, I was still a child and ignorant", but when I was ignorant, I was a lively person. Now I am sensible, but I have become a puppet. Why is this? Because the "thing" mentioned here is actually a set of traditional feudal etiquette and law relations in China, and the feudal hierarchy maintained by this etiquette and law relationship.
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Runtu is the representative of simple and kind poor people living under heavy pressure. It reflects 100 years ago the poor life of the working people, the dark rule of the exploiting classes and the obvious social hierarchy in the old China society. This article tells today's young readers what kind of semi-colonial and semi-feudal society China is, which is characterized by extremely low productivity, extremely poor working people and decadent ruling class. Therefore, we can understand that today's happy life in China is hard-won, and at the same time, it inevitably leaves the brand of that era, such as not innovating, being willing to be vulgar, having a large population, and being weak in collective and social concepts. [ 1]
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There is a golden full moon in the dark blue sky. Below is the sandy land by the sea, with endless green watermelons. In the meantime, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a silver ring around his neck and a steel fork in his hand. He tried his best to stab a horse, but the man wriggled away from his crotch. This boy is a genius. I was only a teenager when I met him, and it has been thirty years now. At that time, my father was still alive and my family was fine. I am a young master. That year was a year when my family made great sacrifices to the imagination of young people. This sacrifice is said to take more than 30 years to turn once, so it is very solemn; In the first month, there are many offerings for ancestor worship, and the sacrificial vessels are very beautiful, and there are also many people who worship. We should also prevent the sacrificial vessels from being stolen. My family has only one busy month (there are three kinds of people who work here: those who work for a family all the year round are called perennial; Those who work for people on a daily basis are called short-term workers; He also farmed his own land and only came to work for a family during the Chinese New Year holidays and when collecting rent. When he was too busy, he told his father that he could ask his son to moisten the soil to look after the sacrificial vessels. My father allowed it; I am also very happy, because I have heard the name Runtu, and I know that I am as old as him, and the five elements are short of soil, so his father called him Runtu. He can pretend to catch birds. I look forward to the new year every day. When the new year comes, the leap land will arrive. Finally, at the end of the year, one day, my mother told me that the leap soil was coming, so I flew to see it. He is in the kitchen, with a purple round face, wearing a small felt hat and a bright silver collar around his neck. This shows that his father loved him very much and was afraid of his death, so he made a wish in front of the Buddha and trapped him with a circle. He is shy, but he is not afraid of me. When there was no one else, he talked to me, and we became acquainted in less than half a day. At that time, we didn't know what to talk about, except that we were very happy to moisten the soil. We said that after going to that city, we saw many things that we had never seen before. The next day, I asked him to catch birds. He said, "This can't be done. It is bound to snow heavily. It snows in our sand. I swept out a clearing, set up a big bamboo plaque with a short stick, and paved the valley. When the bird came to eat, I just pulled the rope tied to the stick at a distance, and the bird was covered under the bamboo plaque. Everything: rice chicken, horn chicken, goose owl, blue back ... "So I'm looking forward to snow again. Runtu said to me again, "It's too cold now. Come to us in summer. We go to the seaside to check shells every day. There are all kinds of shells, including red and green, ghosts and Guanyin players. In the evening, my father and I will look after watermelons, and you will also go. " "Do you care about thieves?" "No, people who walk are thirsty. Pick a melon to eat. We don't steal here. What needs to be managed is badger, pig, hedgehog and monkey. The moon is underground. Listen, la la, the swallow is biting the melon. You are holding the fork and walking gently ... "I didn't know what this so-called embarrassing thing was-I don't even know it now-I just felt like a puppy, fierce for no reason. "Doesn't he bite?" "Hu fork? When you get there, you will stab when you see it. This beast is very clever. He ran towards you and ran under his crotch. His fur is as smooth as oil ... "I didn't know there were so many new things in the world: there were so many colorful shells by the sea; Watermelon has such a dangerous experience. I only know that he sells it in a fruit shop. "In our sandy land, when the tide is high, there are many jumping fish just jumping, all with frog-like feet …" Ah! There are endless strange things in my heart that my friends don't know at ordinary times. They don't know something. When wetting the soil by the sea, they all saw the sky at the four corners of the high wall in the yard, just like me. Unfortunately, the first month passed and Runtu had to go home. I was so anxious that I cried. He was still hiding in the kitchen, crying and refusing to go out, and finally he was taken away by his father. Later, he asked his father to bring me a bag of shells and some beautiful bird feathers. I gave him something once or twice, but we never met again. [2]
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This is leap soil. Although I knew it was leap soil at first sight, it was not my memory. His figures have doubled; The previous purple round face has turned gray-yellow, adding deep wrinkles; Like his father, his eyes are swollen all around, which I know. People who farm by the sea blow the sea breeze all day, which is generally the case. He wore a worn felt hat on his head and only a thin cotton-padded coat on his body. Holding a paper bag and a long pipe in my hand is not the red and round hand I remember, but thick, stupid and cracked, like pine bark. I am very excited at this moment, but I don't know how to say it. I just said, "ah! Brother Runtu, are you here? ..... "Then I have a lot of words to spit out like beads: horn chicken, jumping fish, shells, clams, ... but I always feel as if I am blocked by something and can't spit it out. He stopped, his face showing joy and sadness; His lips are moving, but he is silent. Finally, he shouted respectfully and clearly, "Sir! ..... "I seem to have a cold shiver; I know there is a deep barrier between us. I can't talk either. He turned and said, "Shui Sheng, kowtow to the master." He pulled out the child hiding behind him. It was a leap soil 20 years ago, but it was thinner and yellower, and there was no silver ring around its neck. "This is the fifth child, never seen the world, evasive ..." Mother and Honger came downstairs, and they probably heard voices. "The old lady. The letter arrived early. I really like it, knowing that the master is back ... "said Runtu. "Ah, you how so polite. Didn't you call yourselves brothers before? Still that: Brother Xun. " Mom said happily. "Ah, the old lady is really ... what's the rule? At that time, I was a child, and I didn't understand ... "Runtu said, calling the water to arch, but the child was shy and followed him closely. "He is aquatic? The fifth one? They are strangers, no wonder they are afraid of strangers; Or Honger will accompany him for a walk. " Mom said. Macro son heard this, then go to recruit aquatic, aquatic but refreshing to go out with him all the way. Mother, please moisten the soil and sit down. He hesitated, finally sat down, leaned the long pipe against the table, handed the paper bag and said, "There is nothing in winter. The dried green beans were dried by themselves there, please sir ... "I asked him about it. He just shook his head. "Very difficult. Lao Liu will also help, but he always doesn't have enough to eat ... it's not peaceful ... money is needed everywhere, there is no rule ... the harvest is not good. If you plant something and choose to sell it, you always have to donate it several times and lose money; Don't sell, can only rot ... "He just shook his head; Although his face is engraved with many wrinkles, it doesn't move at all, just like a stone statue. He just feels bitter, but he can't describe it. After a short silence, he picked up his pipe and smoked silently. [3]
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Many materials used in the image of leap soil come from a real "leap soil".
The original name of "moistening the soil"
His name is Zhang (aka "Zhang"). His home is in Dupu Village, Daoxu Town, 60 miles outside Shaoxing City (now Dupu Village, Shangyu County, Zhejiang Province). This village is located on the bank of Cao 'e River and is called "seaside" by local people. There is a flat sandy land on the river with many melons and fruits.
The Family Background of "Runtu"
The Zhang family has lived on agriculture for generations. Zhang's father, hardworking and kind, is good at bamboo weaving. During the Chinese New Year holidays or busy farming, he often gives people a "busy month" (that is, working to help others in the busy month), subsidizes the family and barely maintains the life of his family. Zhang has lived in such a poor family since childhood. From an early age, I followed my father to do some work within my power, watching melons, fishing nets and drying rice, and also learned bamboo weaving skills from my father.
Friendship between "moistening the soil" and "me"
When my father was busy at his home for a month, he took Lu Xun with him. At that time, Zhang and Lu Xun were about the same age and soon became good friends. They often play together and are called "brothers". Mr. Lu Xun has always affectionately called him "Brother Jumping Water". Shui Run became Lu Xun's best young friend and told him many fresh stories about the countryside. For example, catching birds in the snow, picking up shells at the seaside, watching melons and thorns, and watching fish in flood season all made young Lu Xun have a deep respect for him. The two were brothers and sisters, and their relationship was so close that when his father wanted to go back to his hometown with Shuirun after a busy month after the New Year, Lu Xun was so anxious that he cried, and Shuirun also hid in the kitchen and refused to go out. This friendship lasted until youth. Lu Xun went to Nanjing to study, and when he returned to his hometown in Shaoxing during the winter vacation, he also invited Shui Run to Nanmen Naishan. They climbed the Yingtian Tower and saw a panoramic view of the ancient city of Shaoxing. When the cold wind blows, they feel refreshed. They also visited Xuantingkou and Daisanji, and they talked while walking, which was very affectionate. [4] After his father died, he started a family life. At this time, Zhang's face has been engraved with the imprint of hard life. Medium build, black face, shaved head, wearing sandals or simply barefoot, wearing a felt hat or hat, and wearing a blue-black big-breasted dress made of homespun. Usually, he doesn't like to talk much. He picks soil, rocks boats and does farm work all day, and his hands and feet never stop. He is a hardworking and honest plowman. The Zhangjiajia family only has six acres of thin sand, and there is not much left after paying the rent. Although Zhang works in the dark from morning till night, he still can't support a family. 1934 drought, the land was confiscated, and those who forced debts and collected donations came to you again. There is no way out, so I have to sell my land and become a penniless poor farmer. He can only make a living by renting land and working outside. Due to poverty and overwork, Zhang suffered from a nasty sore on his back in his fifties, and his family had no money to treat it, which led to the ulcer, which never healed and became more and more serious. Finally, he died at the age of 57.