Recalling Mr. Lu Xun's words, it may be a bit unreliable to say that they are like stars in the sky. If there is enough, it is true. Among them, Xiao Hong's "Remembering Mr. Lu Xun" must occupy the headline position, and the choice is not negotiable.
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1July 936 Xiao Hong left Shanghai for Japan. Before leaving, Mr. Lu Xun specially gave a banquet to practice for her. In Tokyo, in less than three months, I heard the bad news of the death of Mr. Lu Xun. 1937 65438+ 10, and returned to Shanghai. The first thing I did was, regardless of the dust, accompanied by Xu Guangping and Jun Xiao, I took flowers to the grave of Mr. Lu Xun in Wan Guo Cemetery to sweep the grave.
That night, tears fell on the manuscript paper, and Xiao Hong wrote a poem "Grave-sweeping Poem-Dedicated to Mr. Lu Xun", which tore her heart out and cried like this: "Follow other people's footprints,/I walked into the cemetery. /Follow others' footsteps again,/Come to your grave. It was a cloudy day and a half./I visited you for the first time after you died. /I just put up a small plant near the grave,/but it's not for mourning your dead. /Just say,' Long time no see'. " (To save space,/stands for segmentation. The same below-the author's note) sadness is kind and natural, not like poetry, but chatting and whispering.
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From 1939, from 10 to the end of the year, Xiao Hong wrote a series of articles in memory of Mr. Lu Xun, notes on his life, and a brief account of his life.
1940 65438+ In October, Xiao Hong and Duanmu Hongliang drifted to Hongkong. After half a year, the above articles were sorted out and summarized, and after some polishing, they were combined into a book "Memories of Mr. Lu Xun", which was published by Chongqing Women's Life Society. It's less than two years since she lost her dream and broke Xiangjiang.
In Xiaojun, Tokyo, I conveyed the news of Lu Xun's death to Xiao Hong and suggested that she write some words to recall Lu Xun. Xiao Hong refused, and she replied, "I can't write an article in memory of L at the moment. It is not that the article is difficult to write, but that it is emotionally difficult to deal with. " Two years later, the dust settled, and Xiao Hong finally got rid of the trouble of "emotional difficulties". Memories of articles, like a gurgling stream, rushed out of her heart, accompanied by splash, presented in pen and ink.
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Xiao Hong and Xiao Jun left Harbin in June and drifted to Shanghai1934+065438+1October. The fate of the two literary cynics took an unexpected turn, that is, they met Mr. Lu Xun, a great literary god.
Village in August and Field of Life and Death became two famous works under the active promotion of Lu Xun. Yin Qiao's signature was officially replaced by Xiao Hong, and since then, it has been shining with the light of a rising star in the history of modern literature in China.
While entering the golden age of literary creation, the second young master walked into the small building of No.9 New Village on the mainland and had a close contact with Mr. Lu Xun. Soon, Xiao Hong became a lone ranger, and regarded this place as the back garden of the Zhangjia Courtyard by the Hulan River. A person kept coming in and out, leaving a trail of footprints.
Xu Guangping once complained to Mei Zhi: "Xiao Hong is in the front hall again ... She comes every day and sits most of the time. I have no time to accompany her, so I have to ask Yinghai to accompany her. I know, she's sad, too ... She's miserable, she's lonely, and she's here without a place. Can I express her unhappiness and not welcome her? Alas! There is really no way. "
Xu Guangping wrote in an article: "I have to try my best to set aside time to have a long talk with Ms. Xiao Hong in the living room downstairs. Sometimes she speaks happily, and more often, she is forced to speak out, and there is a strong sadness that often attacks her, just like wrapping water in paper, and there is no way to stop her from oozing out. "
Xu Guangping's "no way" statement was accompanied by many complaints, but Xiao Hong went her own way. Her lonely soul found a place to put here and got warm moisture. As a writer, with professional sensitivity, in this space with only three floors, I have opened up a broad spiritual world, cultivated a different kind of harvest, and accumulated a lot of writing resources day by day, becoming a valuable creative wealth.
It is said that this wealth is "precious", not only because it is rich, but also because it is rare, unique and private. Others can only look at the source and sigh, beyond their reach. Resources is her private land, so it has produced the fruits of Remembering Lu Xun, which provides the most fundamental guarantee for it to become a classic.
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I usually look at similar works that recall Mr. Lu Xun from the perspective of stopping at the top of the mountain. Known as the "Soul of China" master, Mr. Lu Xun was placed on the altar far away from the mortal world, which almost became the unified view of public opinion.
So those memoir writers, no matter how to promote Mr. Lu Xun and beautify him, think it is natural and reasonable, and no one will think there is anything wrong. Readable, there is always a little "separation". Greatness is great, sublime is sublime, but it lacks the taste of human fireworks. "Looking at each other coldly" makes people stay at a respectful distance, unable to get close, let alone kind.
Xiao Hong's memory is another scenery. Although Mr. Lu Xun is her idol and a mentor who takes her forward, she takes an equal perspective and invites Mr. Lu Xun to the altar, equal to secular mortals and readers, and in the same place as his ass. Restored Mr. Lu Xun's "human" side, eating and drinking unabashedly, laughing and cursing, and copied a real face.
"Mr. Lu Xun's laughter is clear and heartfelt. If someone says something ridiculous, Mr. Lu Xun laughs so hard that he can't even hold a cigarette, and often laughs and coughs. "
"Mr. Lu Xun walks very lightly. What is particularly memorable is that he just grabbed his hat and buckled it on his head. At the same time, his left leg stretched out as if he were walking desperately."
These are the first two paragraphs of the memoir, "laugh" and "walk", which have nothing to do with the tall images of pioneers and great men, and are purely trivial. This opening also laid the style tone for the work.
Read it again: "Mr. Lu Xun's desk is covered with a blue plaid paint cloth, and the four corners are pressed with thumbtacks." There is a small inkstone on the table, a piece of ink, and a writing brush on the penholder. The pen holder is made of porcelain, which is not very detailed in my opinion. It's a turtle with several holes in its back, where the pen is inserted. "
"When Mr. Lu Xun was ill, he didn't read newspapers or books, but just lay quietly. But there is a small picture that Mr. Lu Xun has been watching by the bed. /There is a picture of a woman in a long skirt with loose hair running in the wind, and there are little red roses on the ground next to her. /I remember it was a woodcut painted by a Soviet painter. /Mr. Lu Xun has many paintings. Why did you choose this one to put on the pillow? "
Although "The Desk" and "A Little Picture" are close to Mr. Lu Xun's identity as writers, they still do not leave the category of mundane mortals and trivial matters. It is precisely because of these two "never leave" that readers can always feel that they have never left Mr. Lu Xun. The reading experience is not only relaxed and pleasant, but also authentic.
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Needless to say, those writers who write articles recalling Mr. Lu Xun are full of admiration and admiration for Mr. Lu Xun, but their feelings are obviously different because of their different relationships, communication time and contact methods.
Xiao Hong's advantage in this respect is tantamount to registering a patent, which is probably unmatched by many other authors. From the end of 1934 to July 1936, Xiao Hong almost became a member of Lu Xun's family. In Mr. Lu Xun, she found the shadow of her grandfather who loved her most, and realized the real care given by a man who had never experienced it before. Mr. Lu Xun is also full of pity for this talented woman, which has caused a subtle and unfamiliar feeling between them.
At the source of the river, the emotional flow of such intimate elements will naturally arouse sincere and fiery waves. It is difficult to find such water droplets in other people's recalled works, and even the closer water vapor can't get wet.
Look at the following words: "I'm going to a party that afternoon, and I want xu teacher to find me some cloth or silk to tie my hair." Mr Xu brought beige, green and pink ones. Xu teacher and I chose beige. As a joke, Mr. Xu lifted the pink one and put it on my hair. Mr. Xu said happily:/"Nice! How beautiful! " /I am also very proud, very disciplined and very naughty, waiting for Mr. Lu Xun to meet us here. /Mr. Lu Xun looked serious when he saw this. He lowered his eyelids and looked at us:/"Don't decorate her like that …" Mr. Xu was a little embarrassed. /I'm quiet, too. "
Which person's memory, there will be such a flash of similar fragments? Its gold content is very small and sufficient. It's just a detail derived from an episode in life, but all three characters are involved and collide with each other, which is subtle and intense.
With Lu Xun's seriousness and anger, he showed his preference and protection for Xiao Hong. On the other hand, it's too rude to his wife.
It can be guessed that when Xiao Hong wrote this short film several years later, there must be a flame burning in her heart, shining with emotional sparks, and the pen in her hand will tremble with it.
Xiao Hong once made a leek box with northeast characteristics for Mr. Lu Xun's family as a prospective housewife. She has always felt that her ability to make pasta is not on the table, especially in such a celebrity's home. But Mr. Lu Xun ate with relish and couldn't put down his chopsticks. He repeatedly asked Xu Guangping to eat more.
Mr. Lu Xun's good appetite surprised Xiao Hong. Is the leek box really delicious, or is there anything attached to it that can evoke other delicious things? Xiao Hong didn't write, and she doesn't have to write. What is this? Leave it to the reader to ponder.
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Memoirs are a member of the prose family. Xiao Hong is a great prose writer. Her masterpiece "Biography of Hulan River", as a long prose with characters and plots, is not a misunderstanding. With such super skill at the bottom, "Memories of Mr. Lu Xun" can't be written badly.
The works focus on Mr. Lu Xun, but the events are like jade beads, glittering and translucent and scattered in every corner, shining freely and illuminating people's eyes.
This structure is a true reflection of Xiao Hong's thought, and it doesn't insist on arrangement. There are so many memories stored in my mind. Once they are activated, how can they stand neatly in a row and appear in an orderly manner?
Just open a page and write Mr. Lu Xun's views on youth writing first. After that, Mr. Lu Xun watched movies made by the Soviet Union. Then Mr. Lu Xun commented on Colwitz's paintings. Next is the movie introduced by Mr. Lu Xun, and the imagination of never going to the park, and so on. A few trivial things not close to the edge are messy, but this presents the original ecological secular life, ordinary and real days.
Such a picture with no whitewashing, no carving, plain face and flowing water has incomparable appeal to those pictures set by norms, rules and regulations.
The end of a work is often the place where the writer spends the most time. They try their best to find out what is complete, powerful and the finishing touch. The aftertaste is endless, and the result is often unsatisfactory.
Xiao Hong recalled Mr. Lu Xun's last lines: "This time, Mr. Lu Xun was fine. /There is another difference. I think I should do more things .../Mr. Lu Xun thinks he is good, and others think Mr. Lu Xun is good. /Prepare to celebrate Mr. Lu Xun's thirty years of work in winter. //Three months have passed. /19361October 17, Mr. Lu Xun became ill again, suffering from asthma. /17, I stayed up all night. /18, panting all day. /19 midnight, people are extremely weak. When the sky turned white, Mr. Lu Xun, like him on weekdays, finished his work and rested. "
There are no modifiers and adjectives, they are all plain narratives. Without emotional intervention, they are like bells and drums in the morning, ringing natural sounds, slow and heavy. The reader's heart has stirred up stormy waves, and he can't calm down if he wants to.
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The three articles I mentioned above have a rough surface, but we can still see that they are like three pillars erected by Xiao Hong, which propped up the book "Remembering Mr. Lu Xun" and entered the classic sky. (Source: headline number)