[Shuxiang Chongzhou] Read the third issue of the text together "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bo
Author:Chongzhou today Time:2022.06.13
From Baicao Garden to Sanyi Bookstore
Author: Lu Xunlang Reader: Li Youquan
There is a large garden behind my family, which is said to be called Baicao Garden. It is now the descendants of Zhu Wengong who has already been sold to Zhu Wengong together. Even the last and last meeting has been separated by seven or eight years. It seems that there are only some weeds; but at that time, it was my paradise.
Needless to say, the green vegetables, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees, and purple mulberry; no need to say that the cicadas are groaning in the leaves, obese the horses are embracing the cauliflower, and the emperor (Hibari) suddenly came from the grass. Go straight into the clouds. There is unlimited interest in the short mud wall roots around the surrounding mud wall alone. Oil sang here, and the piano played the piano here. When you open the brick, you sometimes meet a cricket; there is also a spa. If you hold the beam of the spine with your fingers, you will slap and spray a smoke from the back. He Shouwu vine and Mu Lian vine are entangled. Mu lotus has a lotus room, and He Shouwu has a bloated root. Some people say that He Shouwu roots are like human figures. When you eat it, you can become immortals. So I often pull it up and continue to pull up. As a result, I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen a roots like a human -like man. Essence If you are not afraid of stabbing, you can also pick up the raspberry. Like a small ball made of small coral beads, it is sour and sweet, and the color taste is better than mulberry.
The long grass is not going, because it is said that there is a big red practice snake in this garden.
The long mother once told me a story: Previously, a scholar lived in the ancient temple. In the evening, when the yard was cool, someone suddenly heard someone calling him. Promise, when I looked around, I saw a beauty's face showing on the wall, smiling at him, and hiding. He was glad; He said that he had some demon on his face, and he must meet the "Beauty Snake"; this is the monster of the human first snake, and he can call the person's name. If he agrees, he will come to eat this person's meat at night. He was naturally scared to die, but the old monk talked about it and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he was placed by the pillow, he could lie on the pillow. Although he did it, he couldn't sleep, of course, he couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, it really came, Shasha! The outside of the door is the sound of wind and rain. When he was shaking a ball, he heard a loud sound. A golden light flew out of the pillow, and there was no sound outside, and the golden light flew back and gathered in the box. and after? Later, the old monk said that this was a flying cricket. It could suck the brain of the snake, and the beauty snake was cured by it.
The lesson at the end is: So if you have a strange voice called your name, you must not promise him.
This story makes me feel the danger of being human. It is often worried about the summer night, and I do n’t dare to look at the wall, and I want to get a box of old monks like flying crickets. When walking next to the grass of Baicao Garden, I often think so. But until now, I haven't got it, but I have never met a red trainer and a beautiful snake. The strange voice called me is naturally common, but it is not a beautiful snake.
Baicao Garden in winter is tasteless; if it is snowy, it is just like. Snow shooters (printing their full shape on the snow) and Plastics need to appreciate people. This is a wasteland. The thin snow is not good; the snow is always covered with the ground for a day or two, and the birds have nowhere to find food for a long time. Open a piece of snow, expose the ground, use a short stick to support a large bamboo sieve, sprinkle some pupae below, a long rope on the stick, hold it from a distance, watch the birds and peck, leave, leave, leave When the bamboo sieve, pull the rope and cover it. But most of the sparrows were obtained, and there were "Zhang Fei Bird" with white cheeks. They were very irritable and could not raise it at night.
This is the method taught by the father's father, but I am not able to use it. Seeing that they went in, they pulled the rope and ran to see, but they had nothing. It took a long time for three or four. The father's father was able to capture dozens of them in a long day, and bumped in a fork bag. I once asked the reason for his gains and losses, and he only laughed quietly: You are too anxious to wait for it to go to the middle.
I don't know why the people in the family sent me into the book, and it was the most stricter book in the city. Perhaps it was because the Ukraine destroyed the mud wall, maybe it was because of the Liang family who tossed the brick to the back wall, maybe because it was standing on the Ishii bar and jumping down ... there was no way to know. All in all: I will not be able to go to Baicao Garden often. ADE (German, goodbye), my crickets! ADE, my raspberry and Mu Lian!
When you go to the east, you don't go to the east, and walk through a stone bridge, which is my husband's home. Entering a black oil bamboo door, the third room is the study. There is a plaque in the middle: Sanwei Bookstore; a painting under the plaque, a very fat sika deer in the ancient tree. Without Confucius cards, we faced the plaque and deer. The first time was to worship Confucius, and the second time was Mr. Wait.
During the second salute, the husband answered kindly. He is a tall and thin old man who has to be pale and wearing big glasses. I am very respectful to him because I heard that he was the polar, rustic, and learned person in the city.
I don't know from there, Dongfang Shuo is also very profound. He knows a kind of worm called "weird". I really want to know this story in detail, but Achang doesn't know, because she is not profound after all. Get the opportunity now, you can ask Mr..
"Sir, what's going on," Strange "? ..." When I wrote a book, when I was about to retreat, I hurriedly asked. "I don't know!" He seemed very upset, and his face was angry.
I only know that being a student should not ask these things. As long as you read, because he is a profound Confucianism, he will never know that the so -called unknown person is unwilling to say. People who are older than me are often so, and I have met several times.
I only read, at noon, and class at night. The first few days of my husband was very severe to me, but later became better, but the books I read gradually added more, and the class gradually added to the class. From three words to five words, I finally reached seven words.
There is also a garden behind the Sanyi Bookstore. Although it is small, you can also climb the flower beds to fold the plum blossoms and find cicadas on the ground or osmanthus tree. The best job is to catch the flies to feed the ants, quietly without sound. However, the classmates arrived too much in the garden, too long, but they couldn't do it. The gentleman yelled in the study: "Wherever people go!" People walked back one by one; Essence He has a ruler, but it is not commonly used, and there are rules of kneeling, but it is not commonly used. It is always a few glances. He said: "Reading!" So everyone let go of the throat and read a book, which is really popular. There are those who read "I am far away, I want to be benevolent and be benevolent." "Mr. Gong Bao Mao Orange Pomelo" ... Mr. himself studied. Later, our voice went down and calmed down. Only he still read it loudly: "Iron Ruyi, commanded, sitting up is shocked ~~; ... "I was suspicious. This is an excellent article, because when I read here, he always smiled, raised his head, shake, and stunned back, and he passed.
When my husband reads God, we are very suitable. There are a few armor with paper paste on the nails. I am a painting, using a kind of "Jingchuan Paper", the embroidery of the novel is described one by one, like the shadow in the words. There are more books to read, and there are more paintings; the books are not read, and the results of the painting are many. The most successful is the embroidery statue of "Dang Kou Zhi" and "Journey to the West". Later, for money for money, it was sold to a rich classmate. His father was opened by the tin foil; I heard that he has been the owner now, and he is about to rise to the gentleman's status. This thing is gone.
Introduction to Readers
Li Youquan, the party branch secretary and principal of Chongzhou Dragon Primary School. Huang Yizhu Studio, the first outstanding principal of Sichuan Province, an advanced individual of education and scientific research in Chengdu, an outstanding young teacher in Chengdu, an outstanding teacher in Chongzhou City, an outstanding Communist Party member of Chongzhou City, and an advanced individual of Chongzhou Law Education.
Reading: "From Baicao Garden to Sanyi Book House" is a memorable prose written by Lu Xun in 1926. The full text describes two major scenes with different tones and different love charm: Baicao Garden and Sanyi Bookstore. The author wrote a hundred grass gardens, centered on "music", depicting a wonderful children's paradise. During this period, the legend of "beautiful snakes" and the stories of bird catcher in winter are combined with static and static. The Sanyi Book House is a completely different world. The author really wrote the decisive smell of the Sanwei Bookstore. Children are bound there. The author slipped into the back garden to play through the students. The old and private school in the classroom entered God's reading, and the student took the opportunity to steal the two small stories of the two stories, making the Sanyi Bookstore full of childhood fun, showing children's unstoppable happiness.
Audio production: Zeng Fanrong Editor: Liu Ruiyu
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