There is a golden full moon hanging in the dark blue sky, and below is the beach by the sea, where endless green watermelons are planted. In the meantime, there was a boy of eleven or twelve, with a silver ring around his neck and a steel fork in his hand, who tried his best to stab a horse. But Yan twisted his body and ran 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, my family was a year of great sacrifice. It is said that this sacrifice will take more than 30 years to complete, so it is very solemn.

In the first month, there were many offerings, exquisite sacrificial vessels and many people sacrificed. It is also important to prevent 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 certain family all the year round are called long-term workers; 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 must be snowing 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 pick up 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, listening, ringing, and the swallow is biting the melon. You are holding the Hu fork and walking gently ... "

At that time, I didn't know what this so-called stubbornness was-even now-but I felt like a puppy, fierce for no reason.

"Don't 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. Its hair 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 that I only know that it is sold in a fruit shop.

"In our sandy land, when the flood season comes, there are many jumping fish just jumping, all with frog-like feet ..."

Ah! There are endless strange things in my heart that my old friend doesn't know. When moistening the soil by the sea, they all saw the sky in the four corners of the high wall in the yard, just like me.

Unfortunately, the first month has passed, and Runtu must go home. I was so anxious that I cried, and he also hid in the kitchen, crying and refusing to go out, but he was finally 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.

In the twilight, I saw a green beach by the sea, and a golden full moon hung in the dark blue sky.

The extended material "Young Runtu" is excerpted from the short story "Hometown" written by Lu Xun 192 1 This article portrays a boy who is "smart, witty, brave and well-informed" in Lu Xun's eyes. Mr. Lu Xun made a comparison between "I" and "my friend", highlighting the image of "moistening the soil". Compared with middle-aged leap soil.

In the declining semi-feudal and semi-colonial rural areas of China, farmers lived under the oppression, exploitation, fooling and poisoning of the feudal regime. During his return to his hometown in 19 19, the author heard and witnessed the cruel reality of China's devastated countryside, and sought more than 30 years of life experience in this stormy society, so he wrote this sad and gloomy novel without losing hope.

Brief introduction of the author

Lu Xun (188 1~ 1936) is the founder of modern literature in China. Formerly known as Zhou Shuren, the word Yushan and Yuting, later renamed Yucai, a native of Shaoxing, Zhejiang.

19 18 In May, Diary of a Madman, the first vernacular novel in the history of China literature, was first published in New Youth magazine under the pseudonym of Lu Xun. His works are mainly novels and essays, and his representative works are: collection of novels "Scream", "Wandering" and "New Stories"; Prose collection "Morning Flowers Picking Up in the Evening"; Literary treatise A Brief History of China's Novels; A collection of prose poems "Weeds"; There are 18 essays such as grave, hot wind collection and Gai Hua collection.

Lu Xun fought with pen as a weapon all his life, and was known as "soul of china".

Mao Zedong commented that he was a great proletarian writer, thinker and revolutionary, and the commander-in-chief of the cultural revolution in China.

References:

Baidu Encyclopedia-Young Runtu