Lu Xun

It has been six years since I ran from the countryside to the capital. During this period, there are many so-called national events, which you have heard and witnessed. But in my heart, I don't leave any trace. If I want to find out the influence of these things, it will only increase my bad temper. To tell the truth, it is to teach me to look down on people day by day.

But there is a little thing that means a lot to me, which drags me out of my bad temper and makes me unforgettable.

It was the winter of the sixth year of the Republic of China, and the north wind was blowing hard. I have to walk on the road early in the morning because of my livelihood. I hardly met anyone along the way, so I managed to hire a rickshaw and teach him to pull to the S gate. Soon, the north wind subsided, and the dust on the road had already been blown clean, leaving a white avenue, and the driver ran faster. Just near the S gate, suddenly there was another person on the bus, and he fell down slowly.

It was a woman with gray hair and rags who fell down. Iraq suddenly crossed the road to the front of the car; The coachman had cleared the way, but Yi's broken cotton vest was not buckled properly, and the breeze blew and scattered, and finally he got on the handlebar. Fortunately, the coachman stopped earlier, or I would have stumbled and bled.

I fell to the ground; The coachman also stood firm. I knew that the old woman was not hurt and no one else saw her, so I blamed her for meddling and trying to make trouble by herself. She also missed my way.

I said to him, "Nothing. Go your way! "

The coachman ignored-or didn't hear-but put down the car, helped the old woman get up slowly, stopped holding her arm and asked Iraq:

"What's the matter with you?"

"I broke it."

I think, I saw you fall to the ground slowly. How could you break it? Just putting on airs. It's really disgusting. The coachman was very upset and asked for it. Now you can go by yourself.

After listening to the old woman's words, the driver did not hesitate, still holding Yi's arm, and walked forward step by step. I'm a little surprised. I am busy looking forward to the future. This is a patrol station. After the gale, there was no one outside. The coachman helped the old woman and walked to the gate.

I suddenly have a strange feeling at this moment. I feel that his dusty back suddenly becomes taller and bigger, and I have to look up to see it. For me, he gradually became almost a kind of coercion, and even squeezed out the "small" hidden under the fur robe.

At this time, my energy is somewhat stagnant. I sat still and didn't think about it until I saw a policeman coming out of the branch office.

The policeman approached me and said, "Rent a car yourself, he can't pull you."

Without thinking, I grabbed a handful of copper coins from my coat pocket and handed them to the police, saying, "Please give them to him ..."

The wind has stopped and the road is still quiet. I thought as I walked, almost afraid to think of myself. Let's put aside the past. What does this copper coin mean? Reward him? Can I still judge the driver? I can't answer it myself.

I still think about it from time to time. Therefore, I always feel pain and try to think about myself. In recent years, I have read the Force of Wenzhi as early as when I was young, just like Confucius said [2], and I can't recite a sentence. This little incident, unique to me, always floats in front of my eyes, sometimes clearer, teaching me shame, urging me to turn over a new leaf, and increasing my courage and hope.

1July 920. ⑶

□ Notes

① This article was first published in the annual supplement of Beijing Morning Post in 19 19/February 1 day.

(2) Confucius: "Confucius"; "Poetry cloud" is "what is said in the Book of Songs". Generally refers to Confucian ancient books. This refers to the primary reading materials of the old school.

(3) According to the date of publication of newspapers and the Diary of Lu Xun, this article was written in 19 191month.

[Edit this paragraph] Writing background and thoughts and feelings

The writing background of Lu Xun's A Little Thing is: 19 19, and the May 4th Movement broke out. This movement enabled intellectuals to find the hope of innovating the Chinese nation among the working people, and thus put forward the slogan of "sacred labor". If students don't understand this background, they will generally regard it as an ode to the integrity and selflessness of rickshaw pullers, instead of praising the working people and advocating that intellectuals must learn from them.

[Edit this paragraph] English version

A little thing.

(Excerpted from "Scream" Collection)

Translated by Yang and Dai Naidie Yang)

Six years have passed since I came to America from the countryside.

Capital. During that time, the number of so-called state affairs

I have witnessed or heard a lot, but none of them are made.

Very impressive. If I have to define their impact on me, I can only

Said they made my bad temper worse. Frankly speaking, they taught me

The view of people is getting worse and worse.

However, a small incident made me feel significant.

It woke me up from my irritability and remains in my memory until now.

It was the winter of 19 17, and a strong north wind roared.

But the urgent need to make a living forced me to stand up.

Very early. I hardly met anyone on the road, but I finally managed.

Hire a rickshaw to take me to the s gate. After a while, the wind stopped

Small, blew away the dust on the road and left one.

On the clean and wide highway, the driver quickened his pace. we are

Just as we approached the S gate, we bumped into a man, who slowly

Fell down

That is a woman with gray hair and rags. She's gone.

Suddenly came out of the side of the road in front of us, even though Rick-

Xiaoman suddenly turned, her tattered padded vest, untied and

Rolling in the wind, grabbing the shaft. Fortunately, rickshaws

The man slowed down, or she would surely fall badly.

This could be a serious accident.

She curled up on the ground and the driver stopped.

Because I don't believe that the old woman was hurt, and no one was hurt.

Seeing us, I think his stop is unnecessary and he may land.

Please help me up.

"Never mind," I said. "Go on."

He didn't pay attention. He may not have heard it, but put it down.

Iron, pull the old lady's arm and gently help her up.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

"I fell."

I thought: I saw how slow you fell, how could you get hurt?

It's disgusting to stage such a scene. Rickshaw puller

Asking for trouble, and now he got what he wanted. He must find his own

Way out.

But the rickshaw puller didn't hesitate for a minute after listening to it.

The old woman's answer. He still grabbed her arm and held her slowly.

Forward. Confused by his words, I looked forward and saw a policeman-

Station. There is no one outside because of the strong wind. it is

The driver took the grandmother.

Suddenly, I had a strange feeling that he had retired in a dusty way.

The number got bigger at this moment. In fact, the farther he went.

He grew bigger and bigger until I had to look up to him. exist

At the same time, he seems to put pressure on me gradually.

Threatening to conquer the ego hidden under my fur-lined robe.

Almost paralyzed at that moment, I sat there motionless, my thoughts

It was blank until a policeman came out. Then I got out of the car-

Shaw.

The policeman came up to me and said, "Find another car. male

I can't take you away anymore. "

On impulse, I took out a handful of copper coins from my wallet.

In his coat pocket, he handed them to the police. "Please give this to him."

I said.

The wind has completely stopped, but the road is still quiet.

I thought as I walked, almost afraid to think of myself.

Apart from what happened before, what do I mean by saying this?

A handful of copper coins? Is this a reward? Who am I to judge a rickshaw?

Men? I can't answer myself.

Until now, this matter still lingers in my mind. It's been-

Invade me, let me try to think about myself. Political peace

Those years of fighting have been completely forgotten.

The classics I read when I was a child. However, this little incident keeps recurring.

For me, it is often more vivid than in real life, teaching me to be ashamed and urging-

Reform around me and instill in me fresh courage and fresh

Hope.

July 1920

A little thing is short and pithy, with profound content. The full text is only about 1000 words, and the work describes a small matter in daily life. While praising the noble qualities of the lower working people, it also reflects the self-reflection of intellectuals and shows a new idea of learning from the working people sincerely. It is unusual to have such an understanding during the May 4th Movement, which has far-reaching social significance. The writing characteristics of this paper are as follows: firstly, the different attitudes of coachman and "I" towards the same thing are compared by comparison, which reveals the selfishness of "I" and embodies the tall image of coachman who is aboveboard, daring to do and caring for others. The beauty of this contrast lies in highlighting the simplicity and selflessness of workers with indirect and implicit pen and ink. In the form of expression, this article is like a sketch, close to contemporary "short stories", short and pithy, fresh and meaningful; The plot is true and credible, and it has become one of the most widely acclaimed masterpieces in modern novels.

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