I quickly opened the book, one page, two pages, and I read it greedily like a hungry wolf. I am very happy and afraid-the taste of stealing!

recommendation: coming from the south of the city-biography of Lin Haiyin

by Zuli Xia.-Beijing: Life, Reading and New Knowledge Joint Publishing Company, November 23.-427 pages; 32. —ISBN 7-18-175-9

The daughter of Lin Haiyin, a famous female writer, will look back on her mother's life as a journey to find roots, collect and sort out a large number of letters, diaries, books and interviews, and follow the footsteps of Lin Haiyin in those years, from Taiwan Province to mainland China and then to Taiwan Province, relive her mother's life experience and record Lin Haiyin's wonderful and rich life.

Responder: Love you JYZ-Assistant Level 3 2-1 19:42

Walking the journey of life is like climbing a mountain. It seems that I have taken many wrong roads and rugged roads, but I finally reached the top of the mountain. -Lin Haiyin

Respondent: You Ai-Probation Level 1 2-1 19:43

Old events in the south of Lin Haiyin

I opened the book in a hurry, one page or two, and I read it greedily like a hungry wolf. I am very happy and afraid-the taste of stealing!

I am afraid of being discovered by the bookstore owner. Whenever I feel that the environment at that time is no longer suitable for further reading, I will put down my book and go out and walk into another shop. Sometimes, it takes several bookstores to finish a book.

I like to go to bookstores with many customers, because that won't be noticed. Although there are many people who come in to read books, I'm afraid there are no people like me who patronize and never buy. So I have to hide myself. Sometimes I stick to an adult as if I were his little sister or daughter.

The happiest thing is that it rains. The more it pours, the happier I am, because then I have sufficient reasons to stay in the bookstore. It's like hiding from the rain under the eaves. You're always embarrassed to kick me out, aren't you? I sometimes pretend to frown and look at the street from time to time, as if to say, "I can't go back because of this rain." In fact, my heart shouted happily: "bigger!" Bigger! "

I was so hungry when the fragrance of food wafted from the restaurant. At that time, I had to daydream: if only I had money in my pocket! I went to eat a bowl of hot noodles. When I came back here, someone had put a sofa on it and sat comfortably and continued to watch. My legs are so sore that I have to support them with one leg alternately and sometimes lean against the bookcase for a temporary rest.

Respondent: Anonymous 2-1 19:48

What do you want me to do?

Respondent: Iron Egg Monkey-Assistant Level 3 2-12 19:33

Her "Reading Secretly" was published in Lesson 27, Volume 11, Chinese Teaching Experimental Edition, and Lesson 1, Volume 9.

Original text:

Turning the corner, I saw the soaring signboard of Sanyangchun, smelled the smell of cooking and heard the knocking of the pot spoon. I breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down. I hurried here from school after class, and I was already sweating, and finally arrived at my destination-the destination was not Sanyangchun, but a bookstore next to it.

I took the walk to give my brain a chance to think: "Where did you read yesterday? Who will that girl marry in the future? Where is that book? The third row in the left corner is good ... "Walking to the door of Sanyangchun, I can see that the bookstore is still crowded with customers as before, and I can feel at ease. But I'm worried about whether that book will be sold out, because I've seen people buy it for days, and it seems that only one or two books were left yesterday.

I stepped into the bookstore door, secretly glad that no one was paying attention. I stood on tiptoe, making my small body rub against the cracks between other customers and bookcases, and drill under the armpits of adults. Yo, I messed up my short hair. It doesn't matter. I squeezed in. In the queue with a colorful cover, my eyes were too eager to find it, but I couldn't see where the book was. From the beginning, count again, ah! It's here, not where it was yesterday.

I'm glad it hasn't been sold, and it's still lying on the shelf, waiting for my visit. How happy I am and how eager I am to reach for it, but at the same time as my hand, there is a pair of giant palms, and 1 fingers are greatly separated, holding down the whole book: "Do you want to buy it or not?"

the noise was not small, which alarmed other customers. They all turned around and faced me. I am like a thief caught, ashamed and embarrassed, and my face is red. I looked up at him embarrassedly, the owner of the bookstore, and he looked down at me majestically. The shop is his, and he has every reason to treat me like this. I used a voice that was almost crying, and I protested bitterly: "Can't you even look at it?" In fact, how weak my voice is!

In full view, I almost walked out of the store in confusion, followed by the boss's sneer: "Not once!" " Not once? That tone is tolerant to me, as if I were an unforgivable old thief. But did I steal something? I am just a poor student who can't afford to buy and is eager to read that book!

after this humiliation, my mind was really traumatized, and my inferiority complex caused by poverty broke out again, and I had hatred for adults.

I don't go to the bookstore any more. Many times, I walk past Wenhua Street with my teeth clenched. But once or twice, I subconsciously walked to the familiar street. Finally, one day, my desire for knowledge forced me to stop again. I still want to try, because I have known about the publication advertisement of a new book from the newspaper for many days.

I tried my old trick again and hid myself in a corner of the bookstore. When I opened the first page, I couldn't help but shout softly in my heart: "Ah! Finally meet you! " This is a best-selling book. It's such a thick volume. If you hold it in your hand and look at it, it's enough weight! After the previous lesson, I am more cautious and dare not be greedy. It is more appropriate to go to several bookstores so as not to encounter the previous embarrassment again.

every time I come out of the bookstore, I feel drunk, my mind is disturbed by the characters in the book, and I stumble and lose control of my walking. "Come early tomorrow and you can read it all." I told myself. When I thought that I might still occupy a corner of the bookstore tomorrow, I was carried away by happiness and excitement, and I almost hit the trunk.

But the next day, I walked through several bookstores and didn't see the book. Like a book that was being eagerly read in my hand, I was secretly anxious and cursed to think: I can't enjoy all the happiness of reading because I don't have money. There are so many rich people in the world who have bought all the books.

I walked into the last bookstore with my schoolbag in my hand and despair. When I was reading here yesterday, I had the last volume left. Yes, my heart sank when I saw another book on the shelf.

Just then, a shop assistant with a pencil in his ear came by. Seeing that it was to greet me (how afraid I was of being served), I hurriedly put my eyes on the bookshelf and pretended not to see it. But a book touched my arm and gently sent it to me: "Please look, I stayed one more day and didn't sell it."

ah, I was too ashamed to express my gratitude to him when I took the book, but he walked away casually. Impulsive emotions make my eyes unable to concentrate on books for a long time.

when the fluorescent lamp in the bookstore suddenly turned on, I felt that I had been reading here for two hours. I closed the last page and swallowed, as if all my wisdom had been swallowed by me. Then look up for the man with a pencil in his ear to return the book to him. At the far counter, he gently nodded to me, indicating that he knew I had finished reading it. I silently put the book back on the shelf.

I walked out with my head down, and the wrinkled black cloth skirt was blown open by the wind, like a broken umbrella that could not be opened, but I was loose all over. It suddenly occurred to me that Mr. Guo Wen once encouraged us to study hard:

"Remember, you grew up eating and studying!"

But today I found this sentence not enough. It should say:

"Remember, you grew up eating, reading and loving!"

Her "Daddy's Flowers Fall" was published in the second lesson of the second volume of the seventh grade of the Chinese People's Education Edition.

Dad's flowers have fallen, and I have grown up.

The newly-built auditorium is full of people; Our graduates sit in the first eight rows, and I sit in the middle of the first row. There is a pink oleander on my skirt, which my mother picked from the yard when she came. She said:

"oleander was planted by your father. Wear it just like when your father saw you on stage!" "

Dad is ill. He is in the hospital and can't come.

I went to see my father yesterday. His throat was swollen and his voice was hoarse. I told dad that when I attended the graduation ceremony, I received the graduation certificate on behalf of all my classmates and gave a thank-you speech. I asked dad if I could get up and attend my graduation ceremony. Six years ago, when he attended the farewell party of our school, he asked me to study hard. Six years later, he also received the graduation certificate and thank-you speech on behalf of my classmates. Today, "six years later" arrived, and I was really chosen to do it. Dad was hoarse, took my hand and smiled and said,

"How can I reach it?"

But I said,

"Dad, I'm scared if you don't go. I won't panic if you are under the stage."

Dad said,

"Don't be afraid, Eiko. Whatever is difficult, just bite the bullet and you will get through it."

"Then can't Dad just bite the bullet and get out of bed and come to our school?" Dad looked at me, shook his head and stopped talking. He turned to the wall, raised his hand and looked at the nails on it. Then, he turned to me and told me,

"Get up early tomorrow, pack up and go to school. This is your last day in primary school, so don't be late!"

"I know, Dad."

"Without a father, you should take care of yourself and your younger brother and sister. You are old, aren't you?"

"yes." Although I promised, I felt that what my father said made me uncomfortable. Since that time six years ago, have I ever been late again?

when I was in grade one, I had the problem of staying in bed in the morning. When I wake up every morning and see the sunshine shining on the glass window, my heart is full of sorrow: it's already so late. When I get up, wash my face, braid my hair, change my uniform, and then go to school, I must be punished for standing by the door as soon as I enter the classroom. The students' eyes will come to you one by one. Although I am lazy, I know I am shy! So I am worried and afraid, and I rush to school with fear every day. The worst thing is that dad doesn't allow children to go to school by bus. He doesn't care whether you are late or not. One day, it rained heavily, and I woke up to know it was getting late, because my father was already eating breakfast. I listened and looked at the heavy rain, and my heart was so sad. I will not only be late for school, but also be dressed up by my mother and put on a fat jacket (in summer! ), and kicking and dragging the oil shoes that don't fit, holding a big oil paper umbrella, go to school! Thinking of going to school so uncomfortable, I have the courage to stay in bed. Wait a minute, mom came in. When she saw that I hadn't got up yet, she was startled and urged me, but I frowned and begged my mother in a low voice:

"Mom, it's late today, so I won't go to school?"

Mom just can't do Dad's idea. When she turned to go out, Dad came in. He was tall and thin, standing in front of the bed, staring at me:

"Why don't you get up? Get up! Get up! "

"it's late! Dad! " I crustily skin of head said.

"If you have to go late, how can you play truant! Get up! "

One word command is the most terrible, but what's wrong with me! I cann't believe I have the courage not to move.

dad was so angry that he dragged me out of bed and my tears came out. Dad looked left and right, and as a result, he grabbed the feather duster from the table and took it upside down. When the cane whip swung in the air, it made a howling sound, and I was beaten! Dad beat me from the head of the bed to the corner of the bed, from bed to bed, and the sound of rain outside mixed with my crying. I cried and hid, and finally braved the heavy rain to go to school. I am a dog in a mess. I was carried on a rickshaw by Song Ma, and I spent five dollars on a bus for the first time to go to school.

I sat in the van with the awning down, sobbing and crying, and lifted my trousers to check my scars. Those bulging whip marks are red and hot. I pulled down my trouser leg to cover the bottom scar. I was most afraid of being laughed at by my classmates.

Although I was late, the teacher didn't punish me for standing, because rainy days can be excused. The teacher taught us to be silent before reading. Sit up straight, put your hands behind your back, close your eyes and think quietly for five minutes. The teacher said: think about it, do you listen to your parents and teachers? Did you do your homework yesterday? Did you bring all your homework today? Did you say goodbye to your parents politely this morning? ..... When I heard this, my nose gave a sniffle. Fortunately, my eyes were closed, and tears did not come out.

In the middle of silence, I was slapped on the shoulder and opened my eyes in a hurry. It turned out that the teacher was standing beside my seat. He told me with his eyes and told me to look out of the window of the classroom. I suddenly turned to look, and it was my father's tall and thin shadow!

my heart, which has just calmed down, is afraid again! Why did dad chase after school? Dad nodded and beckoned me out. I looked at the teacher and asked for his permission. The teacher nodded with a smile and promised me to go out. I walked out of the classroom and stood in front of my father. Dad didn't say anything, but opened the bag in his hand and took out my flower jacket. He handed it to me, watched me put it on, and took out two coppers for me.

I don't remember what happened, because it was six years ago. I only remember that from then on to today, every morning I was one of the students waiting for the janitor to open the gate of the big iron gate. Standing in front of the school in the early morning of winter, wearing gloves that show five fingers, I held up a hot baked sweet potato and ate it. Standing in front of the school in the summer morning, holding the Hosta flowers picked from the flower pond in my hand, I gave them to my dear teacher Han, who taught me to dance.

ah! This morning has passed year after year, and today is my last day in this school! When the bell rang, the graduation ceremony was about to begin. Looking at the sky outside, it's a little cloudy. I suddenly thought, will dad suddenly get out of bed and bring me a flower jacket? I thought again, when will dad get better? Why are mom's eyes red and swollen this morning? The big pots of pomegranate and oleander in the courtyard were not covered with hemp residue this year. He was killed by the Japanese for his uncle, and he was so anxious that he vomited blood. In May Festival, pomegranate flowers are not so red and so big. If autumn comes, will dad still buy so many chrysanthemums and put them all over our yard, under the eaves and on the flower racks in the living room?

how much dad likes flowers.

Every day when he comes back from work, we wait for him at the door. He pushes his straw hat behind his head, picks up his younger brother, passes the tap, picks up the watering can filled with water, and walks to the backyard singing songs. The first thing he did when he came home was to water the flowers. At that time, the sun was going down, and a cool wind was blowing in the yard.