I have to say that Hua Tuo is no stranger to everyone. Everyone knows how loud his voice is, but his persistence, hard work and generosity in his study experience are shocking.
At that time, the Huatuo family only relied on their father to teach, while their mother raised silkworms and made weaving for a living. But at that time, eunuchs were in power, with heavy taxes, constant wars and plagues. Everyone is desperate. Who has the heart to let their children go to school? In this way, the life of the Huatuo family is even more difficult.
One day, Hua Tuo's father took him to the "fighting camp" in the city (that is, the place where local rich people fight) to watch the contest. When I got home, I suddenly got an acute disease and a stomachache. I can't cure it! After Hua Tuo's mother and daughter were heartbroken and tried to bury their father, the family was even more embarrassed. Hua tuo was only seven years old at that time, and his mother called him to him and said, "son!" " Your father is dead, and I have no money to knit. How will we live in the future? Hua Tuo thought for a moment and said, "Mom, don't be afraid. Dr Cai from the pharmacy in the city is my father's good friend. I will beg him to accept me as a disciple and study medicine, so that I can save lives and support my mother. I can't? Hearing this, the mother was filled with joy, washed Hua Tuo's face, changed his clean clothes and let him go.
Hua tuo worshipped his teacher and Dr. Cai as a disciple. He is very diligent in doing housework and collecting herbs, and his master is very happy. One day, the master called Hua Tuo to his side and said, "You have studied for a year and have a deep understanding of herbs and some medicinal properties. Please ask your brother to take medicine in the future! " Hua Tuo certainly wanted to, so he began to learn how to take medicine. Who knows that Hua Tuo was bullied by his brother when he was young, and there was only one scale in the shop. I used it after you used it and never let him get his hands on it. Hua tuo thought: if you tell the master about this and blame your brother, it will inevitably lead to discord between brothers and sisters, but how can you learn to take medicine without telling him? As the saying goes: "Nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will." Hua tuo looked at the number of master's bills, weighed all the medicines weighed by his senior brother by hand, silently remembered the weight in his heart, and then secretly weighed the medicinal materials he had weighed with a scale when he was free, so that his hands became mature over time. Once, the master came to see Hua Tuo grabbing medicine, and he was very angry when he saw that Hua Tuo didn't use a scale. He scolded Hua Tuo and said, "You problem children, I sincerely taught you, but you didn't make progress. Do you know that taking the wrong medicine will kill you? " Hua Tuo said with a smile, "Master, you can't make a mistake. Don't trust me. " Dr. Cai took Huatuo's medicine and weighed it one by one. The medicine was exactly the same as his own. After drinking a few more doses, I was still surprised. Later, when I asked, I realized that it was the result of Hua Tuo's hard training. I said excitedly, "All the people who can inherit my medical skills are Hua Tuo!" After that, he began to concentrate on teaching Hua Tuo.
Yes, where there is a will, there is a way. Although Hua Tuo died, he persisted and studied hard. His spirit of generosity will remain in Xuzhou, Jiangsu forever ... Li Keran 1907 was born in Xuzhou, Jiangsu. 1929 entered Hangzhou International West Lake Art College with excellent results, and was admitted as a graduate student without exception. He studied western painting from professors such as Lin Fengmian. 1943 was employed as a lecturer of Chongqing Institute of National Arts, engaged in the teaching, creation and work of Chinese painting. 1946 was hired by Xu Beihong as a professor of Chinese painting at the National Beiping Art College. At the same time, he studied under Qi Baishi and Huang and devoted himself to the research and creation of national traditional painting. After the founding of New China, he further devoted himself to the innovation of Chinese painting art, which gave new life to the ancient landscape painting art.. When the primary school is in summer vacation, you can dye it and play on the city wall. There is a garden building near the city wall called "Kuaizai Pavilion", and several literati elders are painting in the back room. He slipped through the gap in the city wall and fell from the window to watch. Since then, I have been waiting outside the window for several days, and I am reluctant to go. An elder saw him so obsessed with painting and sighed, "The afterlife is terrible!" The painters called him in to look at the paintings, and since then he has become the "grinding boy" of the old painters. Early in the morning, he went to the well with a small bucket to grind ink, waiting for his elders to paint. After returning home, he was able to recite all the scenery he saw, which surprised the painters and urged the children to learn from the landscape painter Qian.
After Li Keran became a formal apprentice, Qian painted a landscape with a big picture frame for this little apprentice and wrote dozens of postscript lines. The attached poem says: "Childhood can be used as ink, but the sensitive world should be rare." "You caught it yourself, and I am embarrassed to fly back." Qian had a hunch that the boy who made ink would spread his wings like Dapeng, while he was like a stork flying upside down. When Lu Xun/Kloc-was 0/3 years old, because his grandfather was imprisoned, he and his younger brother were placed in the home of his uncle Huangfuzhuang, which is more than 30 miles away from the city.
Lu Xun's visit to his uncle's house this time is completely different from before. Since then, he has inevitably received some cold reception. However, workers and their children are the same everywhere. They are still so warm and thoughtful, to receive the little guests who have come from afar to take refuge. Spring in the countryside is still beautiful, with mud boats all over the river, green wheat fields on both sides of the river, and green Podocarpus growing on the ridge. During the day, adults work by the river and in the fields, and Lu Xun plays with the children, or fishes, or peels the Podocarpus. The main sideline of farmers in Huangfuzhuang and Xiaogaopu is fishing. In the middle of the night, all the fish swam, the eater swam while eating, and the fisherman also set off at this time. After the second watch, shrimp began to come out. The shrimper paddled the boat and took the sea pocket to catch shrimps. After dawn, they just ate a little Leng Fantuan, went into town to sell fish and shrimp, and didn't come back to sleep until they sold out. Whenever they have a little leisure time, they don't rest, but plan to act and show their superb acting skills.
In the countryside around Shaoxing at that time, there were countless days of acting. On the ninth and tenth day of the first month, there is a "lantern show"; There is also the birthday of "Dongyue the Great" in March, and there will be a performance on the 28th at the latest. May 16 "Bodhisattva's Birthday" and June 17 "Grandpa Bao's Birthday" will be performed. July 16 is the birthday of "General Liu Meng". The farmers said that he was "the son of Liu Bei" because he fell to his death while catching shrimp in the field, so he had to take action. From August to September until the end of the year, there are still many plays to be performed. Performance seems to be inseparable from their lives. In fact, the purpose of their acting is not only to express bodhisattva, but to express their wishes: the population and livestock are safe, the grain is abundant, and they live and work in peace; Although, real life is not as they expected. Farmers always show their talents, wisdom and strength in their carnival and demonstration festivals. The procession continued for miles, and the crowd swept through village after village like a rolling wave. Flags of red, green, yellow and various colors are flying above the team. In this vast procession, everyone is alive and kicking: some play with lions, some play with dragon boats, some walk on stilts, some lift bars and cabinets, some knock gongs and drums, some carry lotus spears, bang, bang, let it ring in the sky.
Seeing my husband's name, I feel as if I am facing an unattainable monument, and I dare not put pen to paper easily for fear of tarnishing my husband's integrity. Perhaps, I can only write some frivolous words with trepidation.
Born more than half a century later, I missed seeing Mr. Wang's elegant demeanor, but I was also lucky enough to see a large photo of Mr. Wang. In fact, Mr. Wang, a serious teacher, with the famous saying "Look at a thousand fingers coldly and bow down as a willing ox" does reveal a feeling of awe, but it only makes people feel a little indifferent. In fact, Mr. Wang is a heartless person! Ruthless Moby is a real gentleman. Mr. Wang is sincere to his friends, young people and working people, just like the ruthless face of Buddha when fighting with demons, but he is kind and golden when he turns to face all beings.
Mr. Wang loves to call names, just as people say, "He doesn't have an article without a few arrows behind it." This is most obvious in Mr. Wang's prose. For example, there is an article "impermanence" in "Morning Flowers and Evening Picks". Mr. Wang wrote: "So, impermanence equals us. No wonder he doesn't put on airs as a professor (professor refers to Chen Xiying and others slandering female students). " If the "professors" see this, they will be furious. And Mr. Wang's colleagues will be very happy to see it. And I can only admire Mr., swearing can quickly curse relatives, enemies hurt people, and only Mr.!
To show my gratitude, I recommend Xuanyuan with blood. Living in such an insensitive era, the feeling of "everyone is drunk and I wake up alone" is painful and distinct. Seeing that our compatriots are struggling in hot water, but their faces are blank, Mr. Wang's heart must be suffering! "Mourning his misfortune and angering him" has become Mr. Wang's eternal heart. Therefore, Mr. Wang's articles are often described from the perspective of looking on coldly. For example, Diary of a Madman, known as the first novel in the history of modern literature in China that lashed out at "cannibalism" feudal ethics, has clear words and fresh style. However, after reading the article, my heart seems to sink bit by bit. The dross in the 5,000-year history showed its original shape under Mr. Wang's ruthless sword.
Mr. Wang's sorrow is that he clearly saw the inferiority of the Chinese nation, but he was unable to change it, so he had to stab those cancers with dagger-like words. Mr. Wang's deep affection was buried by ruthless words, which made people deeply throb. People who have seen Kong Yiji and The True Story of Ah Q seldom don't laugh, but how can they laugh and cry! Making fun of all this, what bitterness should my husband have in his heart!
Some people say that "writing is like a man", but Mr. Wang's articles are rarely clear and sentimental, so Mr. Wang is an out-and-out "fighting scholar" and a rare variety of literati. In the grand era, they regard articles as swords, smash all ugly and dirty things and sing in the storm of the times. It's not that they don't know how to hurt spring and grieve for autumn, but they can't escape from blood shed. Unfortunately, there are very few such literati in the history of China, and Lu Xun is the best among these few literati.
Looking at Lu Xun's articles, I feel that there is a deep brand of the times, but he does not belong to that era. His fighting and his ruthless articles have become a spirit of the Chinese nation.
I like Lu Xun's articles, so I think Mr. Wang is not far from us. In the dead of night, I saw my husband coming to me in the dark with a meaningful smile on his face. It's really close ...