"I am like a cow, eating grass and squeezing milk and blood." Whenever I read this sentence, I always see your back in my mind. The simple Chinese gown sets off your frugality, and the brush-like hair reflects your resolute character: the "one" beard in the official dress style shows your indomitable quality. You are the greatest Mr. Lu Xun.
Do you remember when the word "early" was carved? Father is seriously ill, and you are thin and thin, but you are late. In the face of the teacher's reprimand, you didn't explain anything, just carved the word "early" on the desk. I guess you must have made up your mind to cherish time! Since then, you haven't wasted a minute until you die. Your character of cherishing time has always inspired me.
Recalling that year, the whistling north wind roared past, and people in the street rushed home to keep warm. And you, kneeling on the ground, bandaged a driver's wound. This kneeling shows your great feelings of "bowing your head and being a willing ox"; It also shows your deep sympathy for hard work. Maid Sam, such an ordinary working people, how great it is that you constantly care about her!
I was shocked when I learned from the book that you received 500 young people and wrote more than 3500 letters to young people in your life. You, a famous writer at that time, are so concerned about future generations. Lei, such a despised worker, you should send a book the first time you see him, which is enough to prove how much you care about the next generation!
From extracurricular knowledge, I know that you used to study medicine, but from a movie, you changed your mind: doctors should save lives first. With this belief, you become a writer. You used a pen as a weapon to expose the ugly faces of corrupt officials in China government. An article hit the arrogance of corrupt officials, and a poem exposed the true face of corrupt officials. What are you risking your life for? In order to make the motherland prosperous. Now our life has entered a new field, but you just can't see it.
1936 10, Lu Xun, a writer with fierce words and the most fighting capacity, died in Shanghai because of ineffective treatment of lung disease. When the news came out, the whole country was saddened. The people lost a good friend, the country lost a good pillar, and the youth lost a good teacher. But I don't think Mr. Lu Xun is dead. Your words and deeds, your manners and your spirit will always be praised by future generations.
Without the sun, there would be no lush trees, and without the protection of lotus leaves, there would be no noble lotus flowers. Mr. Lu Xun is my sun, lotus leaf, and he will always shine and support me.