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Lu Xun

So much for Tokyo. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno rot, they look like a crimson light cloud, but under the flowers, there are groups of "Qing students" crash courses, with big braid above their heads, standing high at the top of the students' hats, forming a Mount Fuji. There are also braids that dissolve and flatten, except hats, which are shiny and visible, just like a little girl's bun and her neck twisted a few times. It's really beautiful.

The concierge department of China International Student Club has some books to buy, and sometimes it is worth visiting. If in the morning, you can sit in some houses. But at night, the floor of a room will inevitably give off a lot of echoes, and the room is full of smoke and dust; Ask someone who is proficient in current affairs and answer, "That's learning to dance."

How about going somewhere else?

I will go to Sendai Medical College. Starting from Tokyo, I soon arrived at a post office and wrote: In the twilight. Somehow, I remember the name. Secondly, I only remember Mito, where Mr. Zhu Shunshui, a adherent of the Ming Dynasty, died. Sendai is a town, not big; It's terribly cold in winter; There are no students from China yet.

Probably hope is the most precious thing. Beijing cabbage is transported to Zhejiang, tied up with red rope and hung upside down at the door of the fruit shop, which is regarded as "glue vegetable"; The wild aloe vera in Fujian, known as "agave", entered the greenhouse as soon as it arrived in Beijing. I also received such preferential treatment when I went to Sendai. Not only does the school not charge tuition, but several staff members are also worried about my accommodation. I first stayed in an inn next to the prison. It's quite cold in early winter, but there are still many mosquitoes. Later, I covered my whole body with a quilt and wrapped my head with clothes, leaving only two nostrils to vent. In this breathing place, mosquitoes can't disturb, so they can only have a good sleep. The food is good, too But a gentleman thinks that this inn also provides meals for prisoners, and it is not suitable for me to live there. He said repeatedly. Although I don't think the prisoners' meals in the inn have anything to do with me, I have to find another suitable place to live. So I moved to another house, far from the prison. Unfortunately, I always have to drink taro soup that is hard to swallow every day.

Since then, I have met many strange teachers and listened to many fresh lectures. Anatomy is shared by two professors. It turned out to be bone science. At this time, a dark and thin gentleman with a moustache came in, wearing glasses and holding a large and small stack of books. As soon as I put the book on the podium, I introduced myself to the students in a slow and depressed tone:

"My name is Fujino Genkuro ..."

Several people in the back laughed. He went on to talk about the history of Japanese anatomy, and those books, large and small, have been works of this subject from the beginning to the present. At first, some of them were wired; Others copied China's translation. Their translation and research on new medicine were not earlier than China's.

Sitting in the back laughing is the repeat student who failed last year. He has been in school for a year and is quite familiar with his story. They gave a lecture to the freshmen about the history of each professor. It is said that Mr. Fujino is very careless in his clothes and sometimes forgets to wear a tie. Winter is an old coat, shivering. Once I got on the train, the conductor suspected that he was a pickpocket and asked the guests on the bus to be careful.

What they said is probably true, so I once saw him not wearing a tie in class.

A week later, about Saturday, he sent his assistant to call me. When I arrived at the laboratory, I saw him sitting between human bones and many separated skulls. He was studying the skull at that time, and then published a paper in our school magazine.

"My lecture notes, can you copy them?" He asked.

"You can copy a little."

"Show me!"

I handed in my copied speech, and he accepted it and returned it to me in a day or three, saying that he would give it to him once a week in the future. When I took it down and opened it, I was taken aback and felt uneasy and grateful. It turned out that my handout was changed from beginning to end with a red pen, which not only added many omissions, but also corrected Lian Wenfa's mistakes. This situation continued until he finished his courses: plastic surgery, vascular science and neurology.

Unfortunately, I didn't work hard at that time, and sometimes I was very headstrong. I still remember Mr. Fujino once called me to his research room, dug up a photo on my handout, pointed to the blood vessels on his forearm and said to me kindly:-

"You see, you moved this blood vessel a little bit. Naturally, such a move is indeed better, but the anatomical map is not art, and the physical object is so kind that we can't change it. Now that I have corrected it for you, you should follow the picture on the blackboard in the future. "

But I was still unconvinced and agreed verbally, but I thought to myself:

"I still draw well; As for the actual situation, I naturally remember. "

After the school year experiment, I went to Tokyo for a summer and returned to school in early autumn. The results have been published. Among more than 100 students, I am in the middle, but I am not behind. Teacher Fujino's homework this time is anatomy practice and local anatomy.

Anatomy internship for about a week, he invited me to go again, very happy, and said to me in a restrained tone:

"Because I heard that people in China respect ghosts, I'm afraid you won't dissect corpses. Now I am relieved that there is no such thing. "

But he embarrassed me occasionally. He heard that all women in China bound their feet, but he didn't know the details, so he asked me how to wrap them and how my feet were deformed. He also sighed, "I always want to have a look to know. What is this? "

One day, the student union officer at the same level came to my apartment and wanted to borrow my lecture notes. I looked it up and gave it to them, but I searched it and didn't take it away. But as soon as they left, the postman sent a thick letter. When they opened it, the first sentence was:

"repent!"

This is a sentence in the New Testament, but it was recently quoted by Tolstoy. It was the Russo-Japanese War, and Mr. Dongye wrote a letter to the Emperor of Russia and Japan, the first sentence. Japanese newspapers reprimanded him for his arrogance, and patriotic youths were indignant, but secretly he had long been influenced by him. Secondly, the topic of last year's anatomy experiment was marked on Mr. Fujino's handout, and I knew it in advance, so I could have such a result. The ending is anonymous.

I just recalled an incident the other day. Because there was a meeting at the same level, the director wrote an advertisement on the blackboard. The last sentence is "Please attend the meeting and don't miss it", and a circle is added next to the word "missed". Although I thought the circle was ridiculous at the time, I didn't mind at all. Only then did I realize that the word was mocking me, saying that I had a problem leaked by the teacher.

I informed Mr. Fujino about it; Several classmates who know me very well are also unfair. They went to blame the director for the rudeness of the inspection and asked them to publish the inspection results. Finally, the rumor was eliminated, but the director worked hard and took back the anonymous letter. Finally, I returned this Tolstoy letter to them.

China is a weak country, so China people are of course imbeciles. If the score exceeds 60, it is not their own ability: no wonder they are confused. But then I had the fate of visiting and filming China people. In the second year, I taught mycology, and the shapes of bacteria were all represented by movies. I made several current affairs films before the class was finished, which naturally reflected Japan's victory over Russia. But there are also some China people trapped in it: working as detectives for the Russians, captured by the Japanese, about to be shot, surrounded by a group of China people; There is another me in the lecture hall.

"Long live!" They all clapped their hands and cheered.

This kind of cheer is always there when I watch a movie, but in my case, it is particularly harsh. Later, when I came back to China, I saw the people who shot the prisoners, and they all cheered like drunk. -oh, I can't remember! But in that place at that time, my opinion changed.

At the end of the second school year, I went to see Mr. Fujino and told him that I would not study medicine and leave Sendai. His face seemed sad. He wanted to speak, but he didn't say it.

"I want to study biology, and what my husband taught me is still useful." Actually, it wasn't me who decided to study biology, because I saw that he was a little sad, so I lied to comfort him.

"Teaching anatomy such as medicine is afraid that biology will not help much." He sighed.

A few days before I left, he asked me to go to his house and gave me a photo with two words written on the back: "Farewell" and said he hoped to give him mine, too. But I didn't take pictures at this time; He asked me to take photos and send them to him in the future, and then he kept writing to tell him the situation.

I haven't taken photos for many years since I left Sendai, and I'm afraid to write because the situation is boring and just disappointing him. After more than a year, it is even more difficult to talk about, so although I sometimes want to write, it is difficult to write. So far, I haven't sent a letter and a photo. From his side, it seems that after he left, there is no news.

But somehow, I always remember him. Of all the teachers I think, he is the one who makes me most grateful and encouraged. Sometimes I often think: His earnest hope and tireless teaching to me are all for China, that is, I hope that China will have new medicine; Generally speaking, it is for academic purposes, that is, I hope that new medicine will spread to China. His personality is great in my eyes and heart, although his name is not known to many people.

I have ordered three volumes of his revised lecture notes, which will be kept as a permanent memorial. Unfortunately, when I moved seven years ago, I broke a bookcase and lost half a box of books. It happened that this handout was also lost. Instruct the transportation bureau to look for it, but there is no reply. Only his photo is still hanging on the east wall where I live in Beijing, opposite the desk. Whenever I am tired at night and want to be lazy, I catch a glimpse of his black and thin face lying on my back under the light, as if to say something cadence, which suddenly makes my conscience discover and increases my courage, so I light a cigarette and continue to write something that deeply hurts Mr. and others.

Ideal kite (original name: we love teachers)

Su Shuyang

Spring is coming again.

The willow branches are dyed with light green, floating freely in the spring breeze, stretching their waists. Forsythia lifted its golden trumpet and played the song of life towards the sky. In the blue sky, kites are playing with white clouds, inspiring countless people to look up at the sky and let their hearts fly to the clouds.

At this time, I often can't help thinking of my teacher Liu and the kite he put into the sky.

Teacher Liu teaches us history.

He is not tall, his chubby face has a pair of kind eyes that are often narrowed, and his short gray hair shows his loyalty. He has a strong right leg. However, the left leg was cut off from below the knee and supported by a common log crutch. We don't know when and why this leg was amputated. Only once, when he was giving a lecture, he talked about the legend that The goddess patching the sky made man, and smiled and said to us, "... Nuwa's clay figurine was so tired that he picked up the mud with branches and threw it on the ground. Mud fell to the ground and became human, but some people were thrown to the ground and lost their legs and arms because of the strength of Nu Wa's throwing. That's when I was dumped by her. "There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, but after laughing, every student felt a sour feeling in his heart, which also increased his respect for Mr. Liu.

He stands for hours every day, giving us lectures, relying only on his strong right leg and a round stick. Speaking of writing on the blackboard, he supported the ground with a round wooden stick, left his right leg off the ground, turned his body quickly and turned to the blackboard. After writing thick chalk words, I turned to the podium with crutches as the center. A teacher who is over half a hundred years old doesn't know how many times he has to jump and turn like this a day. And every time he turned around, it caused the students' excited heartbeat.

His lecture was wonderful. The history of the motherland made him proud. Speaking of national heroes of past dynasties, his generous remarks often make us cry with excitement. Speaking of the humiliating years in the modern history of the motherland, he often choked up and made us bow our heads heavily. Later, I was admitted to the history department, which had a lot to do with the influence of Teacher Liu.

He doesn't like written tests, but he likes to ask students in class in public and let them tell their learning experiences. I remember very clearly: if this classmate answered correctly and profoundly, he stood quietly on the side of the lesson plan, cocked his head slightly, squinted his eyes and listened carefully, as if he were enjoying a wonderful piece of music. Then, he seemed to wake up from his drunkenness, took a long breath, wrote down his scores in the score book with satisfaction, and said kindly and loudly, "Good! Five points! " If a classmate doesn't answer well, he will stare big eyes in surprise, look at his classmates with concern and whisper, "Don't be nervous, think, think and think again." Keep nodding, as if every nod gave the students an inspiration. At this time, he was more nervous than the students who were tested. This scene has passed nearly thirty years, but in retrospect, it is still so clear and cordial.

However, what impressed me the most was that Teacher Liu flew a kite every spring.

Winter in the north is long and boring. When the spring breeze blows the earth green, people's body and mind wake up together, and a kind of stretching pleasure comes to mind. When there is no strong wind and the weather is clear, Mr. Liu will fly a kite on the playground of the campus after school.

His kites are all kinds: the simplest "fart curtain", centipede more than ten feet long, and the best kite is composed of three or five black swallows. Naturally, his legs are not easy to run. However, he will never lose the joy of flying a kite to the blue sky alone. He always leans on crutches alone and lets children or students fly kites in the distance. He shouted, "Get up!" He kept pulling the thread in his hand, and the paper swallows fluttered and danced and soared in the sky. He looked up at the white clouds and watched the little black swallow hovering in the wind, as if his heart had jumped into the blue sky together. At that time, I often stood beside him and looked at his face. The sweet smile floating on his face makes me feel that he is not an old man, but a teenager like me.

After the day's homework is finished, the evening will break through the campus. Groups of students often come to the playground to watch him fly kites. At this time, he was happiest, laughing loudly, pointing to the kite in the sky and joking with us. Even, on one occasion, he deliberately let go and let the paper swallows flying in the sky drive long lines and lines to jump forward on the ground. He laughed, shouted and jumped to grab the rope end with a cane, and his face was full of childish pride and satisfaction. On that day, he must have lived the happiest and most fulfilling life, because he felt the strength and strength of life.

This scene touched me deeply. A disabled teacher who is over 50 years old has such a simple and strong love and pursuit for life. What about lively teenagers?

I haven't seen him for nearly thirty years. If he were alive, he would have retired long ago. Perhaps, at this time, I will paste kites, teach my children and grandchildren and send exquisite handicrafts to the sky. I once saw an old man who lost a leg. He was nailed to the bed year after year and lost his freedom of movement. I hope he doesn't do this. He can still rely on that round stick with boundless merits to run, jump and rotate on the ground, always showing his tenacity and love and pursuit of life. However, if he is unlucky, he has left me forever ... No, he won't. He will walk and smile in my memory forever, and erect one ideal kite after another with his hands with countless chalk characters. Those kites that have given me countless dreams will accompany my heart and glide in the blue sky of the motherland forever.

Teacher Liu, where are you? I miss you deeply. ...

My teacher Helen Keller

The most important day in my life is the day when Anne Sullivan came to my side-1March 3, 887.

On that exciting afternoon, I guessed that something unusual would happen from my mother's gestures and signs of people coming in and out and busy. I walked to the gate and sat on the stone steps and waited. The warm sunshine shines on my face, my fingers touch the flowers and leaves, and I realize that spring is coming. For weeks, I felt confused and miserable, tired and lonely. I can't predict what the future will bring me

I feel someone coming towards me. I thought it was my mother, so I held out my hand. Suddenly, someone took my hand and held me tightly in my arms. It was this person, Miss Sullivan, who loved me deeply in my later years and confided everything to me.

The next morning, Miss Sullivan took me to her room and gave me a doll. After I fiddled with it for a while, she slowly spelled out four letters in my hand: "D-O-L-L" (D-O-L-L). This way of spelling with fingers interests me very much. I have been imitating the teacher's practice, and later I learned to spell, which is very proud.

One day, I was playing with a new doll, and the teacher brought me an old doll to show that both things can be referred to as "doll". Miss Sullivan taught me patiently, but I lost my temper and smashed a new doll. I am still in the dark world all day, feeling very painful, not interested in anything and lacking strong love.

The teacher brought me a hat. I know we're going out to the warm sunshine. We walked to the well, someone was hanging water, and the teacher put my hand in the water. Cool water rushed to my hand, and the teacher spelled the word W-A-T-E-R (water) in my hand. At first she spelled slowly, but later she spelled faster and faster, and my attention was focused on her fingers. Suddenly, with a flash of light, I understood the word "water", which refers to this wonderful and cool thing flowing through my hand. It was this word that awakened my heart and set my heart free, because this word is alive.

I see, everything has a name, and every name has a new concept in my mind. When I get home, everything I touch seems to be full of vigor and vitality. I began to observe things with this novel point of view. I remembered the doll I broke. I felt the pieces of the doll and tried to put it together. My eyes filled with tears, and I realized that I had done something wrong. I feel sorry and sad for the first time.

I learned many new words that day. I don't remember clearly, but the words "mother", "father", "sister" and "teacher" must be part of it. Sleeping in bed that night, I felt that I was the happiest child in the world, and I was eagerly looking forward to a new day.

When spring came, Miss Sullivan took my hand and walked across the fields where people were sowing. We sat on the grass by the river and naturally started my enlightenment course in nature. I learned that sunlight and rain can make plants grow, birds will build nests for themselves, and animals such as squirrels, deer and lions will also build nests for themselves. With the growth of knowledge, I feel that more and more things in the world around me bring me excitement and pleasure. Teacher Sullivan taught me the fragrance from the forest and the natural beauty from the leaves of green grass. She also described the shape of the earth to me. From the beginning, she made me embrace nature and make it a part of my mind.

However, at this time I realized that nature is not always beautiful for people. When I went out in the morning, the weather was fine, but it was very hot. Because we walked far, we sat in the shade and rested for two or three times, and the last time was under a fruit tree not far from home. Fruit trees provide us with shade. With the help of my teacher, I climbed the tree easily. I continued to climb and found a place to sit among the branches. Teacher Sullivan suggested that we have lunch in the shade of the tree and told me not to come down from the tree until she brought lunch.

Suddenly the weather changed and the sun disappeared. I know the sky is cloudy, because I can't feel the heat of the sun and smell a strange smell from the earth. I realized that this was a sign of a thunderstorm. After leaving my teacher, I sat high on the branch, feeling very scared and lonely. Surrounded by boundless space, everything is so strange. I sat on the branch and waited quietly. I don't think I can get down from the tree before the teacher comes, otherwise there is no other way.

There was a dead silence around. The leaves began to shake, and then the whole tree trembled. If I don't hold on to the branch tightly, a strong wind will blow me off the tree. The wind roared and the trees kept shaking violently. A downpour interrupted all the branchlets around me. I want to jump off the tree, but the terror around me makes me unable to move, so I have to stay in the tree. I felt a loud noise, as if something heavy had fallen, and the branch I was sitting on shook even more. I think the tree and I will fall together. Just then, the teacher came. She grabbed my hand and helped me down from the tree. I hugged my teacher tightly and felt very happy. My feet have set foot on solid ground again. This incident taught me a vivid lesson-nature doesn't always smile at you and be kind to you.

I have the key to learning a language and I am eager to use what I have learned.

I remember one morning, I first asked my teacher the meaning of the word "love". I found many early spring flowers in the garden. I took them to my teacher. She wanted to kiss me, but at that time, I didn't like people kissing me except my mother. Miss Sullivan put her arm around my neck and spelled "I love Helen" in my hand.

I asked, "What is love?"

She drew me closer, pointed to my heart and said, "Love is here." Her words puzzled me, because I couldn't understand anything except what my hands could touch.

I smelled the flowers on her hand and made a gesture to ask, "Is the flower fragrance love?"

"No." My teacher said.

I thought for a moment and then asked, "The warm sunshine shines on me and shines in all directions. Is this' love'? "

I think there is nothing more beautiful than the sun, because its warm light makes everything grow. But Miss Sullivan still doesn't think so. I feel confused and disappointed. I think my teacher is really strange. Why not show me "love" and let me touch it?

About a day later, the teacher asked me to wear beads of different sizes into a pattern with two big beads and three small beads spaced apart. I wore a lot of inappropriate clothes. Miss Sullivan didn't blame me, but patiently and kindly pointed out my mistakes and told me to arrange them carefully in the right order. Miss Sullivan touched my forehead and spelled the word "think".

In a flash, I understood that the names of things are produced in people's minds through thinking. For the first time, I realized that some things are not necessarily accessible to my hands.

I spent a long time thinking about the word "love". Now I know what this word means. The sun was covered by clouds and there was a shower. Suddenly the sun rises, and the sun brings the unique heat in the south.

I asked the teacher again, "Is this love?"

The teacher replied, "Love is like a cloud, which filled the sky before the sun came out." Then she explained, "You know, you can't touch the clouds, but you will feel the rain. Similarly, you can't touch love, but you know that human warmth can be poured into everything. Without love, there is no joy and no desire to play. "

My mind is full of wonderful truths. I feel that my heart and what I can't see are closely connected with other people's hearts.

I started my study career through life itself. At first, I was just a blank to learn. It was my teacher who opened my eyes and made my development and progress possible. As soon as she came to me, she brought me love, joy and colorful life. She shows me the beauty of everything, and she always tries to make my life full, happy and valuable.

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